OOC: this will go back to the beginning for a short bit, but he'll catch up to the story quickly.
Sal had been around Norg for a couple weeks. He was beginning to be a very popular source of anger as his bag grew bigger and bigger. There ended up only being one shop that hadn't physically thrown him out; the poison maker's shop. Sal would go in, day after day, and attempt to sell the poison maker different types of plants and mushrooms he "found".
One day Sal, like every day prior, walked into the poison maker's shop. The poison maker, Calvarr, instantly yelled "What the hell did i tell you about bringing that bag in here!?!?" Sal spun on his heel and walked right out of the store, only to return two seconds later without his bag.
"I have this magic root of of poison's essence!!" Sal exclaimed as he thrusted a piece of wood in his hand up in the air. "it's yours for a bottle of that tasty looking spooce juice over there". Calvar followed Sal's crazed eyes to a vial behind the counter.
"first off," Calvarr said as he rolled his eyes "that's no 'root of poison's essence', its just a twig that i watched you snap off of a tree outside. Secondly, this is not spooce juice, its something called Treystone and its....aw forget it....just get the hell outta here"
"Ok!" Sal skipped towards the door "i'll go find you more magical poison stuff!"
"You NEVER find me magical poison stuff!!" Calvarr sounded fairly irritated at this point, "just clumps of dirt and dead...JUST GET OUT!!"
Sal bounded out the door and instantly began chasing a couple of ratz in circles around the the building. This went on for about an hour before he heard the noises coming towards Norg. Sal looked up and saw lights in the sky. Hundreds and hundreds of lights. They were coming towards him, and descending to the ground. Things began to get crazy around him. Locals were scrambling about, screaming, but Sal just focused on the lights. Guns were going off around him, explosions were happening in the woods nearby, but those lights were.....so......bright. The dopey grinned daze that Sal was stuck in was broken when he felt a sharp jab to his back.
"get movin' primate" said a raspy voiced slig as he jammed his gun into Sal's back.
"SHEESH! No need to shove!" Sal retorted as though the slig were just another person waiting in line to get closer to the lights. "let me just grab my bag..."
"F'giddaboutit, shorty! now march!" The slig jammed the gun into Sal again. Harder this time. The slig led Sal towards the bright lights. It was even more amazing up close Sal thought as he was shoved into a large holding cell with other Mudokons. Before the cell door was even closed, though, the Slig turned towards a bright light above the woods nearby and ran off.
"FIREWORKS!" Sal yelled. "No WAY am i missin' this!" He bolted out of the cell towards the poison shop. His large bag was still sitting outside the building, so he slung it over his back and began sprinting towards a group of sligs who were obviously also running towards the source of the flare. "HEY GUYS! WAIT UP!"
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