human-slaughter
brand new year
OOC: For sure Iggy. Currently we would be traversing southern Nunavut on our way back to the Peit'hom area. It would be fun to get some interaction going.
Times For Heroes: Chapter 1, Origins
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Ambush
Reketh scrambled insect-like along the rocks, his belly low to the ground to avoid detection. His alert head popped up again, to see the small flotilla of ships that he had been shadowing from the shore anchored in a small inlet. An icy fog was already beginning to settle in, and Reketh grinned widely. Ships did not pass by often, and every one was a valuable opportunity to gain rare supplies and luxuries. He was a relatively young Drell, just come of age but not yet proven. A successful raid of these ships would cement his position in the tribe, and fill his still disappointingly small hoard. Memorizing the location, Reketh set off inland as quickly as he could. His burrow was nearby, but there were other tribes in the area that would certainly want in on this valuable opportunity- such goodwill could win him acclaim outside of the burrow, and perhaps the admiration of one of the beautiful females who he had failed to woo in the past. These upbeat thoughts filled Reketh's head as he sped through the failing light.
By nightfall, a force of 30 Drell set out from their camps, arriving at the narrow end of the inlet. The lights onboard the ships still shone brightly through the fog.
"Boats!" whispered one Drell.
"We already have boats" responded another- it was true, the Drell had carried several of their own vessels with them, canoe-like things made of the patchwork leather of countless arctic beasts wrapped around frames of bone.
"You mean the boats out on the water or our boats?"
Reketh, annoyed by the pointless banter, interrupted.
"No! Those ones!"
The group followed the direction of his pointing finger, to see two small wooden rowboats pulled up on the shore.
"They're on land..."
"Probably for supplies."
"More for us then!"
While the hushed conversation began again, Reketh heard two noisy creatures walking through the bush, some distance away. Separating from the group, he stalked into the forest, towards the sound.
Chattering in excited bubbly voices, two tiny figures crashed through the bushes, each carrying dead rabbits in their hands- and recently caught too, Reketh noted from the bloody smell. Quietly picking up two hefty rocks, he stealthily circled around them in the bush. Both were out of their element, and neither appeared to even suspect his existence. Reketh tried to determine exactly who they were- they appeared to be human children, but something about their behaviour was unchildlike. At any rate, they were foreigners, most likely from some distant land where children ruled. Reketh chuckled at the possibility... although he had always held a desire to travel to distant lands- an impossible one, he realized.
Reketh shook his head vigorously, and focused again on the task at hand. He crept up behind the two figures, who had paused to talk, and simultaneously brought the stones down upon the backs of their heads. One fell instantly, and the other gave a cry of pain as the rock glanced off the side of his head. The young Drell leapt upon the second figure and viciously beat it with the rock until it ceased moving. That done, he pulled out his serrated, bone cleaver and set to work on the corpses.
When he returned, the rest of the Drell were preparing to push their boats into the water.
"What kept you?" asked one of his seniors, from another tribe.
"This." responded Reketh, withdrawing two blonde heads from his satchel proudly.
"Hmm." responded the larger Drell, standing roughly one and a half meters tall to Reketh's single meter (though both would be taller still if they walked in upright stances). He investigated the two heads with an expert eye for a moment, then started to laugh.
"What!?"
"You fool, you smashed their heads in with rocks, didn't you?" laughed the elder, "You've ruined your first skulls!"
The rest of the group joined in on the laughter.
"Shut up! You'll give us away!" retorted an angry Reketh.
The laughter fell to a lower pitch. Wheezing, the elder spoke again.
"We can call you Reketh Broken-Skull!"
The laughter nearly erupted again, but the group controlled itself.
"Give me those heads, and we'll see if you can't get something more... intact in the future."
Fuming, Reketh climbed into one of the landed rowboats as the group loaded again onto their boats and set out towards the lights in the bay. Their advance was unheard due to some raucous, possibly celebratory noises emanating from the lights. The Drell, making the final approach towards their targets, dropped low in their boats and fell silent... they needed to wait only a moment longer, and they would upon them.
