[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] A couple of feet away from Ntaj's tent, inside the adventurer's campsite
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Roaring for battle[/center]

Ntaj's watch went by uneventfully though he couldn't help but still be restless. Was he scared or was he excited? It was a bit of both. Truth be told, it has been some time since Ntaj actually had to draw blood. He's been robbed at sword point a few times and he certainly has been hunting a lot, but the former usually ran away the moment he showed himself a competent warrior and the latter was just sport. They weren't true fights. But the undead, they would not be scared off at his swordplay. And unlike animals, they would kill him regardless if they are alone out outnumber him. He was eager to finally get a fight but was scared that he hasn't kept his skills sharp. Either way when his hour was up he went to wake up Satilla (who fortunately did not see his naked body in the darkness, probably) and went to sleep.

But as he rested Ntaj's unease made him restless, dipping in and out of sleep. Half the time he opened his eyes and he'd only see the camp, and the other half he would witness bizarre events going on that he was almost certain he was dreaming. Bright colorful images or scenes of horrific tragedies unfolded and vanished from his eyes like dust in the wind. And just as Ntaj thought he was going to finally get taken by sleep, he heard a shrill scream from the darkness.

He didn't even process what the scream said or what it was about when he exploded from his tent. He had grabbed his Choppa, which had always been nearby, and randomly took something else from his tent as he got out. Fortunately he had found his shield, which would give him ample protection against whatever threat had arrived. And once his eyes adjusted to the darkness and looked at the scene, he knew they were under attack. Satilla was screaming that the undead had arrived, and sure enough there were skeletons in the camp. Sana, Kyra, and their animal companions were already fighting back. Activating his primal rage, Ntaj called forth his inner spirit beast to bless him for the coming violence. And before Ntaj would join the fray, he roared loudly, louder then Satilla had, a familiar cry that all orcs should recognize.

[h3][color=a2d39c]"WAAAAAAARGH!"[/color][/h3]