[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ntaj’s Tent
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Asleep[/center]

Ntaj thought he would have a dreamless sleep as he tossed and turned in bed, but little did her know that all the tossing and turning was actually what was happening in his dream. In this vaguely, lucid dream, Ntaj felt that he could not rest and got out of bed, looking around for something to do. Despite the fact he was stark nude, he felt neither hot nor cold, though he did take his choppa out out of habit. He walked over to the campfire, which was already fading to ash. He wasn't sure how long they'd spend here since he was somewhat aware that instead of the whole group leaving, only two were going to scout out ahead. Ntaj didn't speak, feeling that he wasn't really part of the group well enough to participate in group decisions. Such democracy was unheard of back at Dark Star. But as Ntaj was stoking the ashes he heard a noise, drawing his blade to fight it. But he only saw a fox, who ran away at the sight of Ntaj.

The camp was oddly quiet, that much Ntaj figured. He had expected to hear some snoring, breathing, maybe some sleep talking. He didn't even see Epona or Brogach anywhere. But there was none to be had. Curious Ntaj went to the tents of the others and looked inside, but none were in their beds. They possessions were left behind too, like their weapons and armor. Ntaj started to worry; did they get kidnapped? And if so, why did Ntaj not get taken? It wasn't as if his tent was hidden, if anything a hanging tent off a tree would be most notable (And probably easier to steal too). His only rational was now to find the orcs. Ntaj never trusted them and imagined that they had some hand in this. 

But when Ntaj went to the orc camp, they were much like Ntaj's own. Tents were still erect, smoldering remains of fire still went, and their warriors belongings remained scattered about. There were no night patrols, no snoring orcs, not even a dog or war horse. The entire camp was empty. This made Ntaj very, very nervous. What had possibly happened here that everyone would leave everything behind, and Ntaj wouldn't notice? But then he considered something worse: Maybe it was Ntaj himself who was taken. Taken while in his sleep to this false world where his allies and anyone who could help him had been taken away, to be a prisoner in some mad man's fantasy. He was alone by the whims of this tyrannical god, and Ntaj needed to find a way out. Find a way to escape. And the only way to leave this nightmare was to wake up.

So Ntaj turned his blade onto himself, stabbing himself through the gut. Sure enough Ntaj woke up. His eyes opened and he looked around. He was still in his tent, Honey was still asleep next to him, and he was not bleeding from his stomach. [color=a2d39c]"Weird."[/color] Adjusting his pillows Ntaj did do a quick check on his belongings, ensuring that his equipment was still here. He had not fallen from the tree, and looking outside he was still in camp. Rationalizing that he had just been dreaming, the half-orc laid back down underneath his furs and blankets. Then Ntaj turned over and resumed sleeping.