Ju'Kul rose his hand and waved the guards aside. They grit their teeth, but reluctantly stepped out of Kul's path and let the two men proceed further inward. A few Lok'Sha, familiar faces in the [i]Deeper Tunnels[/i], scurried past the two men and down into the tunnel that led back towards their home. Ju'Kul didn't notice them pass through the Kul Campsite earlier. Had they been outside the Deeper tunnels for some time? He shrugged it off as nothing as the two cradled supplies near their chest or under their arms, and proceeded past the Wor Tribe's guards. Ju'Kul Motioned to Za'Kul with his shoulder. '[i]Come[/i]'. They were officially knee-deep in the wretched atmosphere of the Wor Tribe.

	The main cavern was similar to Kul's Hearth site. But rather than lining only the edges of the cavern, camps and forges were littered throughout the entire breadth of the cave. Ladders and stairwells led up towards the wooden paths, where despite the limited support, several more forges and campsites were dug into the walls. It was like the entire cavern was alive with sheer energy, a polar opposite to the dank and lifeless darkness of the Kul Tribe's residing. Even in the darkness of the underground, Wor had something that made their cavern feel as if it were lit by an undying flame.

	"Keep weapons sheathed," Ju'Kul said softly, leaning towards Za'Kul as they made their way past a few merchant stalls, "You here to [b]speak[/b] for your father, not fight for him. Hi'Wor will hope for conflict, this I will not doubt." They neared a tent that was larger than all the rest, with white wooden logs making up its supports and curling around each other near the top. "He will use big words and make big actions." Ju'Kul looked up at the wooden pathways above them as he spoke now. Several Lok'Sha were glaring down at the darker-skinned Low-born as if they were [i]intruders.[/i] Among the crowds however, there were other dark-skins that looked at them with fear and sadness painted across their faces. The fact that the Wor Tribe allowed so many from the Deeper tunnels into their caverns was a curious site. Although still outnumbered by others, they stuck out like [i]sore thumbs, [/i]granting them disgusted glares in the exact same fashion that befell Za'Kul and Ju'Kul. "Many here wish for conflict with the deeper Lok'Sha. They let us up not out of kindness. It is a [i]trap.[/i]"

	Ju'Kul approached the tent's entrance and casually lifted the clothed veil, beckoning Za'Kul to enter first. Inside, Hi'Wor could be seen with his fists raised high. He was facing another Lok'Sha, one much [i]bigger[/i] than he was, in unarmed combat with a few of his most trusted tribe-mates watching from the edges of his tent. A Circle in the dirt kept the two fighters contained, but rarely did Hi'Wor heed its limits.

	"The Wor draw a circle with their words," Ju'Kul whispered. He nodded to Za'Kul solemnly, and gestured with a greater warning.

	[i]'Do not step in it'[/i]

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[i]Earlier in the Day, 5:10 AM[/i]
Smor'Gen'Blok, Lu'Li'Po's Tent atop the Lok'Tri'Sha'Ra[/center]

	Wor'Boa had made his way through the great Shaka Plateau after a few days of travel through the full scope of Smor'Gen'Blok's [b]High and Higher Tunnels.[/b] The off-Color Lok'Sha put him on edge during his travels. Glares from the bright-skins pierced the chieftain's rock hard demeanor like spears. Wherever he walked, there was silence. But it wasn't because of his skin tone or his tribe.

	It was because they knew who he was.

	It was rare for even the high Tribes to step foot in the presence of greater Chieftains, let alone the holy Trident of Ruliman's highest peaks, the Lok'Tri'Sha'ra. But Wor'Boa had been here once before, to serve his previous Warlord [i]and dear friend[/i] Koal'O. This had been long before the Wor tribe had grown to what it is now, defiled to no more than a rumor for those who did not witness his deeds first hand. Those who remembered his face, [i]that wretched scar across his abdomen,[/i] [b]his dreadful blood-stained hair[/b], his orders as Koal'O's [i]foremost general...[/i] They looked at him with nothing but contempt. They saw him as a threat to the current Warchief's ideology and the balance of Smor'Gen'Blok's new reign. A monstrous cretin. And why wouldn't they? If Koal'O had not been so dedicated to preserving Rajaka's blessings, Wor'Boa may have very well lead the berserker clan to its very [i]extinction.[/i] Wor'Boa saw it differently though. In his mind, it was Koal'O's cowardice that prevented the Lok'Sha from exterminating the Paladin order once and for all. 

	Ever since the end of the last great war, the chieftain of the Wor Tribe had sworn to avenge not only the death of his friend, but the death of his ideology, the very ideology that made Lok'Sha [i]who they were. [/i]But It had been over a century since the fall of Koal'O. War'Boa was nearing the end of his own life span quickly, despite already reaching a much higher age than most Lok'Sha in the entirety of Smor'Gen'Blok. He has failed to reach Lu'Li'Po or the great tribes time and time again after his deeds. But that's exactly why he stood here today. Wor'Boa had spent a century growing his [i]army[/i] to an incomprehensible size among the high Tribes. Now, after three decades of trying to earn a meet with Lu'Li'Po, we was finally granted with the chance to see his new Warchief face to face.

	After so many years of terrorizing the Lower Tunnels, word had finally reached Lu'Li'Po's ears. Word of a Tribe that had grown to number in the tens of thousands, large enough to oppress a fair potion of the Deeper Tunnels. The Wor'Boa were not the largest collection of Lok'Sha, but from what the Warchief could gather with her reliable aids that scurried through the tunnels, they were by far one of the most [i]aggressive.[/i] Even the Great Shaka who show disagreement with their Warchief's new dogma, have reason to fear what Wor'Boa's people may bring to their people as a whole.

	Wor'Boa was escorted into the [b]Grand War Tent[/b] by several men. Lu'Li'Po's right hand commander, [b]Mo'Rasha'Ka[/b], was present inside of her tent when the Wor Chieftain arrived. Other figures of [i]legend[/i] looked down on Wor'Boa as he arrived as well. The current head of the Berserker temple, [b]Ovor'Pella[/b]. Head of intelligence, [b]Yvo'O.[/b] Several Generals of the [b]High Armies,[/b] including [b]Jo'O[/b], [b]Mei'Shaka,[/b] and [b]Nil'Noa'Ji[/b]. The tented off enclosure that he'd walked into was filled to the brim with [i]Smor'Gen'Blok's most powerful monsters.[/i]

	"I am to understand that you've been busy, Wor'Boa," Lu'Li'Po announced loudly, speaking with refinement that was even befitting of a [i]human[/i] official.

	"Wor have been very busy indeed, War[b]lord[/b]. Very busy," Wor'Boa grunted. Lu'Li'Po cringed at his archaic title. The two glared at each other with a rare intensity, the type that sparked between rivals who would seek out the title of [i]Warlord.[/i] Wor'Boa finally broke the tension with a smile that crept out from behind his dangerously arrogant expression. Lu'Li'Po narrowed her eyes in response.

	"I have [i]several[/i] things that I wish to speak to you about."

	"Overjoyed, I am," He chuckled, "I have waited a very long time to exchange words with you, after all."