Reketh scrambled insect-like along the rocks, his belly low to the ground to avoid detection. His alert head popped up again, to see the small flotilla of ships that he had been shadowing from the shore anchored in a small inlet. An icy fog was already beginning to settle in, and Reketh grinned widely. Ships did not pass by often, and every one was a valuable opportunity to gain rare supplies and luxuries. He was a relatively young Drell, just come of age but not yet proven. A successful raid of these ships would cement his position in the tribe, and fill his still disappointingly small hoard. Memorizing the location, Reketh set off inland as quickly as he could. His burrow was nearby, but there were other tribes in the area that would certainly want in on this valuable opportunity- such goodwill could win him acclaim outside of the burrow, and perhaps the admiration of one of the beautiful females who he had failed to woo in the past. These upbeat thoughts filled Reketh's head as he sped through the failing light.
By nightfall, a force of 30 Drell set out from their camps, arriving at the narrow end of the inlet. The lights onboard the ships still shone brightly through the fog.
"Boats!" whispered one Drell.
"We already have boats" responded another- it was true, the Drell had carried several of their own vessels with them, canoe-like things made of the patchwork leather of countless arctic beasts wrapped around frames of bone.
"You mean the boats out on the water or our boats?"
Reketh, annoyed by the pointless banter, interrupted.
"No! Those ones!"
The group followed the direction of his pointing finger, to see two small wooden rowboats pulled up on the shore.
"They're on land..."
"Probably for supplies."
"More for us then!"
While the hushed conversation began again, Reketh heard two noisy creatures walking through the bush, some distance away. Separating from the group, he stalked into the forest, towards the sound.
Chattering in excited bubbly voices, two tiny figures crashed through the bushes, each carrying dead rabbits in their hands- and recently caught too, Reketh noted from the bloody smell. Quietly picking up two hefty rocks, he stealthily circled around them in the bush. Both were out of their element, and neither appeared to even suspect his existence. Reketh tried to determine exactly who they were- they appeared to be human children, but something about their behaviour was unchildlike. At any rate, they were foreigners, most likely from some distant land where children ruled. Reketh chuckled at the possibility... although he had always held a desire to travel to distant lands- an impossible one, he realized.
Reketh shook his head vigorously, and focused again on the task at hand. He crept up behind the two figures, who had paused to talk, and simultaneously brought the stones down upon the backs of their heads. One fell instantly, and the other gave a cry of pain as the rock glanced off the side of his head. The young Drell leapt upon the second figure and viciously beat it with the rock until it ceased moving. That done, he pulled out his serrated, bone cleaver and set to work on the corpses.
When he returned, the rest of the Drell were preparing to push their boats into the water.
"What kept you?" asked one of his seniors, from another tribe.
"This." responded Reketh, withdrawing two blonde heads from his satchel proudly.
"Hmm." responded the larger Drell, standing roughly one and a half meters tall to Reketh's single meter (though both would be taller still if they walked in upright stances). He investigated the two heads with an expert eye for a moment, then started to laugh.
"What!?"
"You fool, you smashed their heads in with rocks, didn't you?" laughed the elder, "You've ruined your first skulls!"
The rest of the group joined in on the laughter.
"Shut up! You'll give us away!" retorted an angry Reketh.
The laughter fell to a lower pitch. Wheezing, the elder spoke again.
"We can call you Reketh Broken-Skull!"
The laughter nearly erupted again, but the group controlled itself.
"Give me those heads, and we'll see if you can't get something more... intact in the future."
Fuming, Reketh climbed into one of the landed rowboats as the group loaded again onto their boats and set out towards the lights in the bay. Their advance was unheard due to some raucous, possibly celebratory noises emanating from the lights. The Drell, making the final approach towards their targets, dropped low in their boats and fell silent... they needed to wait only a moment longer, and they would upon them.
human-slaughter
brand new year
Ambush Pt 2
The rowboats were returning to the boats and Dexter stood at the boat rail hoping the Peit’hom had brought back an abundance of food. The many sailors pushed past Dexter waiting to receive the lines to lift the boats. Dexter backed up to allow the Peit’hom to do their work but the ropes did not come and the Peit’hom looked confused some looking over the rails.
