After their road crafting journey the front clearing group arrived in the not too distant village, It however seemed this place may be in even worse condition than are own, it was rather quite around other than for skittering of shadows across rooftops and down little coves.
There was little bustle around this town, the group headed into it, its quietness added to a weariness to the place and oddity and something that felt incredibly dark and odd.
Slow steps were taken as the group slowly penetrated deeper into the village.
Slow light wind made a light howl through the village, this type of scenario was the type that could make hair stand on end for those whom were not prepared for the danger of just pure silence.
Silence could cause some to relax would of course not be the best thing in this situation.
Slowly approaching the main tavern, as the lead big blue Imuchakk opened the doors, a large group seem crowded into the building in a sober silence, a silence that would feel like death in an imuchakk village.
Vodarara’s head span with messages such as ID LOVE TO LIVE HERE!
The big guy lead out with “why are you all in here and not dealing with the disaster”
A response came back with “Look in the middle of the floor, that’s all we have left of are supplies”
A small pile filled the room most likely not even enough if you rationed it for the Imuchakk.
“The squirrels, it’s like there’s an army of those things, they been looting the stores, they protect the mass stashes they have been making”
The big guy responded with “you’re a sorry lot, calling yourselves imuchakk at that just smash the little buggers, the little human could do better than what you lot have done so far”
Vodarara found himself yet again treated like child, being held up by the scruff of the neck by the giant Imuchakk, as usual there was no respect for a poacher.
The big guy looked Vodarara in the eyes and said “Go kill me some of these squirrels they clearly haven’t got any food, so we want something to eat”
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WC:366
366/1000
There was little bustle around this town, the group headed into it, its quietness added to a weariness to the place and oddity and something that felt incredibly dark and odd.
Slow steps were taken as the group slowly penetrated deeper into the village.
Slow light wind made a light howl through the village, this type of scenario was the type that could make hair stand on end for those whom were not prepared for the danger of just pure silence.
Silence could cause some to relax would of course not be the best thing in this situation.
Slowly approaching the main tavern, as the lead big blue Imuchakk opened the doors, a large group seem crowded into the building in a sober silence, a silence that would feel like death in an imuchakk village.
Vodarara’s head span with messages such as ID LOVE TO LIVE HERE!
The big guy lead out with “why are you all in here and not dealing with the disaster”
A response came back with “Look in the middle of the floor, that’s all we have left of are supplies”
A small pile filled the room most likely not even enough if you rationed it for the Imuchakk.
“The squirrels, it’s like there’s an army of those things, they been looting the stores, they protect the mass stashes they have been making”
The big guy responded with “you’re a sorry lot, calling yourselves imuchakk at that just smash the little buggers, the little human could do better than what you lot have done so far”
Vodarara found himself yet again treated like child, being held up by the scruff of the neck by the giant Imuchakk, as usual there was no respect for a poacher.
The big guy looked Vodarara in the eyes and said “Go kill me some of these squirrels they clearly haven’t got any food, so we want something to eat”
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WC:366
366/1000