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Not much time is gone and the smoke of the battlefield, Troll's Bane is nearly gone. There is a picture of calamity left. Some injured people lie on the ground, whine for help. Next to them the bodys of dead soldiers. Corbies and other birds are drawing circles in the air.
After the surivers bandaged their wounds they walk outside and search the field for friends, family, usefull and valuable Stuff.
During one of the proud orcs ambles trough the left chaos he pick up a heavey helmet. It looks nice, surely scaring the opposite. Two big goat horns was placed at the side, but now is one broken. It is Murgo's helmet, you cognize. The armor part is heavely dented and the shiny metall is covered with dryed blood. Until Murgo went out to scout the enemies rows nobody saw him again. Waht happaned to him? Is he one of the unspeakable casualties, or just lost in the trouble of war?
Lost in the Trouble of War
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Turga wanders trough the still burning ruins kicking suspicious lumps on the ground to see if it is of any value, when he sees a strangely familiar helmet laying on the ground. With a curious look on his face he gets down on his left knee then picks up the helmet with both hands, his black and tired eyes dance over the features of the helmet. His left hand finger strokes the end of the broken goat horn Murgo.. he mumbles to himself as he looks at the big dent and dried blood, getting to his feet he puts the battered helmet in his leather bag. With thoughtfull frown on his face he scans the battered barricades, the last thing he can remember was Murgo saying something about scouting the enemy ranks. Ignoring the moans and groans of the wounded he walks in the direction of where he last saw Murgo, with his body still dripping with blood and sweat he begins searching the ground outside for Murgo's footprints
After seeing Knak'gash at the Theater, Krull examines himself in the water. His warpaint, streaked with blood, soot and ash. He looked quite a sight! Krull bends down and washes his face, splashing the blood and grime from himself.
Refreshed and still kneeling, he offers a prayer.
"Father, hear meh joor 'umble servant! Dank Joo for da many mercies and blessings joo gib joor children dis day! Blessing us during da Assault, and favoring us during battle! What a glorious day!"
"Please, continue to favor us dis day and da next, as weh prepare for da next wave of combat in dis besieged city! Da Prince is nub gone yet, but weh prays he beh beaten back soons!"
Krull finishes his prayer in silence, brow furrowing in reverence. When he's done, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and rises. He gathers his bag and equipment and heads back toward the city, when he sees Turga coming out of the gates.
"Bruddah! Whub joo doing?" he asks.
Refreshed and still kneeling, he offers a prayer.
"Father, hear meh joor 'umble servant! Dank Joo for da many mercies and blessings joo gib joor children dis day! Blessing us during da Assault, and favoring us during battle! What a glorious day!"
"Please, continue to favor us dis day and da next, as weh prepare for da next wave of combat in dis besieged city! Da Prince is nub gone yet, but weh prays he beh beaten back soons!"
Krull finishes his prayer in silence, brow furrowing in reverence. When he's done, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and rises. He gathers his bag and equipment and heads back toward the city, when he sees Turga coming out of the gates.
"Bruddah! Whub joo doing?" he asks.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Meh lookin for Murgo he replies then reaches into his leatherbag pulling a battered and bloodstained helmet out. Dis beh Murgo's helmut..he said he go scaout da oomin invaidurs ranks. Meh dink somding happun to him.. He says while looking out over the battlefield with his black and tired eyes squinted slightly We hab to faind our brudda, meh dink he beh in trabbul Then he looks back to Krull with a little grin on his face Mebbeh we can smash som staff whail we look for him, yeh?
Krull grins at Turga's bloodthirsty words.
"Yubba, weh go find Murgo" Krull says as he glances around the snow. A set of Orc footprints can be seen heading to the south. "Dis way bruddah" and the two of them begin to head south...South in the direction the Prince of Salkamar had just retreated.
"Mehbe weh can find dose catapults too, yub?" Krull asks.
"Yubba, weh go find Murgo" Krull says as he glances around the snow. A set of Orc footprints can be seen heading to the south. "Dis way bruddah" and the two of them begin to head south...South in the direction the Prince of Salkamar had just retreated.
"Mehbe weh can find dose catapults too, yub?" Krull asks.
~ It was dark and cold inside here. A little rat, or is it a mouse(?), shoos arround a bigger stone. ~
Now a day was gone, since the Battle was over and the spoor in the snow is gone since a while. It seems, that nobody know's where Murgo is and if he is alive. Or someone just don't care about telling you?
