Elendor Info

  • Increase font size
  • Default font size
  • Decrease font size
Logs

What Hand was that?

Tags: Buugoc,  Logoz,  Bal'Dyak

Short Summary: The mighty Horde of Moria's Flame camps near the Old Forest Road. King Buugoc, the Trollshaw Orc Logoz, and the Isen Captain Bal'Dyak talk plans and politics.
Date (real-life): 2011-11-06
Scene Location: Old Forest Road
Date (in-game): 3054-5-16
Time of Day: Before Dawn
Weather: Spring

11/6/2011


Old Forest Road
The wood closes tightly about the ancient path, bottlenecking it into a thin 10 foot wide tunnel. Furry oaks and conifers, tall and spindley at ground level, dominate the wood. All around you is quiet and foreboding, like your appearance interupted the natural course of things.
The cool spring nighttime seems calm enough, if not a bit spooky. The road continues its ancient, sprouting path to the east and west, marked and carved by centuries of hard travel.
Overhead, the thin line of exposed night sky is gloomy and starless.
Contents:
Buugoc
Morian Orc Camp
Orcish Campsite
Logoz
Obvious exits:
SouthWest, NorthWest, East, and West

[Buugoc(#29394)]

     Dawn approaches, though it may be hard to tell in the darkness that is the Forest of Mirkwood, though the sensitive eyes of the Orcs can pick up the subtle differences. Slowly the Orc Horde come to a halt, many of the creatures breathing heavily, others spitting and cursing at the pace. Orcs, Trolls, and Wargs alike begin to prepare their makeshift "camps", some with makeshift tents, others with hardly the rags on their backs.
 
     Moving about the camp is the Gothshaka Buugoc, the foul Orc wears a disgusted look on his face as he walks, his hand resting on the handle of his whip and his guards never far behind.


[Yak]
 
The contingent of Fighting Uruk-Hai maintains a tenuous alliance amidst the massive throng of lesser, wilder, and viler goblins. Split evenly amongst three duties, they march tirelessly - a lead party, a rear-guard, and the most finely-armed near to the Gothshaka and Moria's leadership.

    "Ain't this what 'sposed to be a merchant's path through woods? That'd be some fine fat easy eatin," laughs the Raven Captain Bal'Dyak, the sincerity of his hunger shown in wet dribble upon his chin. "So's what'n this here map be sayin, from what Zutar thinks he know how's to read," replies Barshuk, "I ain't no good fer such." He flexes, showing his better purpose.


[Buugoc(#29394)]

     Looking to Bal'Dyak the Gothshaka says "All will make camp off the road, but we's watch for an easy meal to pass. We's always watch the road." Looking about where the Orcs begin to set camp he shouts "No fires!" looking back to Yak he says "We too close now, eyes be watching us.. Leaf ears." adding emphasis to the word he spits upon the ground.
Skrag has arrived.


[Logoz(#19187)]

Indeed, fromt he foliage emerges one orc at least who seems well used to trees and undergrwoth. Seemingly at ease as he lepas down from a bough, Logoz spits upin the ground and picks his nose idly as he approaches the others. "The path's clear, Boss," says he to Buugoc. "At least fer now. My nose'll know if a leaf-ear comes within miles of this place.."


[Yak]
 
"Your boys without fire, lookn's like ya need my boys more each day" Bal'Dyak replies with cool caution, eyes closing as animal instinct drifts air-sucking nose through the air, "Somebody gotta be the eyes." The Barber of Isengard's secret caves snarls with pride, and his lieutenants beat fists of agreement to their broad chests. "SHAR KU!" they bark in unison.

    He looks to Logoz with militaristic sharp nod, "Smell here ain't so strong, not like that pretty stink 'round the shiny south forest." His nose wrinkles beneath sudden hot eyes, heavy fast breath hissing on his teeth. "Been through these part's afore?" he asks of the wood-orc.


[Buugoc(#29394)]

     "Needing?" says the Gothshaka looking at Yak with one eye he says "We have no fire so as to not let anything else in the woods know we are here.. Yet." Looking to Logoz he says "Good, good." picking at his teeth with a finger he then licks at his teeth and says "We will feast soon. Manflesh."


[Logoz(#19187)]

"It'll be a nice change from squirrel," agrees Logoz, and here he glances to the Isendrim. "I been a fair few places, to be sure. And one forest aint so much different from the next; stinkin' trees and wildlife. But the stink of leaf-ear, ah, that's one you never ferget..."
To Buugoc the Yfelwydan asks: "You got any plans for what we'll do when we get there, boss?"


[Buugoc(#29394)]

     Thinking a moment Buugoc continues to clean his teeth with his finger and then says "The small outlying villages, the little ones. We burn em, we kill em, we put their heads on pikes." laughing aloud he continues "The small villages, all of em. Then we sack their big cities.."
 
A vacant cruel delight loosens Bal'Dyaks features, inspiring lustful words, "The little ones always gots lots of little ones. Them's the special meat, don't get that on no battlefield. No sir. Their screams make boilin' em a show fit for warriors and kings." The broadest of wicked smile splits his lips.


[Yak]

    "They're'll be a nice load of tools and supplies. We can crafts us up some nice trinkets of nastiness to break their city walls. Ifn's they got brains what to even haz them," he adds, returning to crude workings of mind. "We knows them horsemen. We's heard plenty bout them stone-workers, what type men be these from the north, Logoz?" he inquires.


