Grish's Oddysee: The War Of The Mudokons

[Scarbmania]

Indroduction-The Lost Village
In North Mudos, there was a small mudoken village within in a large cavern deep under ground. In this cavern there was the mudokon village and a massive underground lake. The Mudokons of this village had been living in the cavern for nearly twenty years now. Their skin had turned into apale white over these years, maybe due to the lack of sunlight or the minerals in the lake. These albino mudokons were not like normal ones, as they had the heart of the warrior and craved the taste of raw meat. They had a strongly built body and were very muscular. They usually hunted the packs of paramites, that lucked in the tunnels which branch off from the cavern. They would skin the paramites and tear the meat from its bones.The leftovers were put to good use, their bones were turned into bows,daggers, tent frames and ammo capsules while their hides were used for armour and tents. Even the paramites' webs were collected and put into ammo capsules. So the albino mudokons hunters made perfect warriors. They wore paramite leather vests, gauntlets and leggings, and savage bone daggers and crude bone bows, which fired bone capsules which tangled the target in paramite webbing.
A small hunting party had just departed their village, and arrived at the paramite hunting grounds at the far end of the cavern. When they saw dozens of paramites attacking a gigantic albino mudoken. They stood on the outskirts of the battle, watching intently as the massive brute throw the paramites into the wall and ground and breaking their necks with his bear hands. The fight was nearly over,the albino mudokon brute was easily winning,when the village hunters helped by letting out a volley from their bows webbing the remaining paramites to the ground. The albino mudokon brute slowly came thudding over to the nearby hunters, he wore nothing but a large loincloth rag and had a large, tribal tatto of paramite on his chest. He stopped right in front of the small albino mudokon hunters toweing over them. He glared down at the village hunters, showing a scar that ran Diagonally along his face covering his left eye. He said to hunters in a deep booming voice, "Why didn't you help sooner, even though you wouldn't have been much help." The village hunters said nothing, and just stood there staring back in awe at the brute.

[Zerox]

Cool.
I'd think hunting a rather savage predator as opposed to Meeps or something rather lesss savage wouldn't be my smartest idea, but I'm not the one writing the story.
I'm sure they had plenty of closeshaves with their Paramite prey.

[Scarbmania]

thx, these albino mudokens are much stronger and bigger than normal mudokens. And have more effective weaponary. Plus they also have armour, the paramites own hides. They also have much more Accuracy and courage.
Ill write the next chapter tomorrow. And i hope you will like the story when its finished.

[Creepy Doc]

Cool idea. And very interesting to read too. I look forward for more!

[Scarbmania]

Chapter 1 - The Conspiracy
One of the albino mudokon hunters said in a nervous voice, "sorry, we didn't think you needed any help. But if you want we can show you to our humble village." The hunters consindered the vicious paramites to be easy game, but the albino brute had already got them trembling. The brute replied, "Good, i have an offer for your chieftain." The hunters quickly went to pick up the paramite corpses, they each carried one. The brute was eager to show his strength, so he slung a large paramite over each shoulder. The hunters gazed in awe at him. After the brute made a loud coughing noise, the hunters quickly darted off to the village. The brute easily kept managed the hunters' pace. When the party arrived back at the village. All the natives stared in wonder at the large brute. The hunters laid their paramites at the said of a large hut, the brute also did the same. One of the hunters made a hand gesture to the brute, indicating him to follow. The rest of the hunters went into the large tent, which they had placed their paramites agaist, it was the armoury. The brute and hunter entered a large bone hut. In the hut was a three mudokons, one wore a large bone mask. An other a small bone crown and a necklace, while the last was large sturdy mudokon who had a large rock malet under his paramite leather belt. There was no guards in the hut. The hunter introduced himself first to the brute, he was Varki chief of the hunters. Then the mudokon wearing the bone crown and necklace introduced himself and the mudokon next to him, he was Cirjuv Chiefain of the village and the masked mudokon was Tergiki the village shaman. Finally, the mudokon with the rock mallet introduced himself as Ravrin, village bone-smith and chief of the village marauders. The four of them stared at the brute until he said in a deep voice,
" Im Grish, Slayer of the paramite lord of this region and his kin. I have lived alone on the edges of the cavern for over seven years now. And I have a proposition for you."
"What is your propositition, oh great slayer of the paramite lord and his kin." Said Ravrin sarcasticly.
"Be kind to our brave and noble guest, Tergiki has told me Grish speaks the truth." said Cirjuv in a loud but noble voice.
"Sorry, noble slayer of the paramite lord and his kin. Let me craft you a weapon that is worthy of you. It would be my honour." Said Ravrin in awe.
Grish said in his rough deep voice,"it would be my honour to have a weapon made by such a talented craftsman. And my proposition is that your village's army will help me besiege the mudokon fortress. It is through the forest and across the grassland. There is large deposits of gold and silver in the underground caves beneth it. There are also miles of spooce farms that stretch across the grasslands, you could enslave the fortress' natives and force them the harvest the spooce. Think of the profits. You could sell the spooce to the mudokon villages, or sell mudokon slaves to glukkon factory owers."
The four albino mudokon natives discussed the proposition. Finally Cirjuv said in his noble voice,
"The Village may help but what do want for your part? And do you mean we have to go through the paramite invested jungle and face a heavily defended fort? And even upon victory, wouldn't the nearby mudokon villages try to drive us out the fortress."
"Paramites. They are no threat to any of our villagers, unarmed or armed. I've seen the way Grish fights, and with his help no fortress of the lesser mudokons can stand. We are far stronger, more experienced and better equipt than those weak creatures, that call them selfs mudokons." Said Varki in a loud inspirational voice.
"I for one, will be honoured to fight along side such an awe inspiring figure. And if the time calls for it I will give my life to protect his." Said Rarvin in his deep voice.
"Thank you Rarvin but im sur that will not be necessary. All I ask for for my share is my own hut and to be the one to kill the fortress' chieftain, and to keep his head as a prize. I know of a secret passage leading into the heart of the fortress, I could lead an elite strike force through the passage and into the fortress. This would be distract the bulk of their army, making it easier for Rarvin and his marauders to assault the fortress. I would like Varki and his hunters to accompany me in the strike force." Said Grish a booming voice.
"Then it is agreed, Varki And Rarvin prepare your forces. We attack in two moons." Said Cirjuv in the deep yet noble voice of his.
Varki and Rarvin Marched out, obeying their chieftain's orders.

