[center][sup]The Rise of Kul[/sup][/center]
[center]Smor’Gen’Blok[/center]
[center]Hi'Wor Hearthstone Site[/center]
[center]10:16 a.m.[/center]

With his life, Za’Kul escaped. Had Ju’Kul not warned him to the peril, he would have ended up in the same ditch Hi’Wor was in. Much as he loeathed Hi’Wor, an endless plummet into the unknown was a fate he wished on no one. No thought of trying to save Hi’Wor ever crossed his mind, though. Scattered Lok’Sha everywhere, Za’Kul soon joined their number in tow behind Ju’Kul.

As he clambered in steed of Ju’Kul, he bumped into a young Lok’Sha and what appeared to be an elderly grandfather. Her grandfather had gotten trapped between a falling rock, nearly flattened beneath it. Za’Kul heard the wails,

“Help! Help!” Wor’Da’Li cried, Za’Kul paused. The tunnels continued their collapse; his hate for the High Wor tribe resisted a similar fate. Lok’Sha were only ever rewarded for their sacrifice in battle, not for aiding enemies. What difference would Za’Kul’s heroics make? It would give him no great name, no prestige for his clan; that it was the ‘right’ thing to do mattered not. The only right was made by blade in Smor’Gen’Blok.

Still, something inside him relented.

“Ju’Kul, go! Make sure no other collapse! Find pa!” a crash. Za’Kul was separated from Ju’Kul; he, Wor’Da’Li and Ko’Da’Wor, her grandfather, and a host of other Wor Lok’Sha were cut off from the fleeing parties. Would time be gracious to them?