[center][sup]The Rise of Kul[/sup][/center]
[center]Smor’Gen’Blok[/center]

Wor’Da’Li was falling, Za’Kul could not stop to rescue her [i]and[/i] try and save himself. A hearty and heavy sacrifice he would learn from if he got out alive. One had to take risks, whether or not these risks payed off were what differentiated warriors from cowards, and apparently the youthful and wishing like Za’Kul from the wont wisdom of Ja’Kul who fled.

In his path were a crowd of Lok’Sha. Wor survivors at that. Now, he had to think quick on his feet as the Hearth site was collapsing rapid around him.

“You not like darkskins, but darkskins only help. Gave workers, gave tools. You stop me, but then stop rest  of yours from getting out.” more Wor were scattering, some who had taken Za’Kul’s idea and headed for the nearest tunnel.

“Kul low, but not enemy. Wor live on but will be small,” it was their [i]entire[/i] home collapsing; not just some section of it. Thousands of Wor had or were going to lose their lives here today, and would be reduced to little less than a meandering clan, now devoid of their leader’s son [i]and[/i] with no idea of where their leader was, “Wor going to need Kul help if Wor want to stay alive. Kul know low and high tunnels. Kul have protection still.”

There were no lies this time. He only hoped they bit his bait; he had plans for himself and these remaining Wor if he could convince them to put aside their differences with his kind and his tribe for but a moment.