"Yoo sure dis da spot? Meh been diggin' fer ages!"
Atticus slowly rose from behind a fallen tree, glancing at the chipped rock face. He looked nervous and uncomfortable. "Uh.. Yes. According to the map..." He ruffles through his bag, and pulls out the crinkled parchment. "Yes..." he draws a finger down the Troll's Vein river. "By the Grovestrider cave." He ducks quickly behind the log again when he sees the orc lifting the pick up high.
"Hokeh den..." Krazen brings it down hard, shattering more rock. Pebbles sting his exposed skin. He keeps at it though, and within the hour, there is a sizeable hole in the wall. Krazen breathes in deeply and brings the pick down, and suddenly, there is a heavy... THUD! Krazen's yellow eyes widen. "Hey! Meh think meh found it!" Atticus doesn't pop his head up from his hiding spot this time. Krazen levels the pick to break some more of the rock, and dusts off the front of the uncovered object with a hand. He chuckles. "Yubba! See here... Old Farmer's Union symbol!" Krazen chips away more rock and then attempts to pry the tiny wooden chest out of the wall.
Atticus pipes up again, 'Don't people usually guard their treasure?" "Pfft! Guard? Dey long-dead now!" Krazen yanks out the box... and along with it, a hideous, groaing creature.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIHH!" screamed Krazen, in an extremely rugged and uncowardly way. As the box came loose, an immense cloud of stinging-insects swarmed out of the hole, with a tremendous buzzing drone. Krazen fell back, letting the box loose, and coins spilled onto the ground. The hideous creature appeared to be a mummified farmer, still in it's ancient work clothes, torn, dirty and hanging. It scrabbled to pick up the coins, and hissed like an animal.
Meanwhile, Atticus hid some more. More specifically, he also screamed in a way not unlike Krazen, and buried himself amongst the forestry about him.
"Sons ob bitches!" Krazen swatted the insects with his hand and reached for his sword. The mummy clawed at his ankle, til Krazen kicked it in the face, shattering the jaw. He climbed to his feet, swinging wildly at the insects, then, through a gap in the buzzing cloud, he saw two more mummies, drunkenly pawing their way from the tomb. "Crap." Krazen killed a few more bugs, stomping at the ones clinging to his boots and ripping off the ones clamping onto his flesh. He brought the sword down on the first mummy, still on the ground, breaking open it's skull. It moaned longingly, collapsed and went still. Krazen rushed the other two, colliding with one and knock it down. It hissed and bit at his face, so he it introduced it to his sword pommel. Crack! Krazen pulled himself up and ran the other through. It howled and grasped at him but he pushed it back further and held it there, til it lay still. He smacked one of the few remaining bugs on his face and watched the rest of the swarm take flight. He grimaced and gingerly touched touched the welts on his arm and neck. "Probably flyin' off to day swamp," he murmured. To Atticus he called out, "Atteh! It's hokeh! Meh killed dem all!" He looked down at the overturned chest. The copper and silver coins caught the mid-afternoon light rather nicely. "Hur! And look! Just like meh told yoo! Treasure!"
The pair followed the river back to Trollsbane, with heavier pockets, and Krazen whistled merrily. Atticus tagged along behind, vexed and looking a little lost. "See!" said Krazen. "Krazen good tour guide. Meh take yoo round da city, see da local sights, give ya a liddle gift basket! Recommend yer friends tah meh." They reached the gates of town and Krazen slapped him forward with a meaty hand. "Heh! Dere yoo go! Enjoy! Nub spend it all at once!" With that, the orc was gone.
"What a strange place," thought Atticus. "I wonder if everyone I meet will be just as... well..." Trying to think of the right word, he wandered back into town. He jingled the coins in his pockets, wandering. Ah well. The word would come. Later, perhaps. Maybe the shops were still open. He signed and walked off towards the merchant's quarter.
((Not sure what possessed me to write this... just feeling creative. Feel free to join and add to Krazen's story, Atticus does not belong to me, but I trust I haven't taken to many liberties with a good friend's character.
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