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Firefoot · 11-06-2005, 04:22 PM

Since Grimkul’s disappearance, Ulwakh had been going through the city, deliberately avoiding any areas of concentrated fighting. Nor did he wander about looking for lone Elves to kill. Instead, he forced his way into the Elvish buildings, looking for the young and the weak. When he found them, he killed them: slowly and painfully. Only a few had possessed both the courage and the strength to resist him, and even then their struggle was futile: though he might be wounded minimally, the knives and daggers that they came up with at short notice were of little help against Ulwakh’s cold hatred.

These prizes were less than frequent, however; many homes had been evacuated; some, already ravaged; still others, too tightly locked up. The thrill was almost not even worth it, for all the work he had to go through. Exiting yet another abandoned house, a thought occurred to Ulwakh. Perhaps Grimkul had been right. If ever there was a time to escape this cursed army, now would be it. Under no particular chain of command, the Orcs roamed freely through the ravaged city and killed at will. Small and semi-crippled as he was, no one would miss him. As for Grimkul, Ulwakh could find nothing in his heart but contempt for his dumb if occasionally useful companion. Besides, Grimkul had left him.

With that in mind, he abandoned his largely futile attempt and set out to find an exit from the city. He had heard the sounds of fighting at the main gate; it would be no good to use that exit. Instead he headed for one of the other breaches in the wall, hoping to avoid all but the very fringes of the battle.

It was even as he had hoped. He left the city unnoticed, skirted around the edge of the battle field, and gave fight only when pressured. Now, he only had to get past the small band of Dwarves where they gave fight to a black mass of Orcs, and after a short dash he would be lost to sight in the broken landscape.

But as he approached, he could not help but notice one crazed Orc fighting in the midst of the Dwarves, and after a short moment, recognized him: Grimkul. He nearly cried out, then silenced himself, remembering his cause to go unnoticed. And even as he watched, Grimkul took a nasty blow to the head from an axe and fell to the ground in a heap. A curious look crossed Ulwakh’s face, akin to remorse. The expression passed as abruptly as it had come, and he spat out one word: “Idiot.” Then he turned and fled.

11-06-2005, 04:22 PM	#208
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,576	Ulwakh Since Grimkul’s disappearance, Ulwakh had been going through the city, deliberately avoiding any areas of concentrated fighting. Nor did he wander about looking for lone Elves to kill. Instead, he forced his way into the Elvish buildings, looking for the young and the weak. When he found them, he killed them: slowly and painfully. Only a few had possessed both the courage and the strength to resist him, and even then their struggle was futile: though he might be wounded minimally, the knives and daggers that they came up with at short notice were of little help against Ulwakh’s cold hatred. These prizes were less than frequent, however; many homes had been evacuated; some, already ravaged; still others, too tightly locked up. The thrill was almost not even worth it, for all the work he had to go through. Exiting yet another abandoned house, a thought occurred to Ulwakh. Perhaps Grimkul had been right. If ever there was a time to escape this cursed army, now would be it. Under no particular chain of command, the Orcs roamed freely through the ravaged city and killed at will. Small and semi-crippled as he was, no one would miss him. As for Grimkul, Ulwakh could find nothing in his heart but contempt for his dumb if occasionally useful companion. Besides, Grimkul had left him. With that in mind, he abandoned his largely futile attempt and set out to find an exit from the city. He had heard the sounds of fighting at the main gate; it would be no good to use that exit. Instead he headed for one of the other breaches in the wall, hoping to avoid all but the very fringes of the battle. It was even as he had hoped. He left the city unnoticed, skirted around the edge of the battle field, and gave fight only when pressured. Now, he only had to get past the small band of Dwarves where they gave fight to a black mass of Orcs, and after a short dash he would be lost to sight in the broken landscape. But as he approached, he could not help but notice one crazed Orc fighting in the midst of the Dwarves, and after a short moment, recognized him: Grimkul. He nearly cried out, then silenced himself, remembering his cause to go unnoticed. And even as he watched, Grimkul took a nasty blow to the head from an axe and fell to the ground in a heap. A curious look crossed Ulwakh’s face, akin to remorse. The expression passed as abruptly as it had come, and he spat out one word: “Idiot.” Then he turned and fled.