[Daxton]

The black bokoblin took the second knife with his arm, protecting his face, but it was obvious that this creature was not going to go down as easily as his sleeping comrade did. With an angry garble, the creature turned tail and made for the bridge, leaving a bloody trail in it's wake as it skittered away to go and awake it's comrades sleeping at the first camp. The storm was covering up his cries and these heavy sleepers were obviously making it angry. Moblin leaders be damned.

If the adventurers were lucky, the only monsters at the first encampment would be the couple that were visible. The bloodied Bokoblin would soon make his way back across the bridge, only giving you two men a small window of opportunity to settle what differences or problems you may occur with each other here.

Thunder boomed once again, the storm officially here as the drizzle turned into a steady rain, the air crackling and rumbling above almost consistently now as wicked lighting, visible in the distance, struck the ground with an angry ferocity. As for you, Niul, you only have a small moment to recover and prepare. The armor you bear will either help or hinder you, and the monster is currently jumping on his comrades to get their attention at the encampment.

Raghnall. Your only warning is to watch your head. Tall men make big targets.

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@niul @raghnall
Bokoblin fled to awaken comrades
Storm has arrived, the air is starting to become charged
Total: 1 Black bokoblin