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Drekkal’Kael - The Feast
The Kor’Zeluun stands full again - its crates packed with food, gear, weapons, and fading letters from home. The horn sounds. The Drekkal'Kael has started.

Suchomimus and Bexxi sit by their fire, the tension thick. After a long silence, they agree - only one will go.
Bexxi tightens her grip on her pack and nods confirmingly. She'll go.

Aske reaches the Cornucopia first. She doesn’t hesitate - she just grabs handfuls of food, shoving it into a bag until it nearly bursts. She’s gone before anyone else arrives.

Bexxi arrives next and runs into Sadbread. They both lunge for a bundle of raw meat. A fight breaks out, rough - but Sadbread lets go first, backing away without a word.

Bexxi doesn’t waste the moment. She stuffs dry clothes into her pack and vanishes into the red dust.

Day 3 of the Drekkal’Zuun

The fire has burned down to embers when Suchomimus makes his choice. He looks once toward Bexxi’s empty bedroll, then disappears. He doesn’t leave a note.

While Bexxi is out hunting, Sadbread and Aske stumble upon her camp - Once belonging to both Suchomimus and Bexxi.
They exchange a glance - no words. They move fast, stripping the shelter of supplies, food, and tools.
By the time Bexxi returns, the place is quiet again. Too quiet.

Drekkal’Vaarn - The Blood-Sky Swarm
The sky darkens with a low, pulsing hum. A swarm of tracker jackers descends - venomous, relentless.
As the first stings hit, panic spreads.

Bexxi runs. She can feel the swarm closing in, heat rising behind her. She turns a sharp corner - and sees Suchomimus ahead. Without thinking, she grabs his arm and throws him to the ground, buying herself just enough time to escape. She doesn't look back - She just hears the mixture of humming and screams.

Far across the arena, Aske hears the swarm before she sees it. Her pulse is already pounding when she spots Sadbread beside her. Survival takes over - she grabs them and shoves them down hard into the dust. The swarm passes overhead. Aske doesn't stop running

The sky clears, but the arena doesn’t feel the same.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

@Suchomimus @SadBread 

Night 3 of the Drekkal’Zuun

Bexxi lies curled beneath a tarp, stung and sore. She hums a broken tune, trying to sing herself to sleep.

Far away, Aske builds a fire. The flames flicker high. She stares into it for a long time, saying nothing.
The night is quiet. But no one is resting.

Day 4 of the Drekkal’Zuun

Bexxi spends the morning searching for firewood. As she climbs over a ridge, she discovers a lake - slow and half-frozen.
She kneels at the edge and listens to the silence.

Nearby, Aske missteps near a frozen lake. The ice gives way without warning.
She plunges into the freezing water, vanishing beneath the surface. For a moment, there’s only stillness.

Bexxi sees the scene evolve in front of her, she knows now that she is all alone. She's won.