Grish had just finished his weekly spooceharvest.When a pack of elums came rushing by knocking to his feet.He did not know these elums for he had branded each of the elums and paramites from the herds that inhabit the cavern,with a tatto on their left side.Suddenly he herd a faint gun shot from deep within the forest. "Poachers" he growled.And ran into the hidden tunnel, Knocking over the entrance's camoflage. Afer a short sprint he had reached the cavern.He gave a sharp whistle and rushed over to his hut. He quickly put on his helm,which lay on his make-shift bed. Then he opened a large wooden chest and took out his crude tomahawk,which he placed under his leather belt and his brutal spoocebow.He carefully strapped the spoocebow to his arm and began covering his arms and legs in red war paint.
Suddenly he came charging out of his hut,after he heard a second gunshot.There a large elum stood cladded in crude brass armour and covered in red war paint.Grish mounted his loyal elum steed.After saying a few words to his steed in elum tounge,they went charging up the dark,gloomy tunnel.
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