And during the orcs are searching for their friend, the town of trolls Bane tries to reform the defensiveness of the walls and barricades. They leak their wounds like a bashed dog, who was able to outrun the superiority of Prince Lonewood one more time. The orcs know, they should walk back and tell the foolish humans waht to do now. Without the force and know how of the honorable orcish army they are not able to hold out one more day...
Now a day was gone, since the Battle was over and the spoor in the snow is gone since a while. It seems, that nobody know's where Murgo is and if he is alive. Or someone just don't care about telling you?
And during the orcs are searching for their friend, the town of trolls Bane tries to reform the defensiveness of the walls and barricades. They leak their wounds like a bashed dog, who was able to outrun the superiority of Prince Lonewood one more time. The orcs know, they should walk back and tell the foolish humans waht to do now. Without the force and know how of the honorable orcish army they are not able to hold out one more day...
Murgo's open eyes, just seeing darkness. He sniffles, there was nothing to smell. He feels his tounge hanging out of is mouth, tasting like the ink, wich the oomies paint with. He inhalates the rheumy air, recognizing the giant headache he had. He narrows his eyes and grumbles, there should be a axe in is head, he thinked. He tries to move his arms, try to prove this theory, they don't react. What happaned? He can't remember. Where I'm? I don't know. It looks like a cave. But its not homelike, it's cold and wet here. This can't be the orc-cave. It must be a foolish attempt to dig a cave.
Then he rembered some happanings in the past. There were flying ball's of fire in the air. They crashed all arround him. He screemed in panic. The nameless guy next to him got a directly hit, dieing wit a despaired yell. In his hands the broadsword...
Then he rembered some happanings in the past. There were flying ball's of fire in the air. They crashed all arround him. He screemed in panic. The nameless guy next to him got a directly hit, dieing wit a despaired yell. In his hands the broadsword...
Crunching snow...cool windy chills....clatter of bones....
Sounds of winter in the southern forest, yet they did not frighten Krull. Steam coming from his lips, he pauses to look at the snow. Freshly fallen snow had all but obscured the tracks. Aside from the snow, Krull relied upon the small bots of broken twigs and branches along the trail.
Sniff....sniff....Krull massive green nose tastes the air. Wrinkling his brow, he picks up an ever slight scent of Orc. Orcs have a distinctive smell, especially ones that have been burned a little in battle. Sniff...sniff...he tastes the air again. "Yes" he thought, "from the south!"
Knowing he must be getting closer, Krull quickens his pace, breaking branches in his path. The sounds of bones seems to be all around him now, but he doesn't care. How dare someone kidnap an Orc, his brother, and soldier in arms.
His eyesight narrows now, the scent becoming stronger. Over a fallen log, and across a small brook, he stops a moment to survey the scene. Sniff...sniff..."east now...very close" he thought. He runs along the brook, relying on instinct now, the tracks long gone, but Murgo's scent hangs in the air like a halflings feet.
He stops again. Sniff..sniff...the smell seems to be coming from an outcropping by the brook. A small cave, not much bigger than he is.
Cautiously, he approaches the cave and peers inside. He whispers "Murgo...Are joo hurt?" His eyes barely adjusted to the darkness within when he sees a bundle in the back. It smells like Murgo, so Krull crawls inside and tries to touch the bundle. "Murgo...Is dat joo?" he asks.
Sounds of winter in the southern forest, yet they did not frighten Krull. Steam coming from his lips, he pauses to look at the snow. Freshly fallen snow had all but obscured the tracks. Aside from the snow, Krull relied upon the small bots of broken twigs and branches along the trail.
Sniff....sniff....Krull massive green nose tastes the air. Wrinkling his brow, he picks up an ever slight scent of Orc. Orcs have a distinctive smell, especially ones that have been burned a little in battle. Sniff...sniff...he tastes the air again. "Yes" he thought, "from the south!"
Knowing he must be getting closer, Krull quickens his pace, breaking branches in his path. The sounds of bones seems to be all around him now, but he doesn't care. How dare someone kidnap an Orc, his brother, and soldier in arms.
His eyesight narrows now, the scent becoming stronger. Over a fallen log, and across a small brook, he stops a moment to survey the scene. Sniff...sniff..."east now...very close" he thought. He runs along the brook, relying on instinct now, the tracks long gone, but Murgo's scent hangs in the air like a halflings feet.
He stops again. Sniff..sniff...the smell seems to be coming from an outcropping by the brook. A small cave, not much bigger than he is.
Cautiously, he approaches the cave and peers inside. He whispers "Murgo...Are joo hurt?" His eyes barely adjusted to the darkness within when he sees a bundle in the back. It smells like Murgo, so Krull crawls inside and tries to touch the bundle. "Murgo...Is dat joo?" he asks.
