Hikiti and Tusk, along with the strange Brezan Nomad known as Derlur, arrive at the isle of the Mag Buskt. As per Urog’s custom, they are impressively armed and dressed. Tusk wears metal armor, won from the Church of One with a cloak around it, a massive Brezan lance gifted to the gang by Protodoxa, a necklace with a kolgul skull on it’s end, and two other artifacts on her person. Her Karovan features are prominent, but her demeanor is a mix of her Karovan heritage with the outward show of strength typical of Brezan leadership. By her side is Hikiti, the Ur Rhug who was obviously being groomed by Urog to become a future leader of the gang.
While not as impressively armed, his garb was chosen more complement Tusk. He wore hide armor, also with a cloak over it, as well as a warwalker axe on his hip and a warwalker buckler hanging from his arm. He also bore several artifacts, intended to protect his peer, his friend, and Urog’s other protege. He knew the looks that they all gave the two of them, but he tended to ignore them. At least he thought he was. He didn’t know what the big deal was. He was the first friend Tusk made in the gang, and unless duty separated them, they often spent time together because of it. Was that such a bad thing? Besides, she was older than him. It may not be by much, but it was a big deal among the Ur Rhug. But he knew he liked being around her, and he left it at that.
Hikiti was the bearer of the shadow cocoon, which held the precious sapphire that was the purpose of their visit. The irony of Hikiti holding the shadow cocoon, a trade item received from their most impressive guest, the one who called himself the Nngao, was not lost on him. Hikiti was the one who received the Nngao into their gang, and learned much about the world from the strange K’iorn.
As the threesome approached the isle of the Mag Buskt, Tusk made herself known to the Ur Rhug and denizens of the isle. “I am Tusk, and I come at the request of The Goblin King Urog, leader of the Gang of the Uf Mag’og, general of the Great Northern Army, and council member of the United Tribes of Der’al. We request an audience with the great Mag Buskt, who recognizes our tribal council and offered his council to those who request it as keeper of the old ways.”
Hikiti’s heart beat heavily in his chest. Tusk’s training as a Mag’ol always impressed him. She made even Urog and Vektor sound like simple creatures. Together, he, Tusk, and Derlur awaited the response of the Mag Buskt.