A Klingon Warrior

[Jalal]

Last night after a generous helping of Prune Juice I entered a deep sleep and I dreamt of the Klingon afterlife. I was on a barge, The Barge of the Dead captained by none other than Kortar the treachorous vermin who slayed the gods who created him and was condemned to ferry the dishonored to Gre'thor as a punishment.

Why was I on this barge? I am a warrior worthy of Sto-vo-kor, where Kahless awaits my blade and yet after all the warriors and greats I have slayed in battle he has foreseen this as my future? I looked up at the rust tinted sky and bellowed. I could hear the other Peta'qs laughing, perhaps they accepted their fates and the shame descending on their houses but then I heard in the distance my name being whispered..male and female voices calling my name, listing my victories praising my strength and nobility.

I was not so easily fooled, it was the treacherous Kos'karii wanting me to leave the boat and be dragged into the water but they were fools with no honour thinking they could trick Worf son of Mogh and then in the corner of my eye just for a split second I almost thought I glimpsed an image of Kahless nodding at me and it was then I understood, Kahless had imprinted this dream and given me my task and that is to kill the Kos'karii for only by killing them can I enter Sto-vo-kor and fight an eternal battle against great enemies.

Kos'karii it has started and it ends with your destruction.

FOR STO-VO-KOR

[Jalal]

Worf Son of Mogh crept through the dense jungle on the outskirts of Wiksik, silently he unsheathed his Bat'leth with his left hand and returned his tattered brown stained map into his leather satchel. In the distance he viewed a gloomy stone building and he heard their whispers.

"Kos'karii" he murmured steathily he moved towards it.

You step inside.
You say “I sense the Kos'karii”
You say “They reside in this hut festering before entering the Klingon spirit world”
You swing the jolly jack o'lantern around.
The jack o'lantern succeeds in warding off 1 spirits.
You say “You protect the Kos'karii then we meet in battle ”
You say “Worf goes to leave then grins at Jahnam Nehkan”
You say “He steps towards him and erupting a roar backhands Jahnam who lifts in the air and smashes into the bookcases”
You say “Old dusty heavy books fall onto Jahnam as he moans in pain”
You say “Worf steps back and turns to Anthor”
You say “You are a warrior ”
You say “You stand with those that protect the Kos'karii?”
You say “I would not want to strike you down in battle but I will ”
You say “Worf glares at the others and steps outside

[Maj. Arcana]

Ka'plah noble warrior!

I think the HQ of the Kos'karii is in Derby. Join me in battle and we will drink blood wine 2309 over their quivering headless corpses.

Joe (wearing a klingon suit)

[Jalal]

Worf Son of Mogh smelt the bloodlust as he neared Derby Bat'leth clenched tight.

He had stalked his prey and found them in a bar awaiting the release of his blade and their soul.

He knelt in the undergrowth a grin etched on his face waiting for his moment to pounce, today would be a good day to die he thought to himself. Suddenly in the distance Worf heard a signal he had feared, a parrot perhaps 50 metres away squawked a coded message and it could have only come from Chief Joe.

The attack was off.

Stunned and angry at the loss of spilling blood Worf could do only one thing enter their stronghold and stand tall and proud as a warrior should.

Perhaps they serve Prune Juice?

[Maj. Arcana]

Dum-Dum-DUM!