The darkness wasn't gone now. That wasn't good, there should be a light somewhere, even a little sparkle. But he saw nothing. Then he moved his tounge, making a "BlBlBl..". That hurts into his head, wehre the axe should be if there would be an axe. His arm moved slowly to his head, grabbing arround. No axe, definitely.
A man in shiny armor stumbles into Murgos sword, dieng with big frantically eyes. Murgo turns arround, runnig back to the barricades. Thunders was trhown over his shoulders. Their sounds burst the air next to Murgos head. He jumped... yelling in fear of the magic missiles.
Then he heared someone whispering: Murgo...Is dat joo?". In hurry, Murgo looks arround, again, just black. Then he feels grabbed by big strong hands at his arm. He falls in panic, trying to attack the invisble. But his moves are weak and infirm, and he babbles in fear: "BlBlBl.." Then he feel's that he was hauled up to the a broad shoulder and carried away.
The barricades burst, and wooden splitters pattering against his armor. Then he hered the growl of chief Krull. The sign to advance! Murgo jumped on his feed and joined into the growling orchestra of the chief and his brothers next to him. The enemie soldiers turned arround in panic as the orcs run them over like berserks.
Unable to speak clearly Murgo fall into silence. Arround him the voices of his brothers. Krull, Turga and Knak' gash. He felt save and cared. The prudent shaman Kna'gash inspects Murgo. "He poisoned is, yes he is. And he nub see anymore, nub." Then Murgo falls asleep.
A man in shiny armor stumbles into Murgos sword, dieng with big frantically eyes. Murgo turns arround, runnig back to the barricades. Thunders was trhown over his shoulders. Their sounds burst the air next to Murgos head. He jumped... yelling in fear of the magic missiles.
Then he heared someone whispering: Murgo...Is dat joo?". In hurry, Murgo looks arround, again, just black. Then he feels grabbed by big strong hands at his arm. He falls in panic, trying to attack the invisble. But his moves are weak and infirm, and he babbles in fear: "BlBlBl.." Then he feel's that he was hauled up to the a broad shoulder and carried away.
The barricades burst, and wooden splitters pattering against his armor. Then he hered the growl of chief Krull. The sign to advance! Murgo jumped on his feed and joined into the growling orchestra of the chief and his brothers next to him. The enemie soldiers turned arround in panic as the orcs run them over like berserks.
Unable to speak clearly Murgo fall into silence. Arround him the voices of his brothers. Krull, Turga and Knak' gash. He felt save and cared. The prudent shaman Kna'gash inspects Murgo. "He poisoned is, yes he is. And he nub see anymore, nub." Then Murgo falls asleep.
He walked into the outskirts of the town. Scouting for the defended Invaders. Then he reaches the Southern Forrest and it looked like, the Invaders stopped their mission for a while. No hint about them. That was good, he thinked. But in the next situation ther was a rumbeling to hear behind the shrubbery. With a surprised grunt, Murgo rises his axe, then waiting in silence...
Murgo grumbles bored. If there was nothing to see, there was nothing to do. His body was allmost fine again, but he was still not able to use his eyes. The black curtain was gone, and a mixed show of light and dark greyness was left. So Murgo bandaged his eyes, it was too horrible for him to see only little parts. Now it was black again, but he feels better.
... then a giant rabbit stumbles out of the shrubbery. His big dull eyes was looking into Murgo's. It makes a step tp the side and falls down with a cheep, then it started to vibrate his legs. Don't reacting anymore on Murgo. He licks his lips and let sunk his Axe, sitting down and grabbing the giant rabbit.
It was a meal, worth the big victory hours before. Then there was nothing more to remeber, in Murgos head. All in all he decidet to don't eat such loony rabbits again.
This was really bad. Murgo lost his eyes, he wasn't able to hunt. He wasn't able to fight. In wich way he should be a usefull part of the Clan? Now he was just wasting the rare food and goods for the winter. The Clan will have a big afford to feed Murgo like a... like... The Clan don't feed useless things, they have to look on their own. Otherwise they will be hungry the whole winter.
So Murgo started to pray his god and father of all orcs, asking for healing. With the support of the prudent shaman Kna'gash he forms rituals and prays every day. Full of hope, waiting for healing. Then the shaman opens the bandages every day, looking if the eyes are healty again.
Murgo grumbles bored. If there was nothing to see, there was nothing to do. His body was allmost fine again, but he was still not able to use his eyes. The black curtain was gone, and a mixed show of light and dark greyness was left. So Murgo bandaged his eyes, it was too horrible for him to see only little parts. Now it was black again, but he feels better.