From the side of the ship 10 or so lanky creatures sprang up and over the rails and were upon the Peit’hom. The largest held tools and the smaller ones held rocks but all were bashing the bodies of the Peit’hom. The screams of agony from the little people filled the boat. From below many other Peit’hom came to help defend their brethren.
Dexter drew his sword cutting through the unknown invaders. Many of the smaller creatures scurried away from him as he advanced still holding a corpse or two of the Peit’hom. He slashed through them some jumped over the side trying to get away from the sword.
Dexter pulled in the anchor as the Peit’hom fought with the remaining creatures.
“Anchors Away!” he yelled to the Navigator. “Let’s go!”
The boat was slowly pulling out of the inlet as the remaining creatures tried to get away. Dexter saw one of the smaller creatures trying to drag a Peit’hom to the edge of the boat. Dexter moved fast towards the creature. He slammed into the lanky invader slamming him too the deck. With one arm Dexter held the weapon arm and with his other placed the sword at the creatures neck.
“What are you!?” Dexter yelled in his face. The creature wheezed and Dexter saw fear in his eyes. “Who are you?” He spoke softly.
The rowboats were returning to the boats and Dexter stood at the boat rail hoping the Peit’hom had brought back an abundance of food. The many sailors pushed past Dexter waiting to receive the lines to lift the boats. Dexter backed up to allow the Peit’hom to do their work but the ropes did not come and the Peit’hom looked confused some looking over the rails.
From the side of the ship 10 or so lanky creatures sprang up and over the rails and were upon the Peit’hom. The largest held tools and the smaller ones held rocks but all were bashing the bodies of the Peit’hom. The screams of agony from the little people filled the boat. From below many other Peit’hom came to help defend their brethren.
Dexter drew his sword cutting through the unknown invaders. Many of the smaller creatures scurried away from him as he advanced still holding a corpse or two of the Peit’hom. He slashed through them some jumped over the side trying to get away from the sword.
Dexter pulled in the anchor as the Peit’hom fought with the remaining creatures.
“Anchors Away!” he yelled to the Navigator. “Let’s go!”
The boat was slowly pulling out of the inlet as the remaining creatures tried to get away. Dexter saw one of the smaller creatures trying to drag a Peit’hom to the edge of the boat. Dexter moved fast towards the creature. He slammed into the lanky invader slamming him too the deck. With one arm Dexter held the weapon arm and with his other placed the sword at the creatures neck.
“What are you!?” Dexter yelled in his face. The creature wheezed and Dexter saw fear in his eyes. “Who are you?” He spoke softly.
Ambush Part 3
Reketh looked around frantically- many of his company had fallen to this mighty human, clad in brilliance and wielding deadly steel. How could everything have gone so wrong? Desperate to take some kind of trophy from this disaster, he seized an injured child and began to lope towards the edge of the boat.
He almost made it, until a crushing weight knocked him to the ground. Reketh released his grip and desperately scrambled towards the edge, but the human seized him. The Drell tried to lift his bony sword, but his assailant was too quick, holding down his right arm. Immediately therafter, he felt cold metal touch his throat. His eyes dilated and head rolled back, trying to delay certain death.
"WRAUGHDAROO!!" roared the man. Reketh squirmed and looked at the man. Why was he not dead?
"Huaryou?" spoke the man again, in a much different tone. Reketh recognized what he heard- it was the common language, spoken by the arctic men who occasionally came into contact with the Drell tribes. It was a dialect, perhaps, but certainly the same language.
"Who are you?" the man asked again. Reketh considered the steel on his throat, imagining it pressing harder with every second. He knew that silence would be his death, and squeaked out a word.
"Reketh."
"Is that your name?"
"Yes."
The man seemed somewhat taken aback that the lanky creature could speak. Shaking off his surprise, he continued.
