[center][b][u]Grievous Findings[/b][/u][/center]

As Toric made his way through the trees he began to hear faint voices. He ducked lower, almost like a wolf, keeping low to the ground and observing his surroundings. He began to draw closer, the voices grew louder, and soon enough he could smell something foul being roasted over a fire. The voices were those of the [i]crog[/i], a putrid race of troll-like creatures often aligned with the Iceni from the Icelands. He observed at least six: five around the fire and at least one within the makeshift tent not to far away from the fire. Tied up to a nearby tree-stump was a sickly looking beast, horse-like but with slimy, organic skin, anticipating the meal roasting over the fire.

What caught Toric's eyes afterwards was something horrific. The bloody bones, scraps, and organs of what appeared to be humans! They had been slaughtered! And [i]eaten![/i]

By that point Toric's muscles began to quiver with rage. All he could think of was Lily and the possibility that she was one of the half-eaten individuals now strewn around the area. He blocked the thought of it and channeled his rage into a battle cry.

The crogs began looking around frantically for the source, scrambling to their feet and grabbing their weapons. They hissed and growled as they laid their eyes upon the charging warrior. The five crogs quickly scampered towards him.

Upon closing in, Toric bashed through the crowd of enemies shield first. A few of them went stumbling back. A quick slash, a thrust, and a spinning hack quickly wounded and then beheaded one of the crogs. Sparks flew as metal scrubbed up against metal. His heart raced and his blood boiled, but he made quick work of these savages. By the time he withdrew his blade from the final crogs throat he caught the sight of the bulkier crog, now mounted atop the beast...