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piosenniel · 09-14-2005, 01:50 PM

Bazhrat -- The Orc Sentinel

Bazhrat the Skullcrusher drew deep into the shadows of the rocky outcropping, his ears straining to hear what the foul Elves were saying. ‘The Dark Lord take those sneaking, murdering Elves!’ he cursed, wrinkling his nose up at the perceived foul odor. ‘And gouge out eyes, first, of that nosy-parker!’ The Orc peered out from his dark hiding place and glared at Endamir.

Good thing none of the other Orcs assigned to watch for intruders from this side of the island were about. Sure enough one of those big-mouthed kiss-rumps would be telling the Cap’n how the stupid Bazhrat had managed to let himself be noticed. Bazhrat cackled crazily, a sudden thought caroming through the dim corridors of his mind. ‘Don’t really matter, does it?’ he crooned, rocking back and forth on his haunches. ‘Can’t kill old Skullcrusher, can he now? Already dead!!’ The thought sent him howling with maniacal laughter.

It pulsed and echoed through the wind that had sprung up around the Elven companions.

The Orc look guiltily around, wondering if the snoopy Elf suspected the sound and whatever he’d seen were somehow connected. ‘Put a lid on it, Bazhrat,' the Orc admonished himself. ‘Best we be getting back and saying what we spied out.’

Like a fine mist, the Orc drifted out from his hiding place and sped quickly from shadow to shadow back toward the place just outside the fortress’ old wooden gate where the Captain and his ever restless crew had stationed themselves.

09-14-2005, 01:50 PM	#92
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Bazhrat -- The Orc Sentinel Bazhrat the Skullcrusher drew deep into the shadows of the rocky outcropping, his ears straining to hear what the foul Elves were saying. ‘The Dark Lord take those sneaking, murdering Elves!’ he cursed, wrinkling his nose up at the perceived foul odor. ‘And gouge out eyes, first, of that nosy-parker!’ The Orc peered out from his dark hiding place and glared at Endamir. Good thing none of the other Orcs assigned to watch for intruders from this side of the island were about. Sure enough one of those big-mouthed kiss-rumps would be telling the Cap’n how the stupid Bazhrat had managed to let himself be noticed. Bazhrat cackled crazily, a sudden thought caroming through the dim corridors of his mind. ‘Don’t really matter, does it?’ he crooned, rocking back and forth on his haunches. ‘Can’t kill old Skullcrusher, can he now? Already dead!!’ The thought sent him howling with maniacal laughter. It pulsed and echoed through the wind that had sprung up around the Elven companions. The Orc look guiltily around, wondering if the snoopy Elf suspected the sound and whatever he’d seen were somehow connected. ‘Put a lid on it, Bazhrat,' the Orc admonished himself. ‘Best we be getting back and saying what we spied out.’ Like a fine mist, the Orc drifted out from his hiding place and sped quickly from shadow to shadow back toward the place just outside the fortress’ old wooden gate where the Captain and his ever restless crew had stationed themselves. Last edited by piosenniel; 09-15-2005 at 12:39 AM.