Nightfall Raindrop laughed and bantered with his companions, forcing himself to keep up the chatter. Corpse-camping could be mind-numbingly dull, and if he didn't keep them entertained, his friends would lose focus, start slacking, and wander off.
He was still fuming over the human female warrior who had killed him earlier. Revenge burned in his chest. He had bided his time, watching her fight, and finally saw an opening—after she cut down two Orc players, he sprang from ambush and struck her down, claiming the kill reward. In his mind, anyone who killed him deserved double the punishment. One corpse-camp would ease the sting, and a second kill would snuff out the humiliation entirely.
But things didn't go as planned.