... then a giant rabbit stumbles out of the shrubbery. His big dull eyes was looking into Murgo's. It makes a step tp the side and falls down with a cheep, then it started to vibrate his legs. Don't reacting anymore on Murgo. He licks his lips and let sunk his Axe, sitting down and grabbing the giant rabbit.
It was a meal, worth the big victory hours before. Then there was nothing more to remeber, in Murgos head. All in all he decidet to don't eat such loony rabbits again.
This was really bad. Murgo lost his eyes, he wasn't able to hunt. He wasn't able to fight. In wich way he should be a usefull part of the Clan? Now he was just wasting the rare food and goods for the winter. The Clan will have a big afford to feed Murgo like a... like... The Clan don't feed useless things, they have to look on their own. Otherwise they will be hungry the whole winter.
So Murgo started to pray his god and father of all orcs, asking for healing. With the support of the prudent shaman Kna'gash he forms rituals and prays every day. Full of hope, waiting for healing. Then the shaman opens the bandages every day, looking if the eyes are healty again.
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Knak' gash
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As he headed to the human capital, a rush of thoughs crossed the mind of the old orc, as a lighting in a dark night. His brothers fighting a proud battle while he wasn't there, his enemies falling so his broether, and for what, for saving a group of weak and coward humans that lived with no honor and no cause? He grunt to himself, as his old hand tighten around the sword that was crying, like in there it was the answer... honor and war, we live and die for it.
Copassion wasn't one of his virtues, or defects as he saw it, but his brother, an able warrior, a follower of Father, and a trustable friend, walking in that state, as if a gigant mist was covering the darkness of the cave in his eyes, make him show a frown of disgust. "good brudah, bad thing da sight nub be, Father looks on those who fight well, and give us glorios battle, but make us unuseful, hard task fur young orc to bear, yes..." with slow movements, he reached Murgo, his old and at times shivering hand went to his shoulder, making a small effort to make his sit on a fur, as he took out the bandages of his eyes, only a grunt of annoyance came from the old orc, as still his work was unsuccesful.
There it was, the gray walls tuned into a mess of ash and coal, as some parts of it try to mantain his previous proudness, with few success, the splints of wood and stone chips making an uneasy floor for a warrior to walk, still something that brough many memories, and many of those were good, when he was an able warrior, not just a shadow of his former self. As he maked an effort to gaze far from the walls the battle still was taking his bloody course, as many humans fighted other humans, not a bad view if someone had asked at a different moment. As he rushed around the walls, sword tightly holded in his hand, only an objetive was in his mind. If he had to fall, at least he want to proudly fall colse to his brothers, not just around those cowards humans that walked scared behind the barricades and make big screams as if their deeds require any other payment than good death.
As he closed the bandages back, his shivering hands making slow and unprecise movements, the dislike on his brother situation only made him already unexpressive face come more unexpresive. How Father would let a good warrior with such a discapability troubled his mind, he know very well that Father gives orcs a glorious death after a good battle, or in some strange cases, let them be old enough to help his brothers in times of need, but this wasn't the case, a young and mighty warrior like this... "Father is testing us, yes... we show our strengh now, not in battle, yes... but after, yes... brudah needs to heal, brudah needs to bear heavt burden brudah now has, yes... now we pray to father, to show that we can lift the burden, yes..." As the old shaman said this, his steps were heading heading towards the holy mountain, he know very well that Murgo didn't want help by beng leaded there, an orc is proud, even in sickness. As the Shaman headed there, Murgo steps were heared clumbsily behind his, heading the same direction.
-Father will hear us, yes... you will see young brudah...
Copassion wasn't one of his virtues, or defects as he saw it, but his brother, an able warrior, a follower of Father, and a trustable friend, walking in that state, as if a gigant mist was covering the darkness of the cave in his eyes, make him show a frown of disgust. "good brudah, bad thing da sight nub be, Father looks on those who fight well, and give us glorios battle, but make us unuseful, hard task fur young orc to bear, yes..." with slow movements, he reached Murgo, his old and at times shivering hand went to his shoulder, making a small effort to make his sit on a fur, as he took out the bandages of his eyes, only a grunt of annoyance came from the old orc, as still his work was unsuccesful.