[Zerox]

I wasn't aware Mudokon's could be so hostile. But then again..."Lets help Iraq by blowing the living s*it out of it, yup yup!"

[E'l Scrabino]

Great Shtuffs Scarbmania!

[Scarbmania]

thx, E'l Scrabino. And Zerox these mudokons are outcast shunned by their kin. They have been waiting for the right time to take revenge upon their surface dwelling kin.

[Scarbmania]

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.

[Zerox]

Hmmm...so this spirit telling the large Mudokon of his quest, I suppose it's evil, no? As I wouldn't think a normal Mudokon god/spirit would want them to specifically kill a queen of a natural species, which other Mudokon's tend to worship.
Vrakull? So...will it look like a Paramite with Scrab appendages, as opposed to the other way round?

[Scarbmania]

Yes your correct. It is Srykull's evil counter part. You will have to wait till tomorrow for the next chapter. As it just deleted its self.And i cant get it back.

[Scarbmania]

Chapter 3 – The Grand Army
Rarvin handed the paramite bone sword to Grish and said,
“This is my greatest piece of work that I have crafted. I offer it to you so that you can smear it with the blood of our enemies. I have named it paramite bane. I hope the sword is up to expectations and that it lives up to its name, for many of those vile creatures are in tunnel network.”
Grish slashed the air a few times and then replied to the bone-smith,
“I am honoured to be the one to wield such a mighty and noble sword. And I too hope that it proves true to its name. I am eager to see its worth upon the field of battle.”
Rarvin began to smile and placed his hand upon the brute’s shoulder, which he was just barely able to reach. Then with a voice of delight he said,
“Good. Good. I am glad that my sword meets your expectations. Let us go now to the armoury and dress you like the warrior you are.”
And with that the two left the hut, leaving Tergiki and Cirjuv. They then walked towards a large paramite hide tent, which was the armoury. The two off them quickly entered the tent. There were shelves of paramite armour, paramite bone weapons and strange shields, which were made of paramite bone but were covered in the rough, thick hides of paramites. In the centre of the tent stood a weedy little albino mudokon. He wore a small loincloth and when he saw Grish and Rarvin enter he said in a weak voice,
“Ah…This must be the famous Grish, slayer of the paramite lord and its kin. And now he was the weapon the suit such a title. Now lets see if we can dress you like the heroic figure you are.”
Then the little mudokon disappeared behind some shelves. He came back with a large paramite bone chest, which he was struggling to carry. He slammed it in front of Grish and Rarvin and took out: Two paramite hide leggings, two paramite hide helm and also two of the strange shields but much larger than the ones on the shelves.
Then he handed an armour set to each Rarvin and Grish. Then he said in his weak voice,
“Here you are. The armour of chiefs, chieftains and heroes. Wear it with you two. And before I forget, Rarvin your spear is in the back I’ll just get it.”
With that the little mudokon disappeared behind the shelves again. Rarvin and Grish slowly and carefully put on their new armour. When the little mudokon returned with the spear, the two had finish putting on their armour. The little mudokon handed Rarvin a sharp, long, narrow paramite bone spear. And now that Rarvin had his weapon, the two left the tent in search of Varki. Rarvin and Grish finally found Varki; he was on the outskirts of the village. They approached Varki and he told them to but on the red paste from the bowl at his feet, which was dried paramite blood and crushed paramite bone. It made perfect warpaint. Varki then led them to a large open area where about a hundred-and-twenty marauders stood, waiting for their orders. The marauders wore; paramite hide leggings, paramite hide helms and the small strange shields. They also wielded crude paramite bone axes and were covered hand-to-toe in the red warpaint. It was a sight to behold. Rarvin went to join his marauders and give them the signal to move out. While, beside the marauders and in front of a tunnel stood a small party of about tow dozen hunters. They wore; paramite hide leggings, paramite hide vests, paramite hide gauntlets and a paramite leather ammo holder, which was full with the webbing capsules. The hunters had their strange, ingenious crossbows strapped to their back. Like the marauders the hunters had smeared their bodies with the red warpaint. Varki and Grish began to walk over to them so that they can begin the invasion.

[Matriar]

I want that sword too!

[E'l Scrabino]

I do awell!

I LOVE the story! Just like to say one thing though, It's not 'Deamon', it's 'Demon' and it's not 'Scarbs', it's 'Scrabs'.

w00t!