Would he dare step foot in the land of the dead? Would he dare step where the undead and thousands of other gruesome races conceal themselves in darkness?
would he take the risk of being eaten alive by many zombies ripping him apart?
Yes he would. Because Valindor Rishka is a Barbarian, and a dam strong one at
that.

Valindor had been travelling for weeks now, lurking around and looking for items
that he could possibly take from the rightful owner. He had travelled far over the past week or so, losing his whole raiding party to a Gang of Orcs. Valindor's sole
purpose in life is to loot and kill. Nothing more. Nothing less. But when his Raiding
Party died, he overcame the sole purpose of killing and another purpose overlapped looting and killing. Bloodshed. Ah, the glorious red liquid lay oozed over the many who have died.. Dripping from the bodies of the deaceased, it was like Heaven for Valindor. And that is why he'd travel to the Land of the dead. For
the bloodshed.

As Valindor stepped down onto the burnt and dead grass, a sense of fear overcame him for the 1st time in his life. but at the same time, a sense of lust
also emerged. Suddenly, there was a shuffle in the grass and Valindor drew his
Broadsword, ready for action. But nothing came out, Nothing jumped out and attacked, nothing taunted him. Weird. Valindor would stay his ground though, he would keep a sharp eye out. Looking around, Valindor slowly progressed on
towards the more open region of the place, hoping there he'd find something
to slaughter. Broadsword in hand, Valindor continued on into the more open area.
Or so it seemed from a distance. This area of the Land was covered in dense and bushy scrub, every square inch was covered. Valindor let off a chuckle as he stepped into the dense scrubs.

Continuing into the Dense scrub and bush, there was a rustle to the left of him.
Valindor swiftly turned his eyes to that spot and lucky he did, for at that moment
a large wolf the size of a horse appeared from the bush, charging at Valindor. "Im not going ta die like'this" Valindor mentioned as he pushed his broadsword infront of him, getting in a defensive stance. The wolf jumped up at
Valindor, swinging a massive paw down on his torso. Being a barbarian, He wasn't
(Or never is) heavily armoured, therefore the claw mark took a large rip out from
Valindors chest, leaving a flap of loose skin. Moaning, Valindor stepped back and resumed into an Attacker stance. The wolf struck another claw at Valindor, this time he managed to knock it off with a large swoop of his blade. The wolf, yelping in pain, continued to attack at Valindor and sent another claw at his leg..

Valindor dodged out of the way, this time sending his whole body weight behind his massive broadsword and slicing off the wolfs head. A mighty woosh sound was then
heard and the wolf fell to the floor dead. "Finally, food" Valindor said as he sat down beside the dead wolf, nurturing his wound. Paying no attention otherwise, Valindor sliced off the wolfs leg and took it with him, looking for an obvious spot
to create a fire.

The wolf leg tossed over his shoulder, Valindor continued through the bush, finally finding a resting place for the night. Valindor left the wolves leg at camp, along with his tools while he went off to gather wood. After about 45 minutes, Valindor found a dead tree which would burn nicely on his fire. Returning to the camp, Valindor set up a very small fire though it was large enough to suit him.
The wind whistled in the night, the grass blew to one side, almost appearing to be
"entertaining" itself. Valindor had finally cooked the wolf leg using a stick and two
more sticks to support it, which he set-up over the small fire. Taking a large chunk out of the wolf leg, Valindor spat out the hair and took another bite, appealing his appetit for the time being, before he decided to rest for the night. After all, who knows what the new day would bring.

*Doing this in parts, as to make it look better and to get more gold xD*
*Anyone feel free to join in*