The clash of metal was not rare around the camp. If it wasn't some Ebon Wolf warriors on an argument or a challenge it was one of their many prisoners who fought for the chance to join the clan. On the makeshift arena, there were about ten people left, covered in dirt, sweat and blood. The fights were often vicious, and this was no different, as the Ebon Wolves only accepted the finest of warriors among their ranks. Eventually, only five prisoners remained when a horn interrupted the fight with yells of approval by the clan members above the pit and some disgruntled mumbles of warriors who lost their bets.<br/><br/>"You fought hard and have proven yourself worthy!" A man said as he stepped closer to the edge of the pit, covered in various pieces of armour that gave him a rather menacing appearance, particularly the wolfskin headdress that covered half of his face. He was the chief of the clan, Aekkar, the Savage. "Now you can join us, as brothers." He said as ladders fell down the side of the pit arena and the prisoners climbed out to be welcomed with praise and pats from the Ebon Wolf clansmen.<br/><br/>Eventually, the commotion died down, and everyone resumed their common routine. The rest of the day was uneventful until some scouts approached the chief's tent with the report he was expecting. Brog of the Stone Scorpions was approaching the camp with his warriors to fulfil his end of their deal. The Ebon Wolves intensified their raids on the Lodian Empire to draw attention away from the Stone Scorpions in exchange for some rare goods. It was good to finally see the results of their efforts, as they had lost some good warriors on the raids.<br/><br/>"Tell Kroth to assemble the warriors," Aekkar said as he rose from his chair. The scout left the tent after a quick bow to follow the chief's command. It didn't pass much time before the Ebon Wolves were lined up at the entrance of the camp, their leather armours with a black wolf painted on each of their cuirasses. In front of them stood Aekkar, the only one wearing plate armour, a luxury among the many raider clans that covered the continent. His sword was embedded in the ground as he watched the Stone Scorpion party approaching in the distance. His thoughts were filled with both anticipations for the gifts the other tribe was bringing and wariness for the chance they would doublecross him. Just in case he had archers nearby to ambush the possible enemy from the sides.<br/><br/>When the party arrived though, the doubts that Aekkar was having were instantly gone when Brog approached him unarmed when his group reached the camp. "It's good to see you, Aekkar. Thanks to your warriors we managed to move our tribe before the Lodian army reached us." It was always odd seeing a half-orc being friendly without any drinks, but the Stone Scorpions were in a dire situation, so his relief at saving his tribe was quite understandable. Soon enough warriors of both sides were feasting, celebrating their alliance as well as the new members of the Ebon Wolves.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="154" data-username="@Nytengale" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/154/">@Nytengale</a>