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CaptainofDespair · 03-11-2005, 05:08 PM

Even the strongest of the orcs need a rest at one point or another. Nagbak had figured this, and since the icy chill of a winter stream will sap the strength out of any creature, even the mighty trolls of the East, he had decided to make haste, and find a camp site quickly. His scouts had located one particular meadow, nestled in a thicket. Due to the lack of supplies, he would seek this place, but not before making one final arrangement with his subordinates.

Sloshing up out of the chilling waters of the brook, and onto a frozen embankment, the orc contingent hurried, with Elven cargo, to their pre-determined location. An hour or so later, they finally arrived at their location, a small patch of snow-covered grass, just large enough to lay out proper defenses. The chieftain’s subordinates ordered that the hostages be dumped in a cluster, and be given a small watch. The rest of the orcs, excluding those on perimeter sentry duty, would be allowed to rest their feet, and treat any wounds they may have sustained along the march. Nagbak, meanwhile, busied himself with attending to the scouts, of whom the last were arriving.

As Nagbak seated himself on a rigid, rather uncomfortable stump, a small snaga, only about half the height of his master, came waddling forward, in the usual bow-legged walk of the orc. “Massster...the rear guard you left behind has not returned...dead they are...” The chieftain, with his face in his large, cold palms, muttered a few words to his slave-scout. “I assumed this much. Now, do you have any other news?” The little orc, looking almost as if he had exhausted the last of the resources in his near-desolate mind, thought for a few moments. After scratching his head a bit, his eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically gave his reply to the query. “Oh! Indeeeeed, chieftain! Razhbad has arrived!” The old orc, at the mentioning of this, perked up, and lumbered forward, almost tearing the stump out of the ground as he lurched up from his perch. “Excellent! I take it he is downwind of the camp?” The snaga nodded delightedly, bouncing as he walked beside his powerful and noble chief. “Very good. Have him ready to rush to our aid at a moment’s notice. If my instinct serves me correctly, the humans and Elves will be upon us soon enough.

03-11-2005, 05:08 PM	#109
CaptainofDespair Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 413	Even the strongest of the orcs need a rest at one point or another. Nagbak had figured this, and since the icy chill of a winter stream will sap the strength out of any creature, even the mighty trolls of the East, he had decided to make haste, and find a camp site quickly. His scouts had located one particular meadow, nestled in a thicket. Due to the lack of supplies, he would seek this place, but not before making one final arrangement with his subordinates. Sloshing up out of the chilling waters of the brook, and onto a frozen embankment, the orc contingent hurried, with Elven cargo, to their pre-determined location. An hour or so later, they finally arrived at their location, a small patch of snow-covered grass, just large enough to lay out proper defenses. The chieftain’s subordinates ordered that the hostages be dumped in a cluster, and be given a small watch. The rest of the orcs, excluding those on perimeter sentry duty, would be allowed to rest their feet, and treat any wounds they may have sustained along the march. Nagbak, meanwhile, busied himself with attending to the scouts, of whom the last were arriving. As Nagbak seated himself on a rigid, rather uncomfortable stump, a small snaga, only about half the height of his master, came waddling forward, in the usual bow-legged walk of the orc. “Massster...the rear guard you left behind has not returned...dead they are...” The chieftain, with his face in his large, cold palms, muttered a few words to his slave-scout. “I assumed this much. Now, do you have any other news?” The little orc, looking almost as if he had exhausted the last of the resources in his near-desolate mind, thought for a few moments. After scratching his head a bit, his eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically gave his reply to the query. “Oh! Indeeeeed, chieftain! Razhbad has arrived!” The old orc, at the mentioning of this, perked up, and lumbered forward, almost tearing the stump out of the ground as he lurched up from his perch. “Excellent! I take it he is downwind of the camp?” The snaga nodded delightedly, bouncing as he walked beside his powerful and noble chief. “Very good. Have him ready to rush to our aid at a moment’s notice. If my instinct serves me correctly, the humans and Elves will be upon us soon enough. Last edited by piosenniel; 04-18-2005 at 11:42 AM.