Role

Chapter 18

One day, while raiding a small band of travelers, Pleebert and her group of
Orcs were ambushed by an unlikely party. Obviously paid by the travelling
merchants that the orcs were ambushing, numerous Gnomes leapt from the
surrounding foliage, attacking every orc around them. They swarmed each of
the large oppressors, Pleebert included.

Wielding her enormous axe, Pleebert continued to swing at her small foes but
had difficulty landing blows. Their tiny frames and stature made it difficult
to cleave them, and they continued to dart between her legs. Furious, she
started kicking at them. They were as an ocean. The Gnomes moved
collectively, swarming over everything in their path. Suddenly, the entire
wave's concentration was directed and the last orc standing: Pleebert. As the
tidal-like fury of the Gnomes swept down on to Pleebert, she let out a cry of
pain. She felt all of their midgety arms and stocky feet touching all over
her body as her vision went black.

*Drip. . . . .Drip . . . . .Drip. . . .*
Pleebert awoke in a damp cell, water incessantly dripping on to the floor
leaving a vibrant echo. Looking around her, she noted the small size of her
cell. The last thing she remembered. . . .those midgets. . . . . .Bleh. "WHO
GON AND PUT ME EN HERE!" she yelled. "Quiet in there, prisoner." Came a small
and high-pitched reply. Pleebert glared, furrowing her brow as her eyes
tightened and she glared at the cell door "Gnomes".

Pushing its bulbous head up to the bars of her cell, a rather fat Gnome
stared at her. "Oye, the things we're going to do to you, we'll have so much
fun. It's not often that we gather an Orc to experiment on." He was pushing
his fat face so hard against the bars that his lard was coagulating in the
spaces between the metal, making his face look large and distended. His eyes
looked almost swollen as he said, again, to Pleebert, "The things we'll do to
you. . . . . . . . BAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!". At the start of the laugh, enormous
amounts of Gnome drool and phlegm were sent flying into the cage. After his
teasing, the Gnome departed from the cell and Pleebert was left on her own,
hugging her legs to her obtuse breasts. "Dumb Gnomes. . .", she muttered,
"Dem so dumb. Big dumb heads. . . .Tiny dumb legs. . . .Stupid talky faces. .
. . .Will kick them heads off. . . . .".

Left to her solitude, Pleebert decided that all Gnomes must be extinguished
from Thera due to their stupidity, but more importantly because she hated
them.