Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190815034318/@comment-33229352-20190818051956

"Fair enough." Orphos replied. He looked down at Ishmael and Galaxian in the pit. As much as he disliked the two of them, he was still concerned. Only a tiny, tiny bit though.

Ishmael sat down, leaning against the Bushbeast. "Where to start... so, I felt this weird energy coming from this village. Typically, it's from Bushbeasts waking up from hibernation but it felt more distressed than usual. So I came here to investigate. I remembered this Bushbeast-" he gestured to it with a hand. "-had decided to go dormant after a long life of combat. It didn't want to be bothered again, and it was content to go underground for the rest of its life. Not one I would ever expect to break that. It was tired, and it deserved to live its remaining days unbothered.

"When I got here, it was already a warzone. I tried saving who I could but... they were already gone, except for a few. All I got from them was that a man in a hyena mask came through and started to slaughter everyone. Then the ground started rumbling and the Bushbeast came out of the ground and started destroying everything even more. Something must have set it off. I tried communicating with it, but you saw how well that turned out." He laughed, but it was without humor.