Taking no notice of the foreshadowing plants Quas quickly shoved them aside with but a push, his huge feet stomping them down in a rally of sharp cracks as stem and stick groaned in both agony and in warning to the blundering kroxigor.
Huge nostrils taking in gallons of cool, cave air Quas lunged deeper into the darkness, uncaring to what dangers and forgotten histories lay within. The thick, unmistakable scent of blood, sweat and battle heavy on the air the kroxigor was blindly lead down twisting tunnels and coiling loops of cavern flooded with stretches of deep stagnant water. The fumes of which rose up in a thin vapour to fight with the smell of blood, tainting it in such a way to only reflect the creature’s it came from but also diluting the path which led ever deeper into the sprawling tomb of stone and darkness.
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Hakal too felt the rush of combat and bloodshed’s effects surging through him. He was once again the hunter and Skaven the prey. this time however the fight was not for glory or food, the fight held holy purpose in the eyes of the old ones, a chance to rid the world of these anathema and reclaim what is rightfully owned by lizardmen alike. Death. Such a world held a tight grip of sorrow over Hakal, a sorrow that was all but forgotten at each kill of a Skaven. These vile creatures, beasts, would have no silent prayers ushered to them as their spirit was ripped forth from their body, only to then be consumed by their vile god, a god that would in time to know the wrath of the old ones.
Now noticing the heavy stench of death lingering in the air Xolek can't help but embrace the feeling of victory, another handful of vile Skaven souls sentenced to eternal sacrifice in honour of Sotek?.. Of... Of the light.. of the stars, sky and moon? It had been too long since the oricle had felt the taste of Skaven blood in the air and felt the surge of his weapon’s plunging into accursed flesh. This cause, however righteous should not be lingered on for this skink knew both that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer but also where one pack of Skaven can be found so to will others. Scent of blood and sounds of battle would no doubt travel far, twisting and echoing down into the seemingly endless web of lost caverns and chambers, a web that hosted a spider, which as all spiders do would detect the vibrations of prey on silk…
Putting the battle behind him Xolek strives forward in preparation, hastily preparing a field of sharp, rusted spear spikes and piled up wall’s of Skaven flesh in the tightest stretches of the tunnel to buy the group some time and alert them of other’s presence if, or when reinforcements surge fourth from the foul darkness…. These Skaven breed and fester quickly in forgotten and dark places, feeding on the evil therein... But perhaps the lizardmen could slay them faster, that was if they found the source of these Skaven incursions and silenced it.
Ignoring any and all of the oracles tiered attempts to regroup Xiuhcoatl remains enraptured in this frenzy of battle, the frenzy of the hunt. Each and every shout almost pushes the defiant salamander further down distant tunnels in pursuit of the fleeting shadows, shadows that had no-doubt witnesses both this blessed light and slaughter… Perhaps it was not the shadows themselves but what they housed. Now with each passing moment, the rapid sound of stomping feet began to ring out from the tunnel in which the group had come from, causing all eyes to linger and wait in rapid breaths.
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A bounty of equipment and tools laid out in front of him Xahanol scrambles for a handful of small nets before his eyes settle upon a batch of trapping equipment already partnered with bags of fresh bait that stands out from the backdrop of the burnt building but also lines of handling sticks and blow darts. Almost mesmerised at the array of utensils Xahanol is suddenly interrupted by what sounds like commotion emanating from the central plaza. In the same breath, other handlers and tamers also notice in much the same way until their gazes transform into the sound of footsteps which come to fuse and strengthen with that of the forming crowd.
(I will do a stats update Next post, unless anyone requests or needs it/cant remember previous)
