Kethoth Sepret: Master archer

Kethoth Sepret strode through the mist, grasping his axes in his powerful hands, strong from pulling the Supreme Bow for all that time. The fog would drive any normal creature mad, but Kethoth Sepret was no normal creature. He had walked the Material plane for ten billion years and more, he knew why he was here and what he was here to collect. The Kragali sword had been repaired and Kethoth was here to pay the fee and collect it from the Draanak, master smiths and fearsome warriors. That was the reason Kethoth was gripping his hand-axes so hard, the Draanak were not known for their honesty and even with all his training Kethoth didn't think he could take an elite squadron of Draanak unprepared. A shout pierced the fog, and so did a dozen arrows, whizzing and hissing through the thick mist. Kethoth whirled around and his axes flashed, cutting through the arrows even as they sliced through the air towards him. Another shout rang out and two dozen Draanak warriors sprang out of the fog, throwing their spears and drawing their swords in one fluid motion. Kethoth shouted a battle cry and threw himself at the Draanak, becoming a whirlwind of flashing steel. Soon their were but two warriors still standing, Kethoth and one Draanak, the Draanak and Kethoth stood facing each other for some time, then the Draanak spoke in his raspy voice, mandibles clacking as he talked "kill me then ranger, you have already slain my fellow warriors, some of them my friends. With so much blood on your hands, what difference does a bit more make?". Kethoth stood for a while, glaring at the Draanak. All of a sudden he gave an inhuman screech and lunged forward, smashing the hilt of one axe into the Draanak's forehead, there was a loud crack as the the warrior's shell gave way, revealing the soft pink flesh underneath. The Draanak fell back, laughing as he fell from the edge of the cliff and dropped towards the ground, so far below him. The laugh seemed to follow Kethoth as he walked away, only stopping with a splat when the Draanak hit the bottom.

A little while later, Kethoth reached the Draanak capital and was greeted by the sight of twenty armed guards, four of them. They were Kragali warriors, bound to the Draanak while they held the Kragali sword, Kethoth strode up to them and looked up at the fifteen foot tall, twenty armed and green-skinned soldiers with undershot jaws. "Well, well, well, Kethoth Sepret" the Kragali spat out the last word like it was a curse or an insult "I never thought I'd see the day when the 'master archer' came to Beg! the Draanak for the sword that that will control us!" "I have not come to beg, Troogall, but I expect that you may have begged for release, am I correct?" the Kragali grunted and stood aside, bowing his head in shame as he did so. "Why thank you Troogall" Kethoth mocked "I have never known such kindness from one such as you!" he grinned and loped past, ducking as Troogall's fist swung towards him. The Draanak leader received him in the enormous capital palace "welcome Kethoth, have you got the jewels?"

To Be Continued.

Special Creatures in the Empire #1

1. Gronikems
Even though these creatures were developed when some necromancers tried to upgrade ogres, their intelligence is incredibly high, considering that they are mutated ogres. They went rogue and destroyed most of their creators. Their is also one cyclops gronikem in existence, made by the gnome necromancer cousins. You can negotiate with them and they are not actually that violent, some elvish communities deal with them for protection.

2. Gruftas
Gruftas are ogre cyborgs, basically, imagine an ogre with half of it covered in metal plates and one arm is a large laser-cannon, they have access to a huge variety of gadgets so they can speak/understand any language in their database and can scan for invisibility, they also have immense strength, among other things. They are the second attempt at upgraded ogres. Programmed to be violent, if you see one, RUN!!!

3. Joon
Elf-like creatures who dwell in the deepest part of the forest, name comes from dwarvish "joonar" meaning mystery. There is no further information on these mysterious creatures.

4. Org
Self described supreme hunters, big, dumb brutes about ogre size but with more advanced hunting techniques and bigger teeth, don't need to say much about these guys and gals. Avoid or bribe with shiny things.

5. Jabber monkey
Vicious bite and their jabbering can drive people insane. Are native to Koolode island but were taken as stowaways to Buubar (slave trading capital) and used as torture or entertainment. Rare and dangerous. Avoid at all costs!!!!!