The towering Wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk cast elongated shadows as Grrokkarrak, emerged from the dense foliage just south of his home village, Wrrlryrrl. The air hung heavy with the scent of the local flora, and the rustling leaves carried whispers of an imminent threat.
The tranquillity of the forest was disrupted by distant echoes, the unmistakable resonance of off-worlders. Trandoshan poachers weaved their way through the leaves, their half-baked attempts at stealth proving futile, as branches cracked underfoot and leaves rustled with their movements. Grrokkarrak's stoic gaze narrowed as he tightened the grip on his Bowcaster and secured the twin Ryyk Blades at his side.
His fur rustled in the gentle breeze as he spoke in the rhythmic cadence of Shyriiwook, his native language resonating through the dense woods. "More off-worlders. They grow bolder by the season. These poachers tread upon the sacred ground of Kashyyyk, threatening our hunting grounds, and our village,"
Grrokkarrak cast a solemn glance towards the vast expanse of the canopy, his keen eyes scanning for signs of the interlopers. He sniffed the air. It was heavy with the vile scent of the poachers, but there was something else in the air. He could not quite put his finger on it - but perhaps others were in the area. Friend, or foe, only time would tell.
With that, Grrokkarrak disappeared into the foliage again, climbing up into the branches, his movements a seamless blend of grace and power. He left no mark, the beginning of a pursuit that he hoped would reverberate through the heart of his planet. A 'Protector of the Forest', he moved with purpose, his mission clear, yet the invitation lingered for others to join the hunt and stand as guardians of the Wroshyr Canopy.
He crouched amidst the dense foliage, his keen senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the air. The scent of scorched earth and the distant murmur of alien voices guided him. There, through the leaves, he spotted the glint of Trandoshan armour, a stark contrast against the lush greens of Kashyyyk.
Grrokkarrak narrowed his eyes, calculating his next move. He knew the importance of striking unseen, of maintaining the upper hand. Grrokkarrak unslung his Bowcaster with practised ease, fingers caressing the weapon that had felled many a foe.
As he prepared to descend upon the poachers like a vengeful spirit of the forest, Grrokkarrak communicated his silent intent through the subtle gestures of Shyriiwook. His massive form melded seamlessly with the shadows, the anticipation of imminent justice written in the determined gleam of his eyes. The Wookiee's breath steadied, a living embodiment of the Wroshyr's patience before the storm. The Protector of the Forest was poised to unleash his wrath upon the unsuspecting intruders, and the very trees seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of the impending strike.
OOC - Open to all, PvE.
The tranquillity of the forest was disrupted by distant echoes, the unmistakable resonance of off-worlders. Trandoshan poachers weaved their way through the leaves, their half-baked attempts at stealth proving futile, as branches cracked underfoot and leaves rustled with their movements. Grrokkarrak's stoic gaze narrowed as he tightened the grip on his Bowcaster and secured the twin Ryyk Blades at his side.
His fur rustled in the gentle breeze as he spoke in the rhythmic cadence of Shyriiwook, his native language resonating through the dense woods. "More off-worlders. They grow bolder by the season. These poachers tread upon the sacred ground of Kashyyyk, threatening our hunting grounds, and our village,"
Grrokkarrak cast a solemn glance towards the vast expanse of the canopy, his keen eyes scanning for signs of the interlopers. He sniffed the air. It was heavy with the vile scent of the poachers, but there was something else in the air. He could not quite put his finger on it - but perhaps others were in the area. Friend, or foe, only time would tell.
With that, Grrokkarrak disappeared into the foliage again, climbing up into the branches, his movements a seamless blend of grace and power. He left no mark, the beginning of a pursuit that he hoped would reverberate through the heart of his planet. A 'Protector of the Forest', he moved with purpose, his mission clear, yet the invitation lingered for others to join the hunt and stand as guardians of the Wroshyr Canopy.
He crouched amidst the dense foliage, his keen senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the air. The scent of scorched earth and the distant murmur of alien voices guided him. There, through the leaves, he spotted the glint of Trandoshan armour, a stark contrast against the lush greens of Kashyyyk.
Grrokkarrak narrowed his eyes, calculating his next move. He knew the importance of striking unseen, of maintaining the upper hand. Grrokkarrak unslung his Bowcaster with practised ease, fingers caressing the weapon that had felled many a foe.
As he prepared to descend upon the poachers like a vengeful spirit of the forest, Grrokkarrak communicated his silent intent through the subtle gestures of Shyriiwook. His massive form melded seamlessly with the shadows, the anticipation of imminent justice written in the determined gleam of his eyes. The Wookiee's breath steadied, a living embodiment of the Wroshyr's patience before the storm. The Protector of the Forest was poised to unleash his wrath upon the unsuspecting intruders, and the very trees seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of the impending strike.
OOC - Open to all, PvE.