The Uzii Arrive

Clan Fartrek takes it as a great honor to travel with the Battle Mother. Pain-Drop Redmoon is a vast figure for an Uzii, and it is uncommon for a Female Uzii to leave Swampum. But not even the Homage can order Pain-Drop to go or not go somewhere. Only honor and her own conscience will guide her. Standing over two meters tall, and clad in the finest of Bloat Toad armor over her grey furred body, other races might describe the Battle Mother as fat or wide; the Uzii see her as perfect. A body of a previous age. Her supposed 'fat' is doing little to hide her muscle, as it is quite clear that she has trained her body to make her into a powerful fighter. Large and in charge, the Fartrek Uzii are amazingly well behaved as they "guard" Pain-Drop. Hardly any of them are using the shaft of their spears to try and trip their brothers as they walk. No one has their eyes closed, trying to smell where the food is. Every Uzii is even fully dressed, and silent; almost respectful of their hosts.

Of course, this likely won't last. For the moment, though, Pain-Drop Redmoon's entrance is practically regal compared to other visits by Uzii delegates.

This may be because she has a hammer hanging from her belt, handle grasped in one hand, while the other is holding Lost-way Fartrek by the snout. The older Uzii Scout is unable to speak at the moment, because the Battle Mother has his jaw held closed with her thumb, while the rest of her hand lifts him bodily from the ground, hanging away from her, like unwanted moldy cheese.

Clan Fartrek keeps eyeing their lead Scout with both fear and awe, but it is a blessed moment of quiet that allows the Uzii to arrive in a august manner. Seeing the Warspeaker nearby, the Battle Mother drops the Uzii in her hand, and leans down to glare at Lost-way. The male Uzii as he adjusts his jaw, Pain-drop halts any comment from him just by uttering one word, "Behave."

Lost-way nods, a trickle of sweat on his brow.

Standing back up straight, Pain-Drop's smaller-than-average tusks raise a little as she breaks into a smile at the sight of the Scrim nearby. Particularly Tior, the Warspeaker. In fact, she just ignores the rest of the hosts and walks right up to the Warspeaker, grunting, "Tior."