[oddveteran93]

OOC: Yeah, you can all join, I think did say at least 4 people and the more the better. Note: To the people who saw 'The bounty hunter' thread, my character is not the same as the one in the bounty hunter rpg. I only used his name.

Frex ate lunch with some of the mudokons near the construction site of the new wall. The whole tribe was asked to help build a new wall and some defence buildings to resist the industrial attack. The wall was being built out of wood and some stone. There was still a lot of work that had to be done, so Frex said his quick goodbyes and left the village.

He wondered through the woods which seemed to get darker. There were still some huts around, but they were abandoned. Frex heard a strange noise in the distance and pulled out his crossbow. He continued cautiosly watching every tree and shadow. He was surprised that the shaman didn't send anyone with him to help him. He wondered why.

A large pack of paramites appeared out of nowhere and ran through the woods. Frex hid under some exposed tree roots. Fortunately for him, the paramites didn't see him. He sighed and got up. A long tongue sudenly wrapped around his neck.

"Oh crap!" he yelled struggling to breathe. It was a fleech on one of the tree brances. He shot an arrow desperately but missed. Another fleech grabbed his left arm. He grabbed one of the fleeches' tounge and pulled it untill the feech fell to the ground. He punched it angrily and threw it away. the other fleech crawled into a small hole into the ground.

Frex looked around. He was at a small road. It led straight to the infested mine. He didn't want to venture in there so he continued quietly through the woods. It started snowing. A few hours later, Frex decided to call it a day and sat down near some bushes. It wasn't going to be easy to find this scrab.