Chapter 2 - The Dark Mudokon.
Cirjuv told Grish to sit in a large paramite bone chair. Grish did as the chieftain asked. The sound of sharpening bone and hurrying feet could be heard through out the carven, as the marauders and hunters prepared for war. The paramites cowered in the shawdows, for they remembered the last time the village went to war. Tergiki, the masked shaman, placed his hand on Grish's forehead. The brutish mudokon slowly closed his eyes. All went dark. Suddenly, the shaman and the brute were transported to the mudokon fortress. There was a dozen Green mudokons and one large albino mudokon. They were arguing in the middle of the half constructed fort. The Green Mudokons were making fun of the large albino's colour. The the large albino, in his rage he picked up his large axe, which was stuck in a tree stump and charged at his bullies. He butchered every last one, their blood was splated all over him. The chieftain and his escort saw the blood covered albino, with his axe in the chieftain's son's chest. On the orders of the chieftain the albino was throw into the caves beneth the fortress. The Albino brute lay at unconscious a cave that glittered gold and silver from its walls.
Tergiki and Grish were then transported to a dark cavern, that was covered in large webs. There they saw the same albino brute get assailed, from all sides, by ravaging paramites. He fought his way futher into the nest, knocking the attacking paramies into the cavern's webbeb walls. He had kill dozens of paramites, until he reached a gigantic paramite. The paramite monsters towered over the large albino brute. It made a great screech and more paramites came rushing down the nearby walls. The brute easily dealt with the smaller paramites. He had picked up a sharp rock and was now climbling the side of the wall, using the webbing as support. He then leaped unto the enormous monter's back, with much effort he pulled himself along the creatures back while it tired to knock him off. Finally, he had dragged himself to the monster's head where he plunged the rock into its tough hide. With an agonising howl of pain the creature fell to the floor, knocking the brute into the nearby cave wall. As the brute lay tangled in the wall's webs a large, shadowy deamon appeared in front of him,
"You have killed a paramite lord and have past part of the trial of the Vrakull, the deamon god of the mudokons." Said the deamon in deep, terrifying voice. It pointed out its hands from which dark bolts of energy came forth. These dark bolts shot into the brute's chest leaving a strange, tribal tatto of a paramite. Then it beckoned,
"to pass the final part of this trial, you must slay a queen of scarbs. To getting to one will just be as hard as killing her. So may your heart remain brave."
The albino brute hung in the paramites' webs speechless. And so the Two were transported, to the event of the brute meeting the hunters and his coming to the village.
Suddenly, Grish awoke pouring with sweat and Tergiki staring at him for his large, bone mask. Then Rarvin entered the hut carrying a large, sharp paramite bone sword with a paramite leather grip.
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