Blood Sun, Chapter One: The Shadow Over Junga

[Festy_Dog]

Vrek casts a glance at Jrag's lifeless form. "It might be I can get help for him," he works his mouth in thought, "pricey, though."

"I repay my debts," Razzit slurs, leading Gorefang from the arena, "We have a week to solve your problem also. If you know someone who can undo Jrag's death, Jrag could be inclined to help you. I don't think he likes being indebted to people, so he might try to solve your issue as quickly as possible. But on the other hand he may just run off. We'll have to wait and see."

Razzit spat a mouthful of blood off to one side, making negligable difference to the arena floor as they approached the exit.

 

[dave_o]

The Arena
Filthy orcs, colored by mud and blood, lope from the bloodworks into the arena proper, haphazardly stripping Teak of once resplendent armor, dragging Blacktooth from the float. The battle bruised goblins and orc thread their way through coppery passages to emerge into a downpour, hunched beneath the towering Arena walls.

Abruptly, Vrek stops, spinning on the rest and jabbing his spear to stop them. "You have my thanks," the spearhead wobbles in the rain, water sluicing off it, "but I have to know who I'm with." The goblin relinquishes the weapon, stubbing the butt into the mud with a squish.

Torches sputter throughout the village behind Vrek's lean silhouette.

 

[Necro_Kinder]

Spratnik watches Vrek walk away into the village, then turns to his companions and asks "What are we to do now?"