ok, sorry..Wasn't able to do chapter 5 on the promised date. I'll have to do it now. Again, sorry.
Chapter Five: Technically, your wrong...
"Sir! We must go after him!" screamed one of the younger tribe warriors, close to Klartali. Blorgen sighed as he stood next to him, rubbing his temples. Just after the feast, Klartali had promoted Blorgen to the positsion of his assistant, and the leader of the tribes' warriors.
"No, it is wrong. It is against the law of our tribe. Would you rather break our own laws and catch a outcast, or stay here, and leave the outcast to be CAST OUT?" Klartali said, rasing his voice slightly.
"No, I don't mean to harm our tribes' honour, but....He killed my brother.." the warrior replied with little tears forming at the edge of his eyes.
"Even if he did, we can not risk our men to take down and bring to justice an outcast. We already have enough troubles as it is. The elder shaman is sick, and since we have no able healers, we have three of our warriors attending to him, and now, there have been reports from one of the other villages that there have been sights of sligs and the clakkerz cutting down trees, and taking them to some new factory....And lastly, there are words of outlaws in service of this...Mugol...." he said, rolling his tounge over the name.
"Yes, sir...." he said defeatedly, and walked off.
"Blorgen." Klartali said quietly.
"Yes, my chief, what is it?" Blorgen said.
"I want you to take four or five of our best warriors and lead them out to watch for these industrialists. Send one mudokon, be it warrior or villager, to each other tribe village, and warn them of this, if they do not already know. And if it is possible, get them to send either the chief of their village, or atleast a representative. If you please."
"Yes, yes, of course my chief." Blorgen said with a bow, and walked out the tent, barking orders.
Klartali stood up from his "throne" and walked outside, down the main path, and looked around at the village. Perhaps we could add some spears into the wall for a bit of a better defense if we are attacked, he thought. And maybe we will need to...force...more villagers to be trained as warriors. If these industrialists are as bad as I think, we are doomed...He drifted off into thought, accidently bumping into the girl at the feast.
"I'm sorry, chief it's-"
"No, don't worry, girl, it was clearly my fault." he said with a smile, and she responded with a smile.
After an awkward silence, she said,"Well, i better get to my duties.." and walked off.
"Well seems I better get to my duties as chief as well..." he said to thin air, and walked off in no particular direction.
CHAPTER 6 SOMETIME THIS WEEK, AND I WILL KEEP THAT PROMISE!!!
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"The judge knew that he was full of shit and gave him twenty five years and now his heart is filled with tears. That night it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed. but the guards payed no attention to his cries. that's when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story: it does not pay to be drunk and horny." -Sublime, Date Rape
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