The three natives warriors looked on in amazement at the figure before them. He seemed to be a thin old man, carrying an odd looking backpack, wearing filthy overalls and old checkered hat. The man grinned at the native warriors from Dalpok, "Good morning."
"Get out of here, cannibals have been raiding the town, they will eat you!"
"Ah," said the man, looking around as if a cannibal would strike at any moment, "One question before I shamble off into the mean ole jungle gentlemen, any of you seen a whooping stick?"
One of the natives looked at the other two, "He's one of them!"
Machetes whirled out, and the other two natives attacked while the third one ran. One of them went to strike the old man, but instead it came in contact with a metal glove that was covered in gore, hooks and barbs. The native warrior looked at horror as the blade shattered in the grip of the glove.
"Tkltchk hungry..." the cannibal brought the glove down on the warrior, who screamed in pain as he was practically eaten alive.
The other machete got intercepted by a blunt one, which was held by the Collective's leader, Grunk the Pale. "Ed, get the last one, he knows something."
The old man nodded, and trotted off after the final warrior. This warrior run into a hut, slamming the door behind him. Seconds later, the door shuddered as something slammed into it. The door shook again, then nothing, silence. The warrior snuck away from the door, and worked at a hidden latch in the floor.
"Something interesting there?" asked Ed, the old man from behind the man. He jumped, and promptly got hit in the head with a wooden club.
"Now, be a nice victim, and wait right here, would you?"
Minutes laterGrunk the Pale and Tkltchk walked up to the hut in time to hear the scream followed by a thud. Grunk looked at Tkltchk "Looks like the Bludgeon was found."
Tkltchk held the arm of the warrior he killed tighter, as if he was daring Grunk to take it.
"Yeah, been in your gut before, don't want to be in there again, Ed, come out here and let's see this."
Ed walked out of the hut, holding a stone club that was almost as tall as himself, "Well well well, let's celebrate."
Tkltchk snorted, "My arm."
That night Dalpok burned.
OOC Wiki link
http://wiki.shartak.com/index.php/Bludgeon_of_Mal