A Note on the Voices of the Drell
To get a good idea of what the Drell sound like, try talking with your neck tensed, through the top and back of your throat, and without using your lips. Drell language is filled with rattling, smacking and hissing sounds, and a somewhat limited vowel range. However, they are still capable of a wide variety of speeches, although to them common human language sounds rather soft and undefined, hence the Reketh's initial misunderstanding of Dexter's words.
Reketh looked around frantically- many of his company had fallen to this mighty human, clad in brilliance and wielding deadly steel. How could everything have gone so wrong? Desperate to take some kind of trophy from this disaster, he seized an injured child and began to lope towards the edge of the boat.
He almost made it, until a crushing weight knocked him to the ground. Reketh released his grip and desperately scrambled towards the edge, but the human seized him. The Drell tried to lift his bony sword, but his assailant was too quick, holding down his right arm. Immediately therafter, he felt cold metal touch his throat. His eyes dilated and head rolled back, trying to delay certain death.
"WRAUGHDAROO!!" roared the man. Reketh squirmed and looked at the man. Why was he not dead?
"Huaryou?" spoke the man again, in a much different tone. Reketh recognized what he heard- it was the common language, spoken by the arctic men who occasionally came into contact with the Drell tribes. It was a dialect, perhaps, but certainly the same language.
"Who are you?" the man asked again. Reketh considered the steel on his throat, imagining it pressing harder with every second. He knew that silence would be his death, and squeaked out a word.
"Reketh."
"Is that your name?"
"Yes."
The man seemed somewhat taken aback that the lanky creature could speak. Shaking off his surprise, he continued.
A Note on the Voices of the Drell
To get a good idea of what the Drell sound like, try talking with your neck tensed, through the top and back of your throat, and without using your lips. Drell language is filled with rattling, smacking and hissing sounds, and a somewhat limited vowel range. However, they are still capable of a wide variety of speeches, although to them common human language sounds rather soft and undefined, hence the Reketh's initial misunderstanding of Dexter's words.
In the distant shadows, just beyond the sight of those involved sat Eith formerly of Gil'Galeth, currently of the world. In typical Gil'Galeth fashion, Eith had taken to watching the Drell mildly bemused by the lesser races and their crudeness. This bemusement turned to horror when he began to relaise he was picking up the ugly language of the Drell. He wondered why the Dark Lady had cursed him with such a mission... the only damning grace of which was he had never had to sully his lips with the Drells guttural sounds.
In any advent his red eyes had sparked with interest at the skirmish before him, he was enthralled, the flowing blood and the beautiful anarchy resonated within him. He would of course have to investigate the skirmish, nobody would know if he lapped at the blood and cut slices of thigh for later consumption... he was quite sick of rodents. He had to move in any case, his gloves were almost overflowing with the blood that flowed out of his hands in a never ending trickle which never seemed to bother him... well beyond the stains.
In any advent his red eyes had sparked with interest at the skirmish before him, he was enthralled, the flowing blood and the beautiful anarchy resonated within him. He would of course have to investigate the skirmish, nobody would know if he lapped at the blood and cut slices of thigh for later consumption... he was quite sick of rodents. He had to move in any case, his gloves were almost overflowing with the blood that flowed out of his hands in a never ending trickle which never seemed to bother him... well beyond the stains.
TheLastJacobite
No Commies
OOC: Charles Li, can I get a response to my PM? Kinda need it for my orders.
tuxedohamm
Disguised as crow.
From: Envalen
To: The elves returning our news to Warden
We hate to send you back through the orc-infested north, but at the moment we are quite proud of our acomplishments. A future agreement may come to pass, but for now we can only offer you the green eyes of our shared goddess in goodwill. (A small pouch of small, rough emeralds).
To: The elves returning our news to Warden
We hate to send you back through the orc-infested north, but at the moment we are quite proud of our acomplishments. A future agreement may come to pass, but for now we can only offer you the green eyes of our shared goddess in goodwill. (A small pouch of small, rough emeralds).
