An orc in the jail

[Arvemor]

*Whonk! Whonk!*
Krazen falls down after his seventh attempt, rubbing his skull. "Owie," he says. He looks up at the iron door in a somewhat sullen fashion and plans his next move.

"Herrrooooo....?" he calls. "Meh nub wanna beh here anymore!" Krazen picks up the heavy depot and smashes it against the door. It doesn't budge. "Meh didn't do dem fings! All dose crimes! Herro!?" The large brute looks around and paces around the room, which is scattered with ham legbones, cookie crumbs and... other organic matter. The huge axes on the wall are bent and broken, from where the orc has attempted to remove them from the wall, though he has, quite obviously failed.
Whilst the orc *is* in jail, it appears his captors were unable to produce a key for a cell, and thus, locked him in the front hall. The orc's temporary civility has worn thin, it appears, and muffled hollering can be heard from the room with no windows.
"It smells in here! Dere's no water and da cookies are all GONE!" Krazen turns and sits on the depot sadly, and rests his head in his hands.

[Morbius]

As the hollerings appear heard by a passing orc, perhaps familiar to the imprisoned Krazen as an amused "Hur!" leaves the mouth of the passer by. "Krazen! Whub yoo doin dere? And why it smell so funneh..." The orc ugly face appears to lighten up, but it is rather hard to tell from his jutting featured and thuggish look. "Tell yoo whub... meh give yoo somefing meh behn workin' on, yub. Cheer yoo up all good like." Grimghor reaches into his filthy bad, a series of squelching and popping sounds hears as he pulls a stained and sodden fabric pouch out, waving it tantalizingly, murky droplets raining upon the door, and himself. He does not seem bothered by them however."Meh made yar faaaavorateee." Grimghor grins brightly, clearly proud of his handy work, passing it through the bars of the door to Krazen. "Beh Gnome Stroganoff, wiv sprinkling ob hair from ogre arse! Oh, and meh threw in sum Troll noses, just how yoo like dehm bruddah!"

[Arvemor]

Krazen quickly dives onto the ground at Grimghor's approach. He then calls loudly, "Meh was onleh sleeptalkin'! No need for food from Grimghor!" Krazen proceeds to fake snore loudly. The dripping sack does little to ease the smell in the room however, and soon the orc is coughing and sputtering in his "sleep".

[wolfsword]

Samuel walks by in town, remembering that Krazen was in jail now. He got a little something from his depot, and went over to the jail.

"Uh... Krazen? Me got food."

[Olaf Tingvatn]

Turga walks by with, what looks like, a wolf pelt strapped to his back, occasional yet dark voiced baby babble can be heard coming from the wolf pelt. As he hears Krazens yells he gives the guard a strangely gentle smile Mebbeh yuu shudd gib bruddah food, yeh? he asks politely before digging into the leather bag hanging down by his side. He hands the guard some items wrapped in dirty and blood stained wolf fur then smile sheepishly Gib dat to bruddah...so he nub hab hangur and staff, yeh?" The guards nostrils quivers lightly and his face turns a bit white as he takes the wrapped items. His eyes darts to the wolf pelt on his back and his face turns pale white as he nods slowly then turns around walking into the jail on wobbly legs. Turga grins broadly as he tilts his head a back a bit towards the wolf pelt hurrr...puneh oomin nub can handul da smell ob whelps.. he says in a low voice then chuckles hoarsely to himself as he wanders due north.

[Arvemor]

The inside of the jail is quiet now, as Krazen sits munching quietly with various foods. The sweets Sam brought are now but a pile of crumbs, and Turga's meat is nearly just gnawed bones. Grimghor's creation is left untouched.
-several hours later-
"Krazen innocent!" More clanging. "Meh want trial! Meh want trial!"

[Sir Gnar]

- Looking to be heading towards the north gate, an orc heavily covered in dark armor approaches a window..


~ Calling to the orc inside to come near the window "ehh yooh, come ere' yub" completely disregarding the guards polite requests to move along he looks around inside until he spots the orc, "bruddah Krazen!" snarling a bit, he seems agitated to see the orc being kept against his will, lifting his visor now and speaking quietly "bruddah Krazen tell Slug fore why dem imprison, how dare, whub could yooh hab done ehh?" looks around suspiciously before leaning his ear towards the window...