Logfile from Elendor.
Puk slowly crawls out from a pile of dead bodies... and
stands up looking around a little confused he then squeaks and mumbles,
"Not Funny Puk not dead ! PUk was Sleeping!..." a small group pf uruk
chuckle and Puk quietly turns and heads for the nearest camp fire to try and
snag himself some thing to eat.
Roitar continues to stare at the Snaga angerily
"Come on, out with it! What was all the yelling about?" he is growing
impatient very quickly "When I get back you better have a good
answer" turning around he quickly walks off towards the the barrels of
grog, grabbing a neaby mug he withs it up and takes a long refreshing gulp
"Ah! Thats better" he mumbles to himself.
Shimzak notices that the camp seems to have not noticed
the exploding vermin, so he quickly stuffs the remiander down his throat and
scrambles away before anyone can notice him
[Dracgoth(#16333)]
comes scampering along the gorund on all fours
from a tent, He runs along the ground muttering somehting to himslef, as he
reches some other uruks and sits patiently.
[Rukghash]
At the edges of the Morian camp, near the ring of
watchfires, the comes a baying and a squealing. A Shout goes up among the
outlyign guards. "Watch out!" Crash! Something clatter to the ground,
somethign metal clad and heavy. "Skai!" An orc guard groans,
"They're headed for the camp!"
A brown furred creature, short at about knee height with
tusks comes charging into the edge of the Morian camp, bowling over a snaga in
its path. "Grraaaa!" The snaga screams as his knee is shattered by
the boar. Skitter! Scarmp! The boar barrels through the crowd, uncaring as to
its path.
Behind the boar is its chaser: a wolf of grayish fur and
lean. The wolf moves swiftly over the ground, leaping over the fallen snaga and
following hot on the heels of the boar. Snap! Snap! it's muzzle flashes out to
snap at the boar but misses. Bark!
Boar enters the Morian encampment.
Hungry_Wolf enters the Morian encampment.
[Puk(#31625)] Idle
cracking and chewing sounds come from Puk as he watches those who walk
around... His right hand tightly grasping a charred rodent that sadly strayed
into the camp. Munching away happily Puk glances to Roitar and ponders if he
should get a drink as well.
Shimzak dives into the safty of his leanto
[Rukghash]
"Dinner!" A group of orcs yell, stumbling over
each other for their weapons. "A blanket!" Another orc yells, skittering
for his spear. It seems even as the boar and wolf make their way into the camp
ever loudly, orcs begin to take notice and rise up with ideas of their own.
Just then, the boar dashes under a low bench that had been set out - tipping
the orcs planted upon it and spilling them onto the ground.
Roitar is half way through his drink when he notices a
boar come charging through, dropping the mug he quickly yells "Get'm
boyz!" as he runs after the boar, scimitar in hand.
[Dracgoth(#16333)]
Dracgoth see's
the boar and the bear enter the campsite, he immediatly takes out his scimitar
and runs along on all fours with his blade in his hand.
[Rukghash]
The Wolf dodges aside a couple of orcs, snipping,
snapping, biting for the rump of the boar. Clack! Snap! Rrrrrrr! The wolf
misses his biting and emits a low growl in his ever changing, angling runs.
Crish! Crash! Orcs dodge aside the pair of running animals - some trying to
catch them as they pass. As the wolf passes by one group, he lashes out with a
bite - more to try and scare away the orcs than hurt them. Yissh!
Puk ears the words dinner and instinctively wraps his
arms around his roasted rodent... Mumbeling to himself softly,
"Mine..." he then nips at it a bit more somewhat oblivious to what is
going on till he seas the boar running towards him.... And the football team
behind it. Puk's jaw drops and a bit of food tumbles out in the sheer shock of
the sight and then all goes dark.... Trampling sounds.... mushing... the cool
tingle of mud is felt... And once its all over Puk lay on the ground sunk into
the mud half a foot whimpering, "Owe...."
[Ezmakh(#19968)] For a while now Ezmakh sat silently by
the fire, that is if you don't care the sword of rock screeching metal from
huim all that time.Not caring of all that happens around him, the blade of the
Maluuk indeed became sharper than few hours before.
