|Fool!|
The Voice rumbled behind Cub's eyes as measured hooves pummeled him awake.

Though hazy from the crash, the large Orc knew instantly the Beast of Burden looming above him to be Shavie. How had he escaped the bilge? How had he even [i]survived[/i]? Cub's only answer was another swift kick to the sternum.

|Did I not tell you to hunt the Moon Shadow? You left the Breton untested and look where it has gotten you!|
The Voice rumbled again, the Orc's massive skull threatening to split at the seams as he lifted himself to his feet. His whole body ached and his ears rang though whether that was from the crash or simply Hravlar's grog Cub's couldn't tell. His mouth too parched of sand and brine to speak he nodded weakly to the creature before him. Shavie remained stoic as Cub limped closer and pulled forth the Dagger from his saddlebag and nodded again dazedly.

|It seems we have an understanding then. Good.|
The Voice cooed as Cub felt the world darken around him once more.

|Now, sleep my harbinger. For tonight you hunt!|
With a last faint nod, the large Orc tumbled to the ground and blacked out once more.
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 "SCORPIONS!"

Cub woke with a start, leaping to his feet...leaping? Cub stared down for a moment confused. He didn't feel any of the soreness he had before, face down in the sand on this...jungle? Had he not been a beach earlier? Admittedly he wasn't quite up for sight seeing but he distinctly remembered Shavie...where was Shavie? Had it been a dream...?

"Dozens, at least!"

Snapping back to himself, Cub reached for his hammer and drew...nothing. Of course! Harding had him tie his belongings to the mast! Thrice-damned a lot of good that did him now! The only thing she hadn't talked him out of was his helmet and boots though his blacksmith trousers defended little more than his modesty. A glint in the undergrowth caught Cub's eye as he moved to help his friends; the Dagger. "So, it wasn't a dream..." thinking aloud, Cub scooped the Silver Dagger though he wasn't sure how he planned to help anyone without his equipment. He was useless on his own.

Prey.

Just as he crested a fallen log, an especially large scorpion scuttled from the darkness 'neath the night time canopy, its body longer and wider than any man. Without thinking, Cub's powerful legs bounded him off the log and onto the beast's back. "What the hell am doing?! What-woah!" Stunned both by his own actions and the quickness of the primal beast, Cub narily avoided a stinger to his spine.

"Shit! Woah! Waooohhhh, Nelly!" The Scorpion bucked and clacked its pincers trying to rid itself of its unwelcome guest, several more attempts with its stinger haphazardly dodged as Cub tried desperately to stay on. "Shi-i-i-it!" Clasping his muscular thighs around the insectoid's sides as it twisted about, Cub's lefthand shackle clinked and chattered against the Scorpion's natural plating.

With a flash of inspiration, Cub swung the chain beneath the creature and caught it in his right hand to act as reins. He still had to worry about that nine-damned stinger but at least now he could steer the fuckin' bug. "Wooah, onward noble stee-eeed!" Pressing his large body close enough to the exoskeleton for his nipples to chafe, Cub managed to avoid the wild stinger, if only long enough to drive it toward the source of the shouting.

"Hravvvv-laaa-aar! This is why-y-y I don't driii-iink!"