#STEEMLORDS Tales: BattleWom - & THEN things got weird..

The sun shone brightly overhead in the clear blue sky. BattleWom sniffed the wind and squinted in the bright sunlight. OMGods. Strawberry daiquiris pack a punch! He shook his head. How many nights had passed?

There was a faint smell of smoke in the air, but no sign of it. Must be a fire somewhere in the forest.

Leaving the cleaning-up to the pixies, he said goodbye and ventured into the woods. There was no sign of any other SteemLords, but they must be somewhere. It's not as if they've been eaten by a greater undead or anything.

BattleWom cantered down the hill and into the forest. Up over fallen logs, a quick burrow under a tangled thicket. He travelled east, occasionally picking up the scent of the SteemLords, but then losing it again. It was as if the forest worked against him.

Smelling berries, BattleWom decided to stop for brunch, having skipped breakfast.

Near a bunch a berries, however, was what looked like, what definitely smelt like, a couple of dumbarse zombies. Clueless. Total numpties. One of them had an arm which kept falling off, and they were both obsessed with someone they kept calling doctor - though there was no-one else around.

Whatever.

"Hey lads," he said with a mouth full of berries, and they both turned and walked straight into a couple of nearby trees.

Waiting.

Waiting..

After a bit BattleWom glanced up again. It looked like they were...

Oh jeez...

BattleWom ate his fill while the zombies fumbled their way in and out of the forest's embrace, then left them to it.

Cantering north east he caught a whiff of the SteamLords and increased his speed.

He sensed the trap just before he fell into it. A hole. Five or so metres deep, smooth walls. No problem! BattleWom dug straight throw the wall and broke through into a tunnel almost immediately. Must have been a secret door.. The tunnel had a slight downward slant, and while it started narrow it got larger the further he travelled.

But, oh boy, did it stink. And he was beginning to notice droppings, bones and carcasses.

Then he heard the screeching. What was it Sir Knight had said? Beware the ROUSs And then there was one just in front of him. It was like looking in a mirror and seeing a furrier, uglier, stoopider and stinkier version of him.

"Hello there."

"Eeeeeecccchhhh. Chtttt chtttt chtttt, eeeeeeeeeecccccch!"

The ROUS charged and BattleWom smashed it in the head. The thing was dead before it hit the ground.

BattleWom continued down the tunnel to the increasing sound of screeching. He turned around the corner and the tunnel for fell away, revealing a cavern, filled with ROUSs of every shape and size, but unfortunately of one smell.

BattleWom gagged. I wish ChooXena and Gohba and Lord BMJ were here..

Massive thanks to @sirknight and the steemlords - #steemlegends all.

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