Sjorging sat in Uther's tent, but soon lost track of events going on, as his mind was overflowing with questions. I didn't come all this way to make peace with the enemy, and if both him, and the king, knew the orcs would not accept why bother making the offer? Then Sjorging began to think of the task that was to come, I guess this Uther isn't so bad. Arrogant, if you ask me, but knows a good deal about warfare, perhaps there is a chance yet....Oh who am I kidding....we have 70 men, if that, and we are expected to storm up a mountain? Not to mention, the orcs are fighting for their homes, as well as their very existance.
Sjorging tried to shake the threat of what appeared to be inevitable doom....We might as well go down trying. There's no sense in running, if we run, they'll be right on our heals. We got the orcs backed up and dug in, if we retreat, and give them a chance to rebuild, who knows what will happen. Sjorging sighed, looks bad both ways.
Then a loud, but appeared rather childish cry, rang through the camp "ASSAULT! ASSAULT!" Every person in camp sprung into the tent and grabbed their weapons. Sjorging ran out of the tent with Uther, and the other commanders, swords drawn. Uther looked frantically around, the whole camp was in an uproar, everyone running this way and that. Uther was furious, there was no sign of an attack, yet some fool cried out the words, determined to get control of his men, and find out who shouted out the orders Uther bellowed "STOP! STOP! Who gave the orders?" Everyone in the camp ceased, and looked at Uther, who's face was flooded with red. "Assault! Assault!" cried a man, who hadn't heeded Uther's commands. Low and behold, it was Ingemar.
Ingemar looked wildly around, everyone was looking at him, the noises, and the clanking of armor had stopped, everything was quiet. He was totally confused, as he turned he saw a man in bright shining armor, followed by a few other tall broad men coming towards him. What's going on? he wondered.....
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