There it was, the gray walls tuned into a mess of ash and coal, as some parts of it try to mantain his previous proudness, with few success, the splints of wood and stone chips making an uneasy floor for a warrior to walk, still something that brough many memories, and many of those were good, when he was an able warrior, not just a shadow of his former self. As he maked an effort to gaze far from the walls the battle still was taking his bloody course, as many humans fighted other humans, not a bad view if someone had asked at a different moment. As he rushed around the walls, sword tightly holded in his hand, only an objetive was in his mind. If he had to fall, at least he want to proudly fall colse to his brothers, not just around those cowards humans that walked scared behind the barricades and make big screams as if their deeds require any other payment than good death.
As he closed the bandages back, his shivering hands making slow and unprecise movements, the dislike on his brother situation only made him already unexpressive face come more unexpresive. How Father would let a good warrior with such a discapability troubled his mind, he know very well that Father gives orcs a glorious death after a good battle, or in some strange cases, let them be old enough to help his brothers in times of need, but this wasn't the case, a young and mighty warrior like this... "Father is testing us, yes... we show our strengh now, not in battle, yes... but after, yes... brudah needs to heal, brudah needs to bear heavt burden brudah now has, yes... now we pray to father, to show that we can lift the burden, yes..." As the old shaman said this, his steps were heading heading towards the holy mountain, he know very well that Murgo didn't want help by beng leaded there, an orc is proud, even in sickness. As the Shaman headed there, Murgo steps were heared clumbsily behind his, heading the same direction.
-Father will hear us, yes... you will see young brudah...
With a kind of teariness Murgo listens to the bang of the drum, produceing a loud though simple rhythm. He grabbed into the darkness, getting a fur into his hands. The goat baas disgusted, druing it was elevated upon the altar for the orc-father. This could be foolish, if the ritual did not work, the tribe will be hungry for nothing during this winter. In a other way, Murgo knows about the sacrifice, which his brothers and sisthers are willing to do for him. This goat was not just a sacrifice of a goat, it was the sign off the whole tribe to help Murgo. A collective pray to moshran, to show him, that the orctribe will be taff. They will be firm, don't care about the kind of perusal was sended to them.
The goat dies without a noise, and Murgo smells and feels the warm blood which flows over his hands and the altar. The warm blood feels like hot wather outside of the cave, on the top of the mountain. Then Murgo starts to yell out. Putting all his mind and feeling of the last weeks into the growl. Drown the powerfull sound of the drum and maybee hearable for the gods of Illarion too.
Knak'gash rises his head with hopefull eyes, watching the goatblood which becomes black instead of red...
The goat dies without a noise, and Murgo smells and feels the warm blood which flows over his hands and the altar. The warm blood feels like hot wather outside of the cave, on the top of the mountain. Then Murgo starts to yell out. Putting all his mind and feeling of the last weeks into the growl. Drown the powerfull sound of the drum and maybee hearable for the gods of Illarion too.
Knak'gash rises his head with hopefull eyes, watching the goatblood which becomes black instead of red...
Murgo yelled.
Knak'gash scratches his nose for a moment then he recognized taht it wasn't a yell. It was a shout of Pain which comes out of Murgos throat. Affright, he jumped to his feet, leaveing the drum and in the next Moment he stands behind Murgo, pressing his fist against his chest and the other one against his back. He starts to mumbeling migthy words enunciating in the old dialect of the orcish language.
Then Murgo feeled the hot blood of the goat flowing down his hands. Arms. Schoulder. Neck, it flows up to his head! Murgo was unable to move, the sucrificed goat risen in the air. Next the hot blood flows over his cheeks, reaching his bandaged eyes. In the next Momemt his eyes tunred into fire, his yell truns into a shout of pain. It was feling like the goat-blood burns his eyes out. Then his mind went silent and he should wake up after houres again.
Murgo opens his eyes. He looks into the face of Knak'gash. The old orc smiles contently at him.
Knak'gash scratches his nose for a moment then he recognized taht it wasn't a yell. It was a shout of Pain which comes out of Murgos throat. Affright, he jumped to his feet, leaveing the drum and in the next Moment he stands behind Murgo, pressing his fist against his chest and the other one against his back. He starts to mumbeling migthy words enunciating in the old dialect of the orcish language.
Then Murgo feeled the hot blood of the goat flowing down his hands. Arms. Schoulder. Neck, it flows up to his head! Murgo was unable to move, the sucrificed goat risen in the air. Next the hot blood flows over his cheeks, reaching his bandaged eyes. In the next Momemt his eyes tunred into fire, his yell truns into a shout of pain. It was feling like the goat-blood burns his eyes out. Then his mind went silent and he should wake up after houres again.
Murgo opens his eyes. He looks into the face of Knak'gash. The old orc smiles contently at him.