((OOC: Setting this one up so we can start planning missions for the great Uf. Instincts tell me we will do more harm than good if we all act on our own. This thread is totally open to anyone taking part in the Great Uf story arc, and any follow ups. Lord Grimaldus you are not invited to join our discussion, nobody likes you.)
Dargor of Kag’Tla had come alone. He was charged to help the tribal council scout out the hairless threat. He personally didn’t agree with Mama Rapi’gog. The Bruskti were shunned for good reason, but her wisdom had seen the family grow and prosper. He thought fondly of his new daughter. He had wanted to bring her, show her how to be a true Bruskt, but Mama Rapigog had ruled against it. The mission was too dangerous, but any gear he pillaged he could give his wee one first before offering to the family.
He was dressed in black nightmare hide armor that resembled shark skin to the touch and made him smell slightly of fish. his fur was died a dark shade of green with hints of black. He wore a purple bandana artificed with shadow leyas to protect him against energy attacks. His trusty springshot, an Uth shot and part of a trade that armed the family well, was at his side, as was his serrated and ragged cutlass. In his pack smoked fish, precious water, and a cloak, balaclava, and a pair of tinted goggles that he won from an Unen Pirate in a game of dice.
he waited for the others, “Go as a group so you don’t trip over he each other. You a pretty boy Dargor, don’t ruin it with a hoof mark on yer face.” Mama Rapigog had told him.