The Matoran slave walked through the busy camp, every now and then checking if the brawny Vortixx was still following her. After a few times Dartakh growled "Just keep going, I won't leave you". The Matoran looked at his eyes for a short moment, but quickly turned around and moved onward, no longer glancing behind her. A pair of drunk Skakdi yelled something at her in their brutish language when she walked by, and burst out laughing afterwards. The slave quickened her pace. When Dartakh passed by the pair of drunkards, one of them asked him with a very foreign accent, his large mouth twisted into a drunken, amused grin: "Have forgotten to feed your slave, you? Brahahah, good still looks, she, I'd #****# her if give chance, you." His friend…Read more >
The once bustling town of Dur Ammu was now quiet, its gates closed and vigilant guardsmen patrolling on the high stone walls of the town, for a hostile army had encamped a mere kio away. The camp was inhabited by Matoran militia, servants and slaves, Lesterin warriors, Skakdi and Vortixx mercenaries and even a few Dangi. It was midday, and the camp was bustling with activity, for an assault on the walls of the town had been planned for the next day. One Vortixx was making his way through the busy labyrinth of tents, trying to find the leader of the army. His name was Dartakh.
The Vortixx had dark blue and black skin, broad shoulders and strong muscles. He wore a shining cuirass made out of bronze scales and a protosteel helmet on his head. …Read more >