The Shadowans Rise Up

You look down at the fallen Clamhawk. He has regained some semblance of conciousness.

"Tell your men to let the Shadowans go," you tell him. "I know there are many other Hunter camps around the planet, so unless you want to be paralyzed from the neck down, you will do as I say."

"Those Shadowans may be free for now," Clamhawk says through gritted teeth, "but we'll just recapture them."

You place your foot on the base of his neck.

"So you'd risk your health, your life, for this sick cause? You'd rather let me make you a numb lump of flesh than let these sentient beings free?"

Clamhawk looks at you out of the corner of your eye.

"It won't matter if I die, or if I'm incapacitated, there are far more Hunters than your little gang of Freedom Fighters. We will win out!"

"No you won't!" Obsidian calls out from the shadows.

You look up, and see that hundreds of Shadowans have appeared, their arms morphed into tentacles, hammers, and clubs.

"ATTACK!" orders a huge, muscular Shadowan with a glowing white beard. The hundreds of Shadowans whip and bludgen the Hunters into the ground, and many submit before being hit. You laugh triumphantly as within meer minutes, the Shadowans imprison the Hunters inside their own trucks and cages.

You toss Clamhawk into one, and he lands on top of a bunch of other Hunters.

"Greetings," the bearded Shadowan says. "I am Drusy, Great Elder of the Shadowan's Northern-most Tribe. We had heard of strangers helping free our people, and we rushed to aid them. I suppose that means we rushed here to aid you."

"Yes, and thank you."

"No, no, we should thank you. You started what we should have been doing from the beginning: fighting back against these horrible Hunters. For far too long, we Shadowans hid in the dark, as we often do with dangerous new things. It is how we survived. But now we know that the only way we are going to survive the Hunters is to stand up and fight, like you Tamaranians did."

Onyx runs up to you and Drusy.

"Great Elder of the North," she says, bowing, "have you seen my mother and father, Coal and Granite, of the East Village?"

"No, I have not."

Onyx is saddened by the news.

"Don't worry, Onyx," you say, "I'm sure that they're still captured, and we just need to free them."

Onyx's mood brightens up.

"We are going to go check out the other camp sites," Drusy says. "Perhaps you would join us?"