Prosperity
Gethell Great-Arm grinned widely as he climbed over the mountain of plunder gathered from the destruction of Tvergold. Half had gone to his armies, and half had gone to his nation. Large treasure-rafts had carried the entire contents of the city northwards, to the great capital of Hekath, leaving the former dwarven city as nothing but a network of empty caves. Gethell knew that his settlers would soon begin to move into this subterranean city, claiming it for Hek’Hekath, but his mind was not concerned with such things at the time. Now was the moment to bask in success. Picking up a helmeted dwarven skull, he puppeted it for a moment, with an amused smile, then fell back upon his hoard. Life was good.
Gethell Great-Arm grinned widely as he climbed over the mountain of plunder gathered from the destruction of Tvergold. Half had gone to his armies, and half had gone to his nation. Large treasure-rafts had carried the entire contents of the city northwards, to the great capital of Hekath, leaving the former dwarven city as nothing but a network of empty caves. Gethell knew that his settlers would soon begin to move into this subterranean city, claiming it for Hek’Hekath, but his mind was not concerned with such things at the time. Now was the moment to bask in success. Picking up a helmeted dwarven skull, he puppeted it for a moment, with an amused smile, then fell back upon his hoard. Life was good.
High Pontifex Grenth watched the new acolytes toil in the garden, they were tending to both the plants for their meals and the plants used for tending the sick and injured. They were learning how to care for all the different plants under the watchful eye of Pontifex Dresh. High Pontifex Grenth slid slowly towards the great temple the royals had graciously erected to spread and preserve the glory of Vigaliana for the ages.
The temple also had the effect of bringing worshipers from ever growing distances to view the temple and praise the goddess for all she has given them. The non-Naga visitors however were quickly greeted by a Crier and given a polite lesson on the laws, and unspoken rules, of the Naga so as to prevent any issue between the guests and the locals. This amused the High Pontifex as it always had. Vagaliana created her people the Naga and they were grateful, but developed the obsession with personal Honor. The royals had decreed new laws on how to treat with visitors to avoid some of the embarrassing incidents.
Well, it would all work out under Vagaliana, and increasingly Semiv as well, guidance. Of course if the merchants didn't want to get in trouble they should avoid all the lying about their goods. Give and take by both sides would solve the problem. The Naga were learning to treat others as ignorant, but willing to learn, and the merchants were learning that haggling did not mean lies.
The temple also had the effect of bringing worshipers from ever growing distances to view the temple and praise the goddess for all she has given them. The non-Naga visitors however were quickly greeted by a Crier and given a polite lesson on the laws, and unspoken rules, of the Naga so as to prevent any issue between the guests and the locals. This amused the High Pontifex as it always had. Vagaliana created her people the Naga and they were grateful, but developed the obsession with personal Honor. The royals had decreed new laws on how to treat with visitors to avoid some of the embarrassing incidents.
Well, it would all work out under Vagaliana, and increasingly Semiv as well, guidance. Of course if the merchants didn't want to get in trouble they should avoid all the lying about their goods. Give and take by both sides would solve the problem. The Naga were learning to treat others as ignorant, but willing to learn, and the merchants were learning that haggling did not mean lies.
My internet has been really sketchy this week, so I haven't been able to post any stories/updates yet. Could I post one tomorrow (granted my connection lets me) and still be considered on time? I can't now because I'm just too dang tired.
no worries, trying to make this a "stress-free" NES.
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
Orders sent.
Can i join as a hero?
Hero Name:Thorgal
Race:Mountain Dwarve
Favored God:Semiv
Allies With: /
Enemies With: /
Strength: Racial Strength
Intelligence: Racial Intelligence
Ingenuity: Racial Ingenuity
Mysticism: Racial Mysticism
Diplomacy: Racial Diplomacy
Inventory: none
I have no idea what the racial-points are.
Hero Name:Thorgal
Race:Mountain Dwarve
Favored God:Semiv
Allies With: /
Enemies With: /
Strength: Racial Strength
Intelligence: Racial Intelligence
Ingenuity: Racial Ingenuity
Mysticism: Racial Mysticism
Diplomacy: Racial Diplomacy
Inventory: none
I have no idea what the racial-points are.
I would like to change the race to : MARINE DWARFS.
Sorry for the change, didn't read it all trough.
