--------------------------------Isengard Time---------------------------------
Real time is: Sun May 06 16:49:55 2007 - Elendor time is
Nighttime on a Clear Winter Monday, December 20, 3040
The Moon's Phase is: new
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Orcish Campsite
This is a small orcish encampment, The camp consists of a few scattered tents which have been placed around an small open
area where a fire has been lit. The camp has a few guards positioned on the outer edges and much detail has been added in
trying to camouflage the camp from the outside.

The camp is filled with various warriors and snagas, moving around while attending to the duties given to them.

Participants:
Gnarsh
Shryuk
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Deep within the Caves of Isengard, the winter's cold radiates downwards from above. The cave ceiling drips endlessly, bringing with it hints of rain or snow from the surface. The smell drifting through the cavern's is foul. Garbage and rotting flesh mingle, creating a strange perfume unique to the world of the Uruk.

On this eve, a small gathering of Uruk prepares. Tents are being packed, weapons are being sharpened, and provisions are being stowed. Gathered with them, Gnarsh sits, working upon his axe, carefully strapping leather around the handle just below the junction of the blade.

The armorsmith, Shyruk, paces the camps outskirts in attempt to oversee everything. "Bundle them tents together tighter." He runs into a orc who is working upon his axe and growls "You, why do you not pack....who's tribe are you in so I can report you to your chieftain. Pray that you're not under my command. For I am the new Captain of the Hammer Clan."

Lifting his head slowly, Gnarsh draws his lips back into a smile, or perhaps it could be better called a sneer. "The Bear's /are/ ready with little effort," he says in a low voice. "Unless of course we are expected to cover for the laziness of the the other clans."

Rising upwards, lowering both his weapon and his arms to his side, the Uruk-Hai. "Report what you will, and then when you're done, tell me what you want."

"The bear clan," Shryuk laughs softly. "The bears are in shambles, so should you choose to come work for the strudy hammers come and speak with me personally I'll take care of you. However, I will not tolerate you making a mockery of my clan." He growls again and draws his hammer "Understood?"

Gnarsh snorts harshly, and tightens his grip upon his axe. "The lower rungs of one ladder is no different than any other." His eyes narrow and he leans forward, "Unless you are offering some benefit to move under the banner of the Hammer."

A laugh follows as the Apprentice Engineer steps back. "I only speak what I see, no offense intended."

"True, however it's not always what you see. It's what others see as well. If others see that the captain of the Hammer company has taken a liking to you, they might not be as hard on you..." The captain slings his weapon into the small ring at his waist. Watching aprehensively, Shryuk wipes sweat from his brow.

Eyeing the Captain carefully, he lowers his shoulders slightly, "I'll think about it," he finally says in a low tone. Glancing around the cavern as others move about preparing, he narrows his eyes. "But I'll deny I said that should it get back to my own Clan. I like my head in its current location."

"suit yourself, however don't bother me with the petie troubles of your own clan." His armor chinks as he moves away and barks orders at another few snaga who've been slacking on their work for packing.