Subject: A brief description of Marizu League.
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Posted on: 2014-02-16 23:25:00 UTC
"Achoo!" Dark Civilian Aakmal is given another coarse cloth by his attendant orc, Zagdukhyan. Note to self, cover face with cloth before entering a Glitter shop.
"Thank you, Zag." Aakmal wipes his nose, which gives the cloth a slight shimmer of Glitter. It shines radiant upon the afternoon sky. Aakmal throws it away at the nearest rubbish bin, which is painted in the most shiniest of urple. "Where is the next shop?"
Zagdukhyan quickly flips through the pages of his clipboard. "The Great Wife of Legolas, something I couldn't read, the Destroyer of the One Ring, OrcbattleMistress, Gizrella Helios Manicurata Shop. Just a few shops away."
A few dozen of his orcs and men are pulling carts filled with cotton and linen cloth. As their walk through the glittering streets, they see a Marizu chopping off the head of a man after he ask her to stand up from her rickety chair momentarily so he could replace it with one that is better. Meanwhile a Martitzu is showing off his muscles while a flock of women gawks at him. They apparently empty their purses at his begging bowl.
Zagdukhyan stops the convoy a few minutes later. "This is it."
The sign read "De Grate Wive of Legolas(OMG, HE'S SO HANDSOME !!!!1111!!!!), the Destoryer of the One Ring, OrcbattleMistress, Gizrella Helios Manicurata Shop."
Aakmal simply shrugs his shoulder. "Close enough." He enters the shop, to see an array of glamorous colours and hues adorning the interior. Blue shirts clashing furiously with green trousers, pink dresses wrestling to a standstill with white torn jeans, black stockings doing the parry-riposte with golden armour, an a riot of activities by clothes driven by the magic latent within Marizu itself. Close by are wigs that change colour at random.
"Wonder how they are going to wear those."
Suddenly a woman with the most weird proportions jumps in front of Aakmal. Despite wearing stillettoes, she does not fall back due to the soles breaking off. Aakmal double-back in surprise.
"So, what could magical Ore-Sama do for you, handsome one?" She smiles seductively at him. Her body is very thin, but her breasts are as large as a fat woman. Her shoulders are very small, and her legs are barely holding up her upper body's weight. As Aakmal stares to her eyes for a few seconds, her eyes begin to change colour from blue to white.
Aakmal quickly coughs and turn his head aside. "Are you Gizrella Helios Manicurata? I believe you have ordered 50 rolls of 100-yard cotton and 70 rolls of 100-yard linen."
"Why yes, I have."
"Oh thank you. Excuse me for a moment." Aakmal quickly walks outside and motions for Zagdukhyan to come. "Yes, this is it. Make men carry the rolls. Orcs stay behind."
Zagdukhyan commands them to carry the rolls into the shop. It is piled on the floor next to the wigs, as Gizrella counts the number of cloth rolls being placed. She squeals in delight as sson as the rolls are finshed being placed "Excellent! How much was it all again?"
"2 Legolas, 30 Shepard, 10 Ponies." Aakmal finds it quite weird names for gold, silver, and copper coins, but gold is gold. Gizrella gives Aakmal a bag of coins. Aakmal counts it and it somehow matches the number of coins required. Crazy prepared she is.
"Very well, pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Aakmal. Let me show you to the door." Gizrella says politely. Oh god, thought Aakmal. Somehow many Marizu have differing opinions on orcs, and many are willing to share the opinion they have with weapons and magical powers, something Aakmal lacks at the moment. He have chosen the road for their indifferen pinion on orcs, but he can only prevent the more belligerent Marizu shopkeepers by legging it as quickly as he can or by making orcs cover their heads. But given that the day's temperature is too hot to wear head coverings, their one other option is going out of the window and fast.
Aakmal tries to politely refuse the offer. "Why you are too kind, madam, but it's rather unnecessary."
"Oh no, I insist." Aakmal is soon being pushed to the door by her unusually strong arms. Aakmal is pushed face flat to the door as he could not open the door in time. He have to move backward with the door, which by the Gizrella thankfully stops pushing Aakmal forward. Unfortunately, this allows Gizrella to look outside. To his orcs. She steps outside as she wriggles the fingers on her right hand as a zweihandler sword begin to materialise out of thin air. Zagdukhyan motions everyone to step away slowly from her, cursing under his breath why they didn't bring weapons in the first place.
Aakmal is walking outside when he sees Gizrella's ear throwing steam. "Madam are you alright?"
She turns slowly towards Aakmal. She's gritting her teeth. "You have orc, therefore you're," lifting her zweihandler, "A DARK LORD!!!", shouts Gizrella as she throws all her weight in an overhead strike.
Aakmal deftly move left and instinctively punches her neck. She merely growls before stabbing to where Aakmal is standing. Aakmal jumps again and sounds his most triumphant battle call ever.
"Run!" Aakmal runs like the wind as his people are scattered across the street. They already planned for this; in case of rampaging Marizu, run back to the ship on the straighest road and fortify themselves there until everyone's on board, then sail away. Aakmal is running very fast, but due to his girth, he soon turn to jogging. The Marizu is still close behind him.
"DARK LOOORD!!!!"
Aakmal can hear her scream louder and louder. He tries to push himself to run further. Desite the impending danger, he stops for a breath. His ship is only a few yards away. He is standing on an empty pier with no ships docked beside it. "I need to exercise more."
Too late. Gizrella is already close to Aakmal and is preparing her final assault. Her sword glitters brightly and it begins to hum the song of bloodseekers.
Aakmal founds the nearest stick he could use. Remembering his study in The Library of Damm'd, he lifts his stick, right foot and right hand forward, one end of his stick on his left hand.
Gizrella begins to run again, lifting her mighty sword in the process. "DIE, DARK LORD!" Gizrella makes a mistake however, she did not use her longer reach to strike Aakmal from afar. Instead she attempts to chop Aakmal in half with her sword, placing herself close enough to be dealt with by Aakmal.
Aakmal jabs his stick to her face before she could swing it. She stuns for a few moments, but Aakmal keeps jabbing her. Her sword falls behind her. Aakmal quicky slaps her face with the stick and she crashes into the water, causing the water to splash about a few feet.
"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!! YOU AND YOUR DARK REIGN WILL BE OVER SOON!" Her curses are interrupted by the seawater enetring the mouth.
Aakmal drops the stick and delivers his one-liner. "Thank you for your business and please order our products again."
***
As Aakmal slowly walks to his ship, his crew erupts in joy as he pumps his fist in the air, signalling the defeat of their assailant. Orcs and men brings down the plank for Aakmal to step into the ship. Zagdukhyan, Shamsul, and Galthrid salutes Aakmal.
"Galthrid, here's the money.", as he hands over the money pouches he received before. "Shamsul, have you bought what I asked?"
"Yes, sir, 1 tonnes of curry powder, 5 tonnes of garlic, 5 tonnes of onion, and 3 tonnes of ginger."
"Good, let us sail then."