Thorgal
Race: Marine Dwarf
Allies With:
Enemies with:
Favored God: Semiv
Alignment: Neutral
Strength: 5
Intelligence: 2
Ingenuity: 2
Mysticism: 0
Diplomacy: 1
Inventory:
Is it something like this then?
Sorry for the change, didn't read it all trough.
Thorgal
Race: Marine Dwarf
Allies With:
Enemies with:
Favored God: Semiv
Alignment: Neutral
Strength: 5
Intelligence: 2
Ingenuity: 2
Mysticism: 0
Diplomacy: 1
Inventory:
Is it something like this then?
Grothmag waded into the water, his eyes stuck to the winking trinket lying just below the surface. He reached for it, his hand tingling with the sudden change in temperature as he grasped a large sapphire attached to a solid gold necklace. The dwarf brought the amulet up to his face so he could inspect it closely. It was one of the most finely crafted items he had ever seen in his life. There wasn't a nick or spot of tarnish on the whole thing. He wondered how such a magnificent piece of art had found itself in this strange, salty lake. He wasn't going to leave it there, however, so he put the thing around his neck and tucked it into his shirt, for safe keeping's, of course.
However, he still had a mission to do. He couldn't let this distraction keep him from reaching California and requesting aid against the centaurs. So he hiked back to Vicker, untied him from his rock, mounted up, and continued along the bank, heading west.
As he rode, he couldn't help himself from investigating this trinket further. The sapphire was easily a good three inches in diameter, gigantic jewelry for a dwarf. The gold was extremely lustrous, and it was gold alright, no fooling about it. If anyone knew their metals, it was a mountain dwarf, and Grothmag was sure it was 100% pure gold. The gold was in the shape of a chain, with individual links connected to each other very tightly. The sun danced off the polished surface, distracting him as he rode along.
And then Vicker stopped. It was a moment before Grothmag realized. He was very angry with himself that he could be so careless, for as he looked up to see why the donkey had stopped moving, he locked eyes with one of the ugliest things he had ever seen.
Standing hunched over before him, its arms resting on its knuckles, large claws at the end of its fingers, piercing, glaring eyes, sandy white fur, large, razor sharp teeth, was a crull. He had heard stories of the crull, everyone had, but he never believed he would ever see one. They were supposed to be rare, hardly anyone encountered any, less had survived their encounters. For a minute they just stared at each other, all thoughts of the amulet left the dwarf's mind as the cool calmness that always preceded battle began to fill his body. Slowly he reached for his axe, ready for anything the beast was going to do.
It was over in a flash. First the crull, finally deciding it could take on the dwarf and win, charged Groth and Vicker. The dwarf leaped off his mount's back, as the donkey panicked and bolted off in the opposite direction. The crull, missing its target, skidded to a stop and quickly turned to face the dwarf, who was now on his feet and charging it. The beast prepared to lunge at its target, but the dwarf was expecting such. As the crull began it leap, Grothmag readied himself and just as the monster got within range, he swung his axe, connecting with its head, crushing the skull and putting an end to its life. Moorcleft's first kill with its new master.
Grothmag cleaned the blade, as he headed off to fetch his donkey. After tracking the panicked animal for fifteen minutes, he found it munching on some bushes. The dwarf grabbed the donkey's reins and guided it back to the dead monster. Still holding the reins in his hands, he cut the claws off the crull and put them in his pouch. If he had to impress the Californians, to show them he was worthy, he hoped this would be proof enough.
He climbed back on his mount, and continued west. Across the salt flats, then the mountains, finally reaching Irvine.
However, he still had a mission to do. He couldn't let this distraction keep him from reaching California and requesting aid against the centaurs. So he hiked back to Vicker, untied him from his rock, mounted up, and continued along the bank, heading west.
As he rode, he couldn't help himself from investigating this trinket further. The sapphire was easily a good three inches in diameter, gigantic jewelry for a dwarf. The gold was extremely lustrous, and it was gold alright, no fooling about it. If anyone knew their metals, it was a mountain dwarf, and Grothmag was sure it was 100% pure gold. The gold was in the shape of a chain, with individual links connected to each other very tightly. The sun danced off the polished surface, distracting him as he rode along.
