When one rises..., The Broken Lands Options

[Will]

The laughter around the camp fire was overwhelming and enticing. The sort of laughter that makes you want to come over and join in. Krunk did just that, the warmth offered tempting in equal measure against the chill breeze under the clear night sky.

"Wot's the joke boyz?" he asked, rubbing his shoulders vigorously. He caught a glimpse of a black hooded figurine burning in the fire.

"We're just makin' our peace wit the new heirea... heirarch.... big boy" one laughed back, pointing at the burning figure. On closer inspection it bore a close resemblance to...

"Ere, iz dat Sha?!" Krunk exclaimed, looking around nervously as if expecting the High Witchdoctor to show up and smite him just for being there. The others just laughed at Krunk's nervousness.

"Yeah, itz the time of da High Shaman now." The gathered Orcs all made a strange grunting noise which Krunk quickly realised was them pretending to be eating something. As the strange noises went on he realised that this was a form of... praise? Respect? The eating noises soon morphed into a chant. "Lug.... Lug..... LUG.... LUG!" Eventually Krunk shrugged and joined in, fear of reprisal forgotten.

Total heal was better than magic missile right?