ooc:thx and the poachers arent really a big part in my character's story.
The poachers began to start asking one another, "who is he?Are there more?What should we do with him?"
Grish was still unconcious, when there was a lound rustling in the undergrowth surrounding the camp. The poachers went to investigate. Then suddenly as they got within a foot of the undergrowths, dozens of webs came shooting out the bushes. Knocking at least half of the poachers to the ground and entangling them. The remaining poachers went into disarray, yelling, "The paramites are attacking, load your shotguns."
But before any could reach the ammo crates the paramites had fell upon them. Some paramites came bursting out the shrubs, others shoot their webs upon the poachers from out the trees. The battle was over in a matter of seconds. The herd of paramites began dragging their captives back into the undergrowth. The fate of the captive poachers is a most gruesome one.
One fairly large built paramite stayed behind,it had a tribal tatto on its left side. It gnawed at the ropes, till Grish dropped silently flat on the floor, and ran of into the forest.
When Grish awoke to find the camp deserted and himself free, he quickly searched the poachers' tents for his armour and weapons. But with great sadness he did not find them, they were his only memory of his home up north. Grish went over to his unarmoured elum steed and untied it.He led the elum through the tunnel and back into the cavern. Grish stayed in his tent thinking over what he should do, he had no way to protect the wildlife now. he was of no use to them. Then he remembered seeing a town on the horizon on his last vist to the Grubb ruins, and thought to himself, "maybe there is someone who is able to build me a new spoocebow in town, but i have no money."
Grish wondered what to next. Suddenly he ran outside, quickly picking up his crude make-shift pick axe and began mining the unknown metal ore. He was there for ages until he had mananged to fill a medium sized bag. He secured this bag and another large bag, containing the leftover spooce from this week's harvest, to his elum steed. He also throw a small bag over his shoulder, which contained many paramite pelts and elum hides which he had picked up at the outlaw camp, and set off towards the town leding his elum. He was getting escorted by a pack of large muscular paramites.
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