Post by Dominion of Zabéara on Jan 17, 2014 20:47:13 GMT
Zog-dag threw the giant, oversized bundle of white tubes off his back and into the pile of other tube bundles gathered in a growing pyramid, just one of countless piles scattered neatly over a construction site that stretched across the black desert to the horizon.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he turned to the trio of Goul-hag who had also just finished dropping their bundles off, and were taking a quick breather. “Dey’s not ‘eavy or anythin, but why we’s needin so many?”
One of the other Goul-hag shrugged. “Iz what da big bugz want. Iz eard dey ar makin’ sum kinda elevatr to da starz!”
A third Goul-hag, the largest of the group, punched the second one hard, causing him to fall down. “Uz betta shut yer face wid dat kinda words, deyz is watchin us.” The third Goul-had eyed nervously the two dark Xin’hala standing on a hill overseeing the huge construction site. He turned to Zog-dag. “Anywayz, iz probly anodr big towr fur da wizrds,” he said, using the more formal and acceptable term for the Xin’halar amongst the Goul-hag.
Zog-dag stared at the white base in the distance where much of the material was being centred, and thought hard. “Maybe, but why would da wizrds be makin anodr towr ouda stuff lik dis?” He picked up one of the long but ultralight tubes. It easily dwarfed Zog-dag, and had it been made out of even the lightest plastic it surely would have been too heavy for a single individual to pick up, yet he lifted it with the least effort.
The second Goul-hag got up, caressing the bruised area on his shoulder from the previous hit. “Whatevar’z goin’ on, iz somthin’ big, an stuff iz gonna change.”
Zog-dag opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the crack of a whip and a cacophony of squeals. “Back to work slugz! Youz herd da break horn or somthin?” A Goul-hag Forman started whipping the three workers as they hurriedly got back to work.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he turned to the trio of Goul-hag who had also just finished dropping their bundles off, and were taking a quick breather. “Dey’s not ‘eavy or anythin, but why we’s needin so many?”
One of the other Goul-hag shrugged. “Iz what da big bugz want. Iz eard dey ar makin’ sum kinda elevatr to da starz!”
A third Goul-hag, the largest of the group, punched the second one hard, causing him to fall down. “Uz betta shut yer face wid dat kinda words, deyz is watchin us.” The third Goul-had eyed nervously the two dark Xin’hala standing on a hill overseeing the huge construction site. He turned to Zog-dag. “Anywayz, iz probly anodr big towr fur da wizrds,” he said, using the more formal and acceptable term for the Xin’halar amongst the Goul-hag.
Zog-dag stared at the white base in the distance where much of the material was being centred, and thought hard. “Maybe, but why would da wizrds be makin anodr towr ouda stuff lik dis?” He picked up one of the long but ultralight tubes. It easily dwarfed Zog-dag, and had it been made out of even the lightest plastic it surely would have been too heavy for a single individual to pick up, yet he lifted it with the least effort.
The second Goul-hag got up, caressing the bruised area on his shoulder from the previous hit. “Whatevar’z goin’ on, iz somthin’ big, an stuff iz gonna change.”
Zog-dag opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the crack of a whip and a cacophony of squeals. “Back to work slugz! Youz herd da break horn or somthin?” A Goul-hag Forman started whipping the three workers as they hurriedly got back to work.