But something finally stirrs up the concentrated gaze of
the Senior Hammerer. Two things to be more exact - the predator and its prey.
Immeidately jumping on his feet with the noise and buste accompanied with these
beasts, he tosses the rock once more and garbs his scimitar in both hands,
begginning to march quickly towards the wild animals.
"Haunt them! His hoarse voice orders loudly,
"Food and sacrifice, yes, Tear their flesh!" Only hastening his
approach, the Senior Hammerer raises his scimitar ready to attack when close.
Shimzak peeps out of his leanto, only to discover that
the boar is about ten feet away, Shimzak quickly gets out of his tent and jumps
onto the boars back, biteing every avalible surface, the boar squeals and trys
to toss Shimzak off its back but Shimzaks teeth are locked on.
[Dracgoth(#16333)]
Dracgoth
seeing the wolf take a small chunk out of Roitar, he runs at thr wolf and dives
in the air and brings his scimitart down towards his back.
Roitar is running after the boar, when suddenly he is
biten from behind "ARGH!" he yells, quickly turning around he growls
at the wolf "No one takes a bite outta me!" lunging forth at the wolf
with great speed, he swings his heavy blade at the wolf, trying to chop its
head off.
[Rukghash]
"The boar! The boar! A spit for the boar!" Orcs
cheer and laugh, watching the havok that the boar creates in the camp. Rustling
and tustling the boar wrangles free from the grasps of numerous orcs, sometimes
biting, sometimes goring. Still the boar charges on, uncaring of the orcs that
block its path. So it goes for an orc near a fire, hoping to drive straight
through the creature.
[Ashghash(#17562)]
The commotion caused by a madly careening Boar dashing into the camp is loud
and riotous--enough to draw Ashghash from her tent and into the thick of the
activity. She blinks, red eyes momentarily shielded, and then swiftly draws her
constant companion -- an ugly but functional, scimitar which is already
slightly stained with a dark substance. If one beast didn't cause sufficient
upraor two secures it--she snarls and looks around at the activities of
cowardly uruks who run and duck for cover. "Well.. we're goin' to 'ave
pork for evenin' feed.." She jogs through the crowd towards the wild pig
till she is close enough to try and poke at the coarsely haired side with the
tip of her blade.
[Bigar(#19150)]
At the racket
in the
[Rukghash]
The wolf, as nimble as the breed may be, dodges aside
attack and attack - losing only a bit of fluff from the fur. Yip! Yip! The wolf
snaps out, his targeted boar slowly slipping into the crowds. Yisssh! The
wolf's teeth lash out again to bite and snap, tear and rend at the orc-flesh
that surrounds it.
Shimzak coming out of his tent, Shimzak bellows "LEAV
ONE OF DEM A 'LIVE! I GONNA MAKE BOAR SOUP TONIGHT!
[Dracgoth(#16333)]
Dracgoth Gets
the teath of the wolf in his gut then knocked back, tearing fleshout with him,
he falls the gound but rises again quicly and goes in for another attack
[Ezmakh(#19968)] Seeing the boar running straight towards
him, Ezmakh opens his mouth widely, revealing his rotten teeth and releasing a
mad cackle. "Coming to the pretator, yes?" he mutters to himself, and
just in time when the boar comes close, the Maluuk jumps to his side, sending
his scimitar though to the location he stood, in a low hight of the legs. The
part of evading the boar is successful, for now, to Ezmakh, and with a hard
grip with both hands on the handle of the scimitar, he attempts to stumble and
cut the boar inthe legs.
[Bigar(#19150)]
As Bigar sees
the Boar being chased by the wolf he grabs for his mace. Then he gets up on the
edge of the wagon and waits for them to come running past.
Roitar looks up at Dracgoth and yells "Go around from
behind, then move in for the kill!" he quickly moves around the other
side, a grin comes to his face as he lunges at the wolf again, screaming madly.