And then Vicker stopped. It was a moment before Grothmag realized. He was very angry with himself that he could be so careless, for as he looked up to see why the donkey had stopped moving, he locked eyes with one of the ugliest things he had ever seen.
Standing hunched over before him, its arms resting on its knuckles, large claws at the end of its fingers, piercing, glaring eyes, sandy white fur, large, razor sharp teeth, was a crull. He had heard stories of the crull, everyone had, but he never believed he would ever see one. They were supposed to be rare, hardly anyone encountered any, less had survived their encounters. For a minute they just stared at each other, all thoughts of the amulet left the dwarf's mind as the cool calmness that always preceded battle began to fill his body. Slowly he reached for his axe, ready for anything the beast was going to do.
It was over in a flash. First the crull, finally deciding it could take on the dwarf and win, charged Groth and Vicker. The dwarf leaped off his mount's back, as the donkey panicked and bolted off in the opposite direction. The crull, missing its target, skidded to a stop and quickly turned to face the dwarf, who was now on his feet and charging it. The beast prepared to lunge at its target, but the dwarf was expecting such. As the crull began it leap, Grothmag readied himself and just as the monster got within range, he swung his axe, connecting with its head, crushing the skull and putting an end to its life. Moorcleft's first kill with its new master.
Grothmag cleaned the blade, as he headed off to fetch his donkey. After tracking the panicked animal for fifteen minutes, he found it munching on some bushes. The dwarf grabbed the donkey's reins and guided it back to the dead monster. Still holding the reins in his hands, he cut the claws off the crull and put them in his pouch. If he had to impress the Californians, to show them he was worthy, he hoped this would be proof enough.
He climbed back on his mount, and continued west. Across the salt flats, then the mountains, finally reaching Irvine.
human-slaughter
brand new year
"Reketh." It sputtered.
Dexter was taken aback as he assumed it would make a shrill screech or snarl and try to bite him. Instead it spoke clearly it's name.
"Bring me chains!" Dexter yelled to one of the remaining Peit'hom "Now!"
One of the smaller ones ran down below to get shackles or whatever these people used for detainment. In the meantime the ships captain who had been unharmed in the attack minus a large cut and lump forming on the side of his head.
"You don't mean to keep that demon alive do you!?" the captain said with much contempt in his voice.
"I do Captain I will ensure it does not make any more 'mistakes'." Dexter replied.
"With all due respect Master Swift but those creatures murdered much of my crew and damaged this ship! I have no room to store such a villain."
"Captain, It will not bother you I will confine him to my quarters and keep it fed with my rations. This is the last request I make of your people before we end our journey."
The Captain turned without another word obviously angry but knowledgeable to the fact that Mr. Swift was paying quite a bit for their services.
The smaller Peit'hom came carrying shackles from below. Dexter fixed the chains and led him below.
"Come Reketh, you have much to explain about yourself."
Dexter was taken aback as he assumed it would make a shrill screech or snarl and try to bite him. Instead it spoke clearly it's name.
"Bring me chains!" Dexter yelled to one of the remaining Peit'hom "Now!"
One of the smaller ones ran down below to get shackles or whatever these people used for detainment. In the meantime the ships captain who had been unharmed in the attack minus a large cut and lump forming on the side of his head.
"You don't mean to keep that demon alive do you!?" the captain said with much contempt in his voice.
"I do Captain I will ensure it does not make any more 'mistakes'." Dexter replied.
"With all due respect Master Swift but those creatures murdered much of my crew and damaged this ship! I have no room to store such a villain."
"Captain, It will not bother you I will confine him to my quarters and keep it fed with my rations. This is the last request I make of your people before we end our journey."
The Captain turned without another word obviously angry but knowledgeable to the fact that Mr. Swift was paying quite a bit for their services.
The smaller Peit'hom came carrying shackles from below. Dexter fixed the chains and led him below.
"Come Reketh, you have much to explain about yourself."
Milarqui
Deity
Damn, EQ got caught up by real life. And no update 48 hours after the deadline ended.