[Buugoc(#29394)]

    Licking his lips the Gothshaka says "The little ones be tender.. slow roasted be the best ways to em." shaking his head he says "We use the Warg Riders to start, send them in to bring out the villages defenses, when they chase we attack the village itself. We kill all of em, and then we kill the men when they come backs."


[Yak]
 
"Then these men be weak, and soft bellied too I bets?" Bal'Dyak asks, drooling all the more. The talk of such fine meats has eased the posture of his mates equally in slobbering desire. "I sees it, rippin limbs away - nuff of you fellas what to yank 'em into quarters," he laughs raucously and long.
    "Figures like them boys what thought they'd get more headin over to the horsemen's lands missed the REAL feast," he says, turning to Zutar and Barshuk, "And who had the smarts to get us in on THIS one? Hoo-RAH!"


[Logoz(#19187)]

A sly leer creases Logoz' features at this, and he snickers as he nods. "At any rate, we aint seen none of them grey-cloaks about, and they're the worst. Don't know much about the horsemen, but the ones who stride around wearing hoods and hanigng with leaf-ears? You don't want to meet 'em."



[Buugoc(#29394)]

     "Whoever it may be, man, leaf-ear, beards, we will kill them all" says the Gothshaka, shaking his head once again "We will burn them all, set their farms, their villages, their forest ablaze!!"


[Yak]
 
The Raven Captain bursts with laughter, shaking his head and waving his hands, "Yer kingships, hold back some fer tomorry! Them slaves'n yourns, they'll be sparkin up a marchin' fire in a minute hearin' you so worked up." He signals his pride and foul but distant kinship, snapping his familiar salute of forearm and fist to chest, nodding his head forward with allegiance.
    
    "I don't fancy nones a single Uruk-Hai to fear any man-child, gray hoods and leaf-ear buddies or no. Pluck pluck go the strings, thunk thunk go the dead," and his jest follows with a fierce slap on Logoz' back - with camaraderie.


[Logoz(#19187)]

This earns a fresh snicker from Logoz, who nods as he fingers the haft of his mace. "Or smash smash goes the skull, when I'm through with 'em. But yeah, we'll have some fun alright. But here now, I still aint heard you tell just where yer from, biggun. You don't wear the badges of the Eye..."


[Buugoc(#29394)]

     The Gothshaka shakes his head, an evil and sly grin on his face as he waits to see how things play out between Bruiser and Bal'Dyak"
 
[Yak]

"My master needs no badge - we are his sign, and finest symbol!" responds Bal'Dyak, but his fervor is hidden once more behind orders. "We march from mighty caves of the mountains, many lands south. We claim distant bloods to Uruk of the Flame, but The Eye will never make me's n mine's slaves! Death is too good for their pathetic kind," he adds.

    Zutar declares, "I pray to the Hand I catch mores of them wanderin' red-stained weasels, torture their secrets right..." His mouth is silenced as Bal'Dyak smacks him back-handed across the jaw. He tumbles to the dirt, and Barshuk cackles.


[Logoz(#19187)]

Logoz watches Zutar fall with a curl of his lip, but his eyes are narrowed to slits as he looked to Bal'Dyak. "I'd have a care not to take them boys of the Eye too lightly, lad. Not that you ain't mighty, o' course, but, them lads from Mordor aint nothing to mess with. Still, that's yer business, not mine. Personally, I don't care whose hide gets peeled so long as no-one tries it with me."

He sniffs then. "Pray to the Hand, yer say? What Hand is that?"

[Buugoc(#29394)]

     As Zutar hits the ground the Gothshaka laughs aloud, shaking his head he says "The Hand.." thinking a moment he continues "Who's hand?"


[Yak]
 
"This fella's own hand if he says another stupid word," Bal'Dyak attempts deception, indicating Zutar as the target by straddling his fellow Uruk-Hai in his fallen position. The Captain's hand fiercely grips hilt of broadsword, and wordlessly he glares down to his Lieutenant. A silent agreement passes, the Captain steps from above him, and leans down to assist with a hand of his own. At full soldier's attention, Zutar salutes his subordinance.

    "A symbol of power. The source of work. A mighty guide. THAT hand," Bal'Dyak offers with snarling graces and seething diplomacy.


[Buugoc(#29394)]

     Looking at Yak's hand the Gothshaka says "A hand? That is your symbol of power?" Laughing aloud he says "I will take fire over a hand.." still laughing he shakes his head.


[Logoz(#19187)]

Logoz watches Bal'Dyak with a fresh leer, and sniffs with a shrug. "Oh, that hand. Sounds handy to me. Your idea, was that?"


[Yak]

 
"Can't says as it was. Maybe my folk lack a bit of yer fire, but you ain't seen just what good hands and smart workin's can build from nothins," Bal'Dyak replies, cautiously crossing arms at his chest, feet solidifying stance more than shoulder-width distant from each other. The toothy glare is wretched, and it bounces between the King of Moria and the Trollshaws traveler.
"What says we not go testin' our hands just yet, mates," he suggests.


[Buugoc(#29394)]

     Laughing again the Gothshaka says "Save your tension for the men." turning about he says "Lets eat something.." and with that he is moving off deeper into the camp.


[Logoz(#19187)]

"Oh, I'm all fer that," nods Logoz, continuing to watch Bal'Dyak with no small amount of suspicion, ere his nostrils wrinkle and he glares into the underbrush. "Oho," he says, half to himself. "Might be having coney tonight..."

And with that he slinks off into the forest whence he came.


Date added: 2011-11-07 21:37:54    Hits: 96
Powered by Sigsiu.NET RSS Feeds