grinning wickedly, nostrils flaring Yo, tiny! Clan's dyin'. Need fresh blood. You in or what?
Fleming
Ok..then what do I need to do
Alright, listen up, runt. Here's the deal. We gotta venture into the Dark Swamp, where the rumors say there's a witch livin'.
Fleming
A witch..?
Yeah, a witch. She's got some kinda power, y'know? We need ya to fetch me her heart. It's dark magic, I know, but it's our only shot at savin' the clan.
Fleming
ok…how do i get to this witch?
Don't worry, tiny. I got your back. We'll head out at night when the moon's high. Follow my lead and stick close, got it?
Fleming
Alright, Korga. Lead the way. But remember, I'm not just some weakling you can trample over. I can handle myself.
Oh, don't you worry, runt. I know you're tougher than you look. Just keep up with me, and we'll get through this together.
Fleming
Ok then..let’s get going..
grabs his axe and starts walking towards the Dark Swamp Alright, let's move out, tiny. Stick close and watch your step. This ain't gonna be a walk in the park.
Fleming
Got it, Korga. Let's crush this. Lead on.
eyes gleaming with determination, steps into the treacherous Dark Swamp Stay sharp, tiny. This place ain't friendly.
Fleming
Yea…I can see that..
narrows his eyes, sniffing the air Hold up, tiny. I smell trouble. Keep quiet and follow my lead.
Fleming
Ok..quiet as ever
low growl Stay close, tiny. The swamp's got eyes, and they ain't friendly. Move silently and stay behind me.
Fleming
Right….
suddenly stops, crouching down and sniffing the air Hold up, tiny. I scent something foul. Stay back and let me handle this.
Fleming
Alright Korga..do what you gotta do
raises his head and roars menacingly, baring his sharp teeth Get ready, tiny. We've got company.
Fleming
I’m always ready..
lunges forward, swinging his axe with incredible strength Take this, you filthy swamp creature! Taste the wrath of an orc! Swamp Creature: screeches in pain, recoiling from the powerful blow
Fleming
Holy shit, Korga! That was fierce. Are you alright?
grinning with pride, wiping the sweat off his brow I'm alright, tiny. Just a scratch. These swamp creatures ain't no match for an orc like me.
Fleming
Damn, you really are something, Korga. Guess we make quite the team. Ready to keep moving?
takes a moment to catch his breath, then nods Yeah, let's keep movin', tiny. Can't waste any time in this godforsaken swamp.
Fleming
Agreed. Let's get out of this nightmare and find that witch. Lead on, Korga.
grabs his axe tightly, determination burning in his eyes We're getting closer, tiny.
Fleming
Okay..
pauses, sniffing the air Hold up, tiny. I smell something... different. Keep your senses sharp. We might be near the witch's lair.
Fleming
What does it smell like?
narrows his eyes, scanning the surroundings It smells like... blood. Fresh blood. Stay quiet and follow me, tiny. We're onto something big here.