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Old 07-07-2006, 01:35 AM   #39
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Chld's post for Makdush:

Makdush stormed over to Ishkur and jerked him roughly to one side, cursing him in a low, gruff voice. "Fawning fen-snouted boar-pig! Are you mad? The dogs from camp will still be on our trail. Stay here and you risk getting your throat slit while you sleep."

"Anyways," grumbled Makdush, "what's wrong with a little sunlight? Ishkur, you're so lazy and incompetent that you'll use any excuse to stop working. I thought you orcs would learn once we'd gotten out of camp. But you haven't. You're still a pack of worthless cowards."

"All right, Ishkur. Get everyone on their feet. Drag the women back. Everyone on the trail now! Put some muscle into it. We can be fifty miles north of here before we make our camp."

Makdush turned and glared menacingly at the rest of the group, but few showed any signs of moving.....

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Nogrod's post for Gwerr

After Ishkur had called for the group to halt, Gwerr turned to Colagar, intending to haul him over the coals for his plan once more. But then they both saw Makdush rushing to Ishkur and challenging the call for rest. They didn’t hear the heated exchange of words exactly, but the main idea was clear. The Uruk accused Ishkur and the other orcs of being lazy and incompetent. “That did it!” Gwerr yelled and grasped Colagar by the arm. “C’mon! We have some things to settle with that bully of a toddler!”

With that he ran to the quarrelling pair, calling for Zuhut and Griwzan whom he passed to join them as he went.

“Have you lost your marbles, Makdush?” Gwerr shouted to the Uruk from a couple of yards away. Colagar, Zuhut and Griwzan were tailing him. The Uruk turned to gaze at the smallish but sturdy orc. They knew each other well enough to mutually dislike each other. Gwerr took instinctively a grip from the handle of his axe and continued.

“When we were fighting at Angband you were not even conceived of! What do you think you are, you lousy maggot of a mere wizard? This is our party and I don’t have the faintest what are you doing here. But if you are to stay with us with your ruffian friends, you just shut your newborn mouth that only coos and babbles nonsense.” Gwerr had gotten really angry, inflamed by his own words. The veins in his temple swelled when he tried to cool himself down.

“Take shelter everyone! We rest now!” He called loudly to the other orcs not involved in the quarrel. But all the females were already out of the sight, taking shelter wherever the sun couldn’t extend its rays.

“You see. We rest now. You sun-lovers may run as long as you wish to.” Gwerr added in a lower tone, looking at Makdush challengingly but being somewhat calmed down already. Still he held a firm grip of his axe, and Ishkur, Colagar, Zuhut and Griwzan had all taken a hold of their weapons too. The last two male orcs had also finally realised the situation and were walking firmly towards the center of the dispute.

Makdush glanced at his fellow Uruks and nodded lightly to them, and then took a few steps back.

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