Thread: Angmar

With disgusted relish, the ugly grey-skinned orc spat a heavy gob onto the ground. Yak! I can still taste the needles of that disgusting beast, or whatever it was. Whats the boss thinkin, bringin us to a dump like this? Theres better game yonder south, I tell ya. His companion, a squatter but thicker of limb orc, shook his head. You shut your damn mouth maggot, before the higher ups hear. That beast was a gift of the Dark One so best keep your protests to yourself. Dont you know things is changing? They dont settle for that sort of talk anymore. Bugger the bosses. The first orc said. I want some real meat, not this garbage they fetch up on a whimsy and give to us as gifts . Are you blind or just stupid? Whats one little walk into the woods there going to do? Well be back before you can pick the needles from your brain. Theyll have us up on report, damn you. And then itll be for the pits. Little Snaga over there, him and his buddies are watchers of the boss. The second orc said, looking at a nearby trio huddling over something disgusting on the ground. Eating actual maggots, no doubt. Fucking slave grub. And listeners too, if youre deaf alongside being blind and stupid. One of them said back when addressed. And if you big shitforbrains are done arguing, youll be hearing it too. Listen! All five of them fell silent, jerking their heads like birds, listening. And they heard it. A faint cry, off in the woods just to the south like the first orc kept saying. Something was there, nearby. A thrush. Maybe more. Maybe a few they could shoot out of the trees and have some pies to feast on. They all had visions of fresh meat, raw, ripping apart in their yellow fanged teeth. Quick and easy, just like I said. Said the first orc, clutching a throwing knife and peering at its tip intently. That bird wont know what hit it. Now you maggots stay back and give me some room. Ill sneak up on the beast and gut it. Not altogether now, or youll scare it. And then Ill be having your ears and nose in a soup to fill my belly instead! Elvon of the West Thromi Shortbeard Nan Angmar When the five orcs broke off, two large and three small, it was time for their distraction to run back to safety. Thromi was waiting for her and grinned when Moira returned. Thats it! They believe you and theyre coming. Come on, lets get back into position. Good work. He said, nudging her shoulder with a smile. Careful not to rustle his armour too much, he moved to the allotted ambush spot, and waited. He clutched his axe in two hands. Finally, he would get to use it. Yet despite the approach of the orcs, it was deathly quiet. The orcs moved like well trained hunters, not making a sound. Even Elvons ears could scarcely detect them. This was their element, under cover of darkness, sneaking around in the night. But if they couldnt hear them, they could certainly smell them, and it was like a sewage pipe had been opened in the tree trunks above. The orc moved into the clearing with jerking movements, looking this way and that, sniffing. And sniffing a lot. Suspicion was in his expression. Something was wrong here. He straightened to his full height, turned, and was about to shout a warning to his fellows. Elvon rose out of the murky trees like a ghost, eyes gleaming in the dark with a fury. He stepped behind the orc, sword clutched with both hands, and promptly struck down the foul beast with a slash across its back. The orc fell heavily on its knees and slumped forward, dead. Elvon side stepped behind a tree and crouched in the bush. The other orcs arrived, hearing the sound. Ay, you must have caught a big one with that noise! Where- one of them snapped loudly in congratulations, until they came upon the corpse. They all paused, shocked by the scene, grabbing their weapons. The big one came over and leaned over the first. Oy, you taking a nap? He demanded, kicking the other. The other three sniffed, like the self-eating cannibals they no doubt were. They smelled dead flesh. This was even better! He done tripped and cracked his empty shell! One of them laughed and they all came forward to prod, despoil, and loot. Their backs were to the others. Now was the chance to strike!