Romans & histoires Krogan Without Armor

I’m hoping that it’s actually from the rogues and not his. Kylo is a massive wolf. Not as big as Kage, but almost. And while Kage was an all dark gray wolf, Kylo was more of a mix of colors – gray, brown, and white. Kylo whimpered as the rogue behind his back managed to bite his neck and I writhe behind the tree out of worry and panic. Shit! I need to help him! I hated seeing him like this. This is the worst attack out of everything we’ve encountered. The rogues were clearly not just passersby, but they were bloodthirsty. Their eyes were looking everywhere like they were on something, too.

Indeed, if it could help me make the pack understand that I was worthy of standing next to Alex, I was ready to risk his anger. “But…” the protest died on his lips the moment he looked into my eyes. Soon, 4 rogues appeared, one of which was in human form. His eyes were unfocused, and his appearance was disheveled more than I could possibly put into words. He looked like a homeless person who might be hanging onto the last thread of sanity… I would have been put off by the sight had it been something else. But the blood of warriors flowed in my veins, and soon enough, fighting ensued… During the fight, I could swear they weren’t giving it their all, for it was all too easy.

He just kept coming. Another came at me fast. I barely blocked his claw with my forearm and spun to kick him in the back. He stumbled, but didn’t go down. I slashed his throat—and he still tried to crawl toward me. “What the hell are these things?” I growled. My team fought fiercely, but these rogues weren’t normal. They were faster. Stronger. They didn’t bleed like normal wolves. They didn’t scream when cut. One of my warriors went down with a cry. I saw blood spray across the ground.

Krona stammered perplexed on how this boy happened to appear from what seemed nowhere. “He scaled the bloody wall!” Gravland chimed in. Another two COG's attacked, both Drykator and Krona blocked with their shields, slashed with their swords and kicked their feet from under them, both COG stumbled, tripped and fell from the ledge. Krona breathed heavily, spitting blood from a cut on his lip “Who are you?” he exclaimed. Drykator not taking his eyes from the army, spoke smoothly and evenly “I am Drykator Epsonstar, son of Durroc Epsonstar”

When the guard let the chain fall, the weight of it pulled a soft clank out of the metal, a sound that seemed too small for a hall this size. Rogues crowded the perimeter like carrion birds waiting for meat to stop twitching. Their armor was a patchwork of scavenged plates, dented greaves, leather stiff with old blood. Torchlight picked out feral eyes and teeth gone too long without a civilized table. They stank of wet fur, of old smoke, of impatience.

I must have been frozen in place til that moment because I am snapped back to reality as I rush forward seeing the others are already engaging with the rogues. I shift without thought and stand over her just as I watch her shift back to human form. I train my warriors hard and they are some of the most skilled but watching how efficiently the 3 warriors of the Guardian Pack are taking out the Rogues is astonishing. These rogues don’t look like the normal rogues that I have dealt with in the past. If possible they seem dirtier than normal and more savage with their eyes looking crazed and almost completely black. Within 5 minutes the rogues are either decapitated or missing their hearts.

“Tresspasser over here! Tresspasser over here!” Out of nowhere, guards sprang out of the snowy bushes, the frozen trees, the tall icy grasses. I didn’t notice them earlier nor picked up their scent. It seems they blended with the snow-white fur cloaks that they wore. I was probably too preoccupied by the river to check my surroundings. “Please. I didn’t do anything!” I explained, lifting my hands open to the air. “You did!” The one in front of me growled. He’s wearing an armor with a black-and-gold insignia. I know that symbol. I’ve seen that before. “You’ve trespassed the Blackwind Pack territory, Rogue.”

They were huddled together around the campfire, looking up at the shattered sky with expressions of profound, unscripted terror. "Look at the Blacksmith," Marcus whispered, pointing. Standing near the anvil was a massive, bearded NPC named Brog. In the base game, Brog existed solely to repair player armor for a small f*e of copper coins. His only line of dialogue was, "Steel wins battles, but gold wins wars. Need repairs?" Brog was not offering repairs. He was holding his heavy forging hammer in a two-handed combat grip. He was pacing furiously back and forth, muttering to himself, his pixelated face contorted in a very real expression of panic.

The rogues, undaunted by the show of strength, charged forward. Thane and his team stood their ground, ready to meet the attack. Ryker, a towering figure with razor-sharp claws, took down the first rogue with a swift swipe of his paw. The rogue yelped in pain and crumpled to the ground. Thane, meanwhile, faced off against the leader of the rogues, a massive gray wolf with a scar above his left eyebrow. The wolf snarled and snapped, but Thane stood firm, his eyes locked on his opponent.