It was raining outside of kholigen, the fetid marshes soaked even more then normal.

But it was always raining. The rain never washed the filth away, just stirred it up to stink more. Even his race hated it here, but where would they go? They'd been driven into near extinction, and those that hadn't taken up the hordes offers had just relegated themselves to this. A festering, stinking pit of sludge.

Gutthuk the Bugbear stared languidly at the pool. The gators and snakes where the only thing you could eat here, and even then they tasted worse then a goblin. Sooner or later a scalely little snack would surface. His brother, Bloodeye, had allready caught his, happily stripping the partially cooked flesh from a large bog boa with his crooked and decayed teeth.

Gutthuk snuffled at the air for a momment. Something.....must be a large reptile nearby. Maybe one of the land sharks had caught one, as loath as he was to share with a beast, he needed to eat.

Standing up to investigate saved him for the momment. A spear whipped from the darkness, going directly through his broathers throat, pinning him to a tree. He gurgled, a momment, eyes bludged in terror before he fainted, and Gutthuk knew he would never stand again.

"You.....we....you said you not invade!" he snarled as the reptilian face emerged from the fetid slime, cold red eyes staring at him emotionlessly. the bugbear grabbed up his club, rage filling his heart to replace the cold terror" You said we have deal!" he roared, charging the shape, which lazily flicked a claw at him as if dismissing him entirely..

A coldness gripped his heart, as if daggers of ice had pierced him from within. His vision grew black, falling backwards, the last he ever saw was the rain. It always rained here, never changed....he tried to think, tried to move, but the stink of the mud and the weakness of his body. His last thought was a simple plee of why did they come?

The Shape gazed down at the dead, moving to stick two thick bally hooks, one through each's leg, and drug them into the mud, leaving nothing but blood stains behind, quickly swalled by the poisoned water and mud. It had much to do after all, but its such a bother getting read of no longer needed tennents.