Boztun Badlands, Klos 18th, 350AC, 12:18  (partly cloudy, 38 degrees, crescent moon)

After a moment, the masked badder makes a sweeping gesture with his spear, and snarls out a few harsh words in badder.  “Rrrrakaar tak mulkaa!!”  He leaps down off the mushroom and the entire horde sweeps forward towards your group.  They are moving at a fast walk/slow jog.  It gives you an uneasy feeling, like when a large strange dog is coming at you and you can’t quite tell if its going to stop and sniff you, or casually bite you in the leg.  Enemy weapons are still held at the ready, crossbows pointed at you.  Several of the infantry are wielding crude shields made of mushroom caps.

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