[Necrophagia]

OOC: I will try to make a map, if u could send concept sketches or something?

IC: Being a slow walker, the cannibal took sometime to get even a mile through the dense forest. the sack of corpses on his back wasn't helping either, some are rotting away, but most are still leaking fluids, and it's not helping. leaving a faint trail of blood and other unmentionable fluids behind him, he kept on trucking through the jungle. he soon stumbled into an open clearing. Something didn't seem right, the forest wasn't noisy like it normally is, and a clearing smack bang right in the middle of a dense jungle wasn't a sure sign of safety. he trembled forward, inching along the dead grass. suddenly a net swooped around him grasping him with wire-like rope. three skinny, malnourished mudokons stepped out from the shadows. " Who are you and what are you doing in our jungle? " said the first mudokon. he seemed angry for a mudokon, even angrier than the ones he had seen a vykkers. they all had crude weapons, one had sharp stick, the other two had large branches. " Well? Speak up fool! " the cannibal squirmed around in the net, smothered by the corpse-sack. "ohhh, your a glukkon., but whats this?.." the mudokon stared at necrophagia. " ARMS?! " he said loudly. the other mudokon gasped. " what a freak !" "this can't be good! " muttered the 2 mudokons with the clubs. " Since when did gluk's have arms! they were bad enough with their harsh voices and command over us workers, but now the can defend themselves!" asked the others. "let's kill him!" said one of the clubbers. "yeah!" replied the other. without thinking the clubber smashed necrophagia with a stick. Damn! These bastards have the upper hand here. i need to fool them.
Necrophagia yelped in pain as the others joined in the beating. the cannibal started to sob and shake. " what a pansy!" said one of the mudokons. "yeah, I've defended myself against tougher slurgs!" the stick-bearer thought, trying as hard as he could what with the cannibal screaming in the background. he whispered in a clubbers ear, they both nodded, and cut loose the cannibal.
" now why'd ya do that! " snapped the other clubber. " just wait my friend, paticence reveals all." "aw, i hate waiting." muttered the clubber.
" so what's your name gluk?" queried one of the muds. ..... "not talking eh? what a freak."
the cannibal slowly stood up. " your just a poor defenseless loser without a slig with you." said a clubber. the cannibal shook his head. "nope." The muds gasped once again "he talked!!" "yeah. I did. But your not gonna live to talk about it." Necrophagia slashed at the stick-bearer mudokon throat with his shovel. he fell to the ground, and the other muds lunged at him. quick-witted, the cannibal swung the corpse-sack at the attackers. a bone sticking out of the sack cut their bodys. they fell to their knees.
"p-p-please, let us live!" the cannibal thought for a second. "nah." he said using their own weapons against them.
I told them they wern't gonna live to talk about it. Well, 3 more for them road. He claimed the corpses and continued his journey to Shrubton.