Hall of Hunters

A few rocks tumble down behind the Consumed monster. Not out of the ordinary for this fight, but to Sarsaparilla, it is a signal. Sarsaparilla stretches and crouches down before letting out a low rumbling growl. Noticing, the nearby lorwolves separate, leaving a clear path straight towards the monster. With a roar, Sarsaparilla charges and leaps at his foe. Right before his claw makes contact with the monster, the wall behind it bursts forth as Sarsaparilla’s Urskogg charges through. Caught on both sides, the Consumed monster attempts to brace itself but to no avail. The crash was cataclysmic.

The ground quaked, dirt and debris fell overhead, and all were shrouded in dust. The lorwolves shook themselves and discovered it wasn’t over. The dust slowly cleared, revealing Sarsaparilla and his Urskogg beating the monster back and forth between them. Many of the onlookers watched in fascination, others in horror, and a few even placed their paws over the eyes of the younger lorwolves. With every mighty swipe of Sarsaparilla’s paw and thrust of the Urskogg’s horn, the ground beneath everyone began to crack. Tumbling back and forth between Sarsaparilla and his companion, the Consumed Rockbreak righted itself, let out a defiant bellow, and slammed its hooves hard into the ground. With a thundering crack, the cave floor crumbled apart, drawing everyone down.

The Lorwolve yipped and barked, checking to see if everyone was okay. Confirming that everyone is alright, they looked around and discovered that they are in a large cavern surrounded by consumed tendrils! They have chased consumed monsters off their land, hunted those that remain, and have done controlled burns on the consumed tendrils creeping out of Mistvale. Who would have thought that the consumed corruption could have spread this far deep into Darkspine and secretly underground, no less! Trapped by consumed tendrils deep in the bowels of a mine, the Lorwolves have only one option: win.

The Consumed Crystalapin lurches forward before rolling with incredible speed at Prancer. Prancer keeps flaunting her tail before leaping out of the way at the last moment. The Crystalapin skids by, bounces off a tree, and rolls back towards Prancer. But again she artfully dodges, skipping across the ice with ease. The rumbling grows louder, and the other nearby lorwolves edge back away from the hill. Again and again the Crystalapin rolls straight at Prancer, yet she dodges effortlessly away.

What was once a battle of taking down the Consumed Teufel turned into a battle to keep the Teufel from stepping on the absent-minded. food-crazed Broch! Lorwolves pounced, wrestled, and were thrown by the Teufel, as somehow the Broch always managed to be chasing a tomato or some other round fruit between the Teufel's legs. The crowd was thoroughly enjoying this comical encounter; however, Bodhi was slightly embarrassed that their companion was causing so much trouble. Bodhi called out to his Broch in hopes of attracting it away from the danger.

Unfortunately, his call was ill-timed. The Broch, smiling with a mouth full of food, turned around while holding their favorite dish, a pristine Mika's Pudding that somehow survived the chaos in the mess hall. As the Broch waved excitedly towards the favorite food they found, the consumed Teufel hoof slammed down right on it! The pudding spattered across the floor and all over the Broch. Bodhi pushes past the other lorwolves to console his friend, but his Broch raises their paw, signaling for him to stop. There is an uneasy tension in the air; the crowd and even the Teufel grew quiet. Bodhi's Broch sniffed, and a single tear was wept.

A commonly forgotten fact about Brochs is that their incredibly high metabolism provides them with Abnormal Speed, and that the commonly docile creatures will hold incredible Grudges against anything that gets between them and their food.

Bodhi shivered and stepped back, for he knew that if Mika's Pudding wasn't for dinner, the Teufel sure would be! Noticing Bodhi's movement, all the other lorwolves step back as well. After wiping the pudding off their face, the Broch's body begins to quiver with rage. The Teufel gives a confused look to the lorwolves who shake their heads "no" and step further back. Hesitantly, the Teufel whinnies and stomps their hooves. Unfazed, the Broch undoes their handkerchief satchel, dropping numerous spices and cooking utensils. The Broch then takes their handkerchief and ties it around their head as a headband. Overconfidently, the Teufel rears up and stomps down on the Broch.

With sudden speed the Broch draws forth a butter knife and spreads butter on the ground before darting away. The Teufel slams down and immediately slips! Before it could regain its balance, the Broch sprints around and tosses union powder directly into its face! The Teufel, blinded and unable to stand on the buttered floor, whinnies and attempts to bite the Broch. However, the Broch is too fast. Instead of biting air, the Teufel gets all manners of fruits and vegetables stuffed down its throat! The Broch, its rage not yet sated, unleashes a plume of flour, salt, and pepper upon the Teufel. The Teufel, now blind, slipping, sliding, coughing, sputtering, and sneezing, tries to put up a fight but fails. What came next was all sorts of seasoning and meat tenderizing of the consumed Teufel at the hands of the apparently master chef Broch.

Huffing out of breath and ready to finish the Teufel steak he is preparing, the Broch withdraws his metal meat tenderizer. Bodhi, confident that this is going too far, steps forward to stop his friends. Fortunately, the tenderizer drops to the ground with a clank as the Broch locks eyes with an audience member in the crowd. The lorwolf, stuffing their face full of freshly popped buttered popcorn, looks around to see who the Broch is looking at. Bodhi's Broch licks their lips, and the popcorn-carrying, realizing they are the target, sprints away, as Bodhi's Broch chases after them! Bodhi just sighs with relief and shakes their head.