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[Color=green][b]Time:[/b][/color] Afternoon
[Color=green][b]Location:[/b][/color] Wilds southwest of Flower Fairy Kingdom
[Color=green][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] None.[/center]

Skar's horde continued their march southward, avoiding villages, but also taking, robbing, and killing any unlucky wanderer they came across in the wilderness. They stuck to the worn trails that nature aimed to take back, covered in vines and patches of long grown weeds. 

There were no more solar boxes uncovered, which meant that information gathering was simply whatever they came across through interrogation or the pocket litter of the unlucky folk.

It was a sudden loud rustling in the brush ahead that caused the large group to halt and draw their weapons. Skar took aim with a newly crafted bow and arrows gifted to her by a group of goblins aiming rise in status from the gesture. To the average sized humanoid, the draw strength needed was near impossible and arrows themselves were comparable to miniature spears than actually arrows in size.

[Color=green]"Show yourself!"[/color] Skar shouted. The brush ahead became still before a large orc male wearing crimson red leather stepped out with both hands up and a hardened look on his face. Upon seeing Skar's horde clearly, he grinned slightly.

[Color=coral]"Oi! Lookie here! I found me some brethren… well sorta I guess. Gotta odd group actually... Mostly green skins an' some bug wing slaves."[/color] The orc kept his hands up to appear as least threatening as possible while he scoped out the large group. He was trying to identify who or what they were, but Skar was way ahead of him. An orc wearing crimson leather and his ability to speak in these parts meant he was a member of the Bloodfang Clan. 

In the past Skar remembered her previous clan, the Diamond Heart Clan holding back many attacks from their raiding parties. The Bloodfang used strange tactics that were often effective against her people. Skar was not a fan, but her Warpact would not exist if she had not taken the idea of leading a group of different kinds of creatures from them. 

[Color=green]"Bloodfang! Move from Skar path or die in Skar path! Not in mood for talk!"[/color] Skar had wanted to reach the desert without coming into contact with the vicious orc clan, rumored to be more formidable than the Northern Clan of Orc Landing, The Unbroken.

[Color=coral]"Whoa! Whoa there, Skar... Skar? Now that'sa name![/color] He nodded before letting out a quick whistling sound. [color=coral]"Well Skar, [i]we[/i] do wanna talk... Talk about ya riffraff stompin' allover our territory!"[/color] The orc kept his demeanor calm, but only because figures crept out from the treeline. Not from just the front either. When she glanced around, she found that she was not only surrounded, but possibly outnumbered as well. [Color=coral]"You Diamond Hearts only ever listen when there's a blade at ya throat… But you ain't a Diamond Heart are ya, Outcast."[/color]