[TheKhanzumer]

Here it finally is. The sixth chapter of the Marching Mudokons. Here we get to introduce the musclebound tomahawker, Chukkra. This chapter should be good.


Part One:

The forests of Necrum were quiet. Not quiet as befits a crypt of its size, not an eerie quite. This was the quiet of approaching danger.

Chukkra crouched low and made his way slowly through the thick brown-green ferns. The brown birds overhead silently watched him and his band of tomahawkers. They had been drawn to the great amount of spooce drawn to the focal point of the portal they had used to get here. They did not fly around the now invisible portal, sucking up spiritual energy, as the birds usually did. That alone was reason to be cautious. Chuk looked at the other five, white warriors. They would have to be cautious indeed.

Rumor had it that a band of sligs had been sent by their glukkons boss to reclaim the land freed by Abe. They were supposedly wandering now through the forest, making their way toward the great temples. They had brand new ghost locks to trap the souls of mudokons to an eternity of dismal darkness. That could not be allowed.

Chuk flexed his massive muscles. He gripped his two tomahawks in anticipation. Unless he was greatly mistaken, the sligs were very, very close.