Skrug was bloodied, and bruised. His staff had hairline cracks down its shaft after the repeated strikes on the animated piles of rocks.
It had been many moons since he last stood in the doorway to Shame. Something was different, the earth seemed harder... things were not as they used to be, but that seemed to be the case across the uzg. The old days were gone, and but a memory.
“Dis amb skah!” He said aloud. “Wut amb dis mojo?” Something tugged at his mind, and he felt it drawn into the depths of the black cavern. What caused this change to what was once a training ground, a place for new gruntees to test their mettle.
“Amb dis de will ob de buurz’ash? Amb de uzg chaynged su muj? Amb dis owr new tezt ob clog?” His memory of the uruckus was fuzzy. It was all so long ago. Clog. Might makes right. The way of the womp’r.... “Clog....” he nodded and set forth back to camp
SKRUG
It had been many moons since he last stood in the doorway to Shame. Something was different, the earth seemed harder... things were not as they used to be, but that seemed to be the case across the uzg. The old days were gone, and but a memory.
“Dis amb skah!” He said aloud. “Wut amb dis mojo?” Something tugged at his mind, and he felt it drawn into the depths of the black cavern. What caused this change to what was once a training ground, a place for new gruntees to test their mettle.
“Amb dis de will ob de buurz’ash? Amb de uzg chaynged su muj? Amb dis owr new tezt ob clog?” His memory of the uruckus was fuzzy. It was all so long ago. Clog. Might makes right. The way of the womp’r.... “Clog....” he nodded and set forth back to camp

SKRUG