Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 4:40 pm
Grid: P-19
Karond Kar the Tower of Despair, former Kingdom of Ankoria
Ten minutes past. Throg lead his band of orcs up through a winding pathway in the camp. The jagged rocks split the landscape all around them. It gave the camp the appearance of slums from some great city, orc and goblin shanties stood perched precariously on each rock, with mounds of garbage in between. For a moment, Throg looked over at the Shadow Knight camp enviously, before grunting and turning back to his troops.
They had begun to set up four tents, three long ones in a row and a smaller square one behind them. Each tent was of Black Falcon make, their previous occupants would have no need of them any longer. Each was large enough to comfortably house ten of the hulking orcs and all of their equipment. The fourth tent was Throg’s, anyone else who might have wanted that much extra space could come and ask for it…
“Oi Sklob n’ Frob! Get over here” Throg muttered looking around for his lieutenants.
“What be the problem boss?” Grunted Frob.
Frob was the second biggest orc in the band, he looked bigger because he was encased in ebony euro armour, a heavily notched axe dragged in the dirt behind him. The other orc lieutenant, Sklob was the third biggest orc there. He had plain leather armour and a wicked longbow strung across his back. Both orcs were loyal to Throg, but if he should show a lot of weakness for some reason, he didn’t doubt they wouldn’t hesitate to put a dagger in his back. The only orc in living and unliving memory to not have to rely on fear was long dead.
“What be yer wantin’ boss?” Asked Sklob walking over.
“I’s gonna go walk around the camp n’ see the condition of our new allies.” Replied Throg.
The two orcs and another close enough to hear the conversation all blinked, few orcs could keep a sentence going for that long without sounding unintelligent. “If ye say so boss.” Replied Sklob.
“I wants you to come with me though.” Said Throg as he turned to leave.
“If ye wantin’ that, then sure.” Said Sklob throwing down a sack.
“Frob?”
“Boss?”
“Guard the camp, most of these orcs dun’t look like the trustful type, Stick any of dem who have butter fingers.” With that Throg turned to leave.
Frob smiled “If ye say so boss.”
Karond Kar the Tower of Despair, former Kingdom of Ankoria
Ten minutes past. Throg lead his band of orcs up through a winding pathway in the camp. The jagged rocks split the landscape all around them. It gave the camp the appearance of slums from some great city, orc and goblin shanties stood perched precariously on each rock, with mounds of garbage in between. For a moment, Throg looked over at the Shadow Knight camp enviously, before grunting and turning back to his troops.
They had begun to set up four tents, three long ones in a row and a smaller square one behind them. Each tent was of Black Falcon make, their previous occupants would have no need of them any longer. Each was large enough to comfortably house ten of the hulking orcs and all of their equipment. The fourth tent was Throg’s, anyone else who might have wanted that much extra space could come and ask for it…
“Oi Sklob n’ Frob! Get over here” Throg muttered looking around for his lieutenants.
“What be the problem boss?” Grunted Frob.
Frob was the second biggest orc in the band, he looked bigger because he was encased in ebony euro armour, a heavily notched axe dragged in the dirt behind him. The other orc lieutenant, Sklob was the third biggest orc there. He had plain leather armour and a wicked longbow strung across his back. Both orcs were loyal to Throg, but if he should show a lot of weakness for some reason, he didn’t doubt they wouldn’t hesitate to put a dagger in his back. The only orc in living and unliving memory to not have to rely on fear was long dead.
“What be yer wantin’ boss?” Asked Sklob walking over.
“I’s gonna go walk around the camp n’ see the condition of our new allies.” Replied Throg.
The two orcs and another close enough to hear the conversation all blinked, few orcs could keep a sentence going for that long without sounding unintelligent. “If ye say so boss.” Replied Sklob.
“I wants you to come with me though.” Said Throg as he turned to leave.
“If ye wantin’ that, then sure.” Said Sklob throwing down a sack.
“Frob?”
“Boss?”
“Guard the camp, most of these orcs dun’t look like the trustful type, Stick any of dem who have butter fingers.” With that Throg turned to leave.
Frob smiled “If ye say so boss.”