Post by Nem Yin on Oct 18, 2022 6:42:13 GMT -8
Standing like two cave trolls at the entrance to the underworld, were two broad shouldered massassi warriors, garbed in loincloths and whatever random scraps of leather armour they had managed to strap to their red scaly bodies, stood guard outside the tomb. Each carried a club that had been crafted from a terentatek femur, yellowed with age and coated in a crusty layer of gore from those they had been used upon. Hot steaming breath blew from their panting mouths as they faithfully performed their duty, bound by bred loyalty to their cruel Sith masters.
A noise of tumbling rocks sounded from the top of the archway behind them, drawing their attention. Both ogre-like massassi turned their heads and looked up, exposing their long necks just as the sharpened shell of a nang-hul, known as a razor bug, flew passed and slit opened their necks in red welter of spilt vitae. Dropping their clubs, they put their large clawed hands to their necks, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood. Lifeless corpses hit the ground moments later as the remainder of their blood poured out across the entrance. Erhorn dropped down from his perch above the archway, landing on his toes in the pool of blood as his knees bent, absorbing the kinetic force of the fall. Connack and Keiran emerged from the storm, with the latter catching the nang-hul as it whizzed across the air and came back to his palm.
Stepping over the bodies, the three headed into the tomb with murder gleaming in their mqaaq'it.
A noise of tumbling rocks sounded from the top of the archway behind them, drawing their attention. Both ogre-like massassi turned their heads and looked up, exposing their long necks just as the sharpened shell of a nang-hul, known as a razor bug, flew passed and slit opened their necks in red welter of spilt vitae. Dropping their clubs, they put their large clawed hands to their necks, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood. Lifeless corpses hit the ground moments later as the remainder of their blood poured out across the entrance. Erhorn dropped down from his perch above the archway, landing on his toes in the pool of blood as his knees bent, absorbing the kinetic force of the fall. Connack and Keiran emerged from the storm, with the latter catching the nang-hul as it whizzed across the air and came back to his palm.
Stepping over the bodies, the three headed into the tomb with murder gleaming in their mqaaq'it.