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Encaitare · 08-16-2005, 01:43 PM

In the camp remained around one hundred orcs and a captain. Glûtkask had not gone to the battle, having entrusted Lushurd to carry out his instructions. He knew that Lushurd was scarcely cleverer than a pile of dung, but the lieutenant could follow orders. In his tent, he gnawed on a bit of dried meat and squinted at the rough map. When his lads got back, they would take a little rest and then start moving again. They would have to cross the mountains; there was supposed to be a pass through which they could travel. Glûtkask grumbled to himself at the thought of traveling through the mountains in this damnable cold. Not only would it be unpleasant for him, but all of the soldiers would find it unpleasant as well, and they were sure to gripe about it all the way to the other side.

Finishing the meat and rummaging in a hairy rucksack for more, he wondered when they'd be getting back. There were only a few of the Elvish scum coming to the valley, so ideally, Lushurd would be bringing the company victoriously back to camp soon, and they'd be off again with a nice high morale. Maybe they'd be in a good enough mood from having bashed the brains out of the enemy that they wouldn't mind the weather so much.

As this more optimistic thought crossed his mind, a panting scout burst into the tent.

"Captain!" he managed, through his uneven breath.

"What? Have you got news from the valley?" By Sauron's hairy toes, it'd better be good, Glûtkask thought.

"Yar. They..."

"Speak up, scout!"

The scout swallowed, and talked quickly. "I was waitin' halfway between the valley an' here, in case there was news. An' then someone came rushin' up to me, told me to take a message back to you. He said things was going fine until out of a door in the mountain came a bunch of Dwarves an' trapped ours between them an' the Elves."

Glûtkask growled. "And our lads can't take care of a few Dwarves?"

"He said it was somethin' near a score of them. Too many for them to take. They're goin' to retreat." The orc scout looked very much like it wanted to leave the tent as quickly as he could.

"Retreat?!" he shouted.

The scout cowered. "Probably better to save what lads they could..." He stopped speaking at a fearsome glance from the captain, and then scurried outside.

Last time I trust that half-wit lieutenant to do a job for me -- assuming he's still alive, that is. Glûtkask planned to give Lushurd a piece of his mind; he figured the wretch could use it.

08-16-2005, 01:43 PM	#11
Encaitare Bittersweet Symphony Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: On the jolly starship Enterprise Posts: 1,814	In the camp remained around one hundred orcs and a captain. Glûtkask had not gone to the battle, having entrusted Lushurd to carry out his instructions. He knew that Lushurd was scarcely cleverer than a pile of dung, but the lieutenant could follow orders. In his tent, he gnawed on a bit of dried meat and squinted at the rough map. When his lads got back, they would take a little rest and then start moving again. They would have to cross the mountains; there was supposed to be a pass through which they could travel. Glûtkask grumbled to himself at the thought of traveling through the mountains in this damnable cold. Not only would it be unpleasant for him, but all of the soldiers would find it unpleasant as well, and they were sure to gripe about it all the way to the other side. Finishing the meat and rummaging in a hairy rucksack for more, he wondered when they'd be getting back. There were only a few of the Elvish scum coming to the valley, so ideally, Lushurd would be bringing the company victoriously back to camp soon, and they'd be off again with a nice high morale. Maybe they'd be in a good enough mood from having bashed the brains out of the enemy that they wouldn't mind the weather so much. As this more optimistic thought crossed his mind, a panting scout burst into the tent. "Captain!" he managed, through his uneven breath. "What? Have you got news from the valley?" By Sauron's hairy toes, it'd better be good, Glûtkask thought. "Yar. They..." "Speak up, scout!" The scout swallowed, and talked quickly. "I was waitin' halfway between the valley an' here, in case there was news. An' then someone came rushin' up to me, told me to take a message back to you. He said things was going fine until out of a door in the mountain came a bunch of Dwarves an' trapped ours between them an' the Elves." Glûtkask growled. "And our lads can't take care of a few Dwarves?" "He said it was somethin' near a score of them. Too many for them to take. They're goin' to retreat." The orc scout looked very much like it wanted to leave the tent as quickly as he could. "Retreat?!" he shouted. The scout cowered. "Probably better to save what lads they could..." He stopped speaking at a fearsome glance from the captain, and then scurried outside. Last time I trust that half-wit lieutenant to do a job for me -- assuming he's still alive, that is. Glûtkask planned to give Lushurd a piece of his mind; he figured the wretch could use it. Last edited by Encaitare; 08-17-2005 at 11:59 PM.