Shimzak contents himself with throwing whatevers handy at
the boar
Puk is still stuck in the mud where he got trampled by a
horde of stampeeding orcs... He slowly sits up the muck around him slurping and
in general smells like a dung heap. With little notice Puk stands up and looks
for his dinner the roasted rodent and finds it stuck deep in the mud. Yanking
it free he goes over to the kegs and fills a mug with ale washing the rodent
off inside it and then turns around to Watch the commotion. Its not often one
gets dinner and entertainment and this sure is fun to watch. Between bites Puk
takes slow sips from the mug of ale.
[Rukghash]
Reeeeee! The Boar squeals in a bit of pain, its flesh
being sliced open by a blade. Red blood begins to slip out, coating the
surrounding fur. This seems to infuriate the boar all the more as it wheels
around, changing its direction back towards the one who struck at it. Stomp!
Stomp! It's feet pound the ground steadily as it turns, charging back towards
the fire and the orc there.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar yells
out, "Kill the Boar! Let the wolf help. When the Boar is dead we eill deal
with the wolf!", and as the Boar comes running past Bigar swings his heavy
mace at it's head.
[Rukghash]
The wolf, now completely seperated from the boar, circles
round - dodging aside orcs of all sizes and snapping at those it may. Snip!
yip! Tissh! The Wolf grinds its teeth, leaping in the air towards a cart, a
lone orc its occupant. As the wolf lands steadily on the cart, it snips out
with its maw at Bigar - aiming for the rump of the attack orc.
Roitar nods to Bigar's order and he yells "Come on,
The Boar! The Boar!" he runs over towards the boar, watcing all the other
uruks attacking the boar he waits for it to turn its back to him, he jumps
forward and slashes at the boars back
Ashghash hisses as her blade slid ineffectually past the
boar. As it makes a dash towards the fire she sprints after it, though she
doesn't have the agility that some of the more slightly built uruks do she
manages to scramble over the various heaps of junk that litter the ground to
make a slashing cut at the haunch of the pig (as she is still behind it)..
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar misses
the boar and the Hungry_Wolf decides to have Bigar for dinner. As he nips at
Bigar's leg the big mace decends toward the middle of his back.
[Ezmakh(#19968)] THUMP! The sound of metal clanking on
the stiff ground makes even the fire shake quicker. Ezmakh fails to escape the
boar for the second time , and is slammed directly to the air and then to the
ground, making his head as well slam the earth. It takes spme time for the
Maluuk to regain himself, as he slowly gets up, strengthening his grip on his
weapon's handle. Shaking his head quickly and dark red eyes locked on the boar,
he mutters hoarsely "Now you made me angry, Prey!"
[Rukghash]
The boar is sliced again, and seems to have been
encircled by the numerous orcs of the camp. Reeee! it cries dashing round the
circle in search of an exit. Stomp! Thud! Stomp! Another scimitar dashes out to
nick the boar, eliciting another squeal of pain. That sends the boar into a
tizy as it rushes straight for a she-orc on the edge of the circle.
[Rukghash]
Yiff! The wolf is hit in the back as it leaps again from
the cart, and into the circle. The wolf's hungry eyes latch immediately onto
the charging boar and the wolf rushes after it. Yissh! Grrrissh! The wolf
growls and snaps, biting harshly at the leg of the boar.
[Bigar(#19150)]
As the mace
decends it hits the wolf a glancing blow on it's flank and the wolf runs on.
Bigar pulls his shield from his back and slides it on his left arm. Jumping off
the wagon he strides off toward the circle of uruks, "Don't let our dinner
get away!"
Roitar watches in amazement as the Boar charges at
Ashghash, Roitar chases after the escaping boar and he yells "Come on
Boyz! Don't let it get away!" he runs after it quickly and attacks it from
behind.
Ashghash's sullen-red eyes flare as she sees the boar
turns and cahrges towards her. She holds her scimitar out infront of her,
hoping to skewer the wild pig, at least, even if she can't get out of the way..
The Wild pig's tusks gore down the She-Hammerer's eft
side, sending her crumpling to the ground to be trampled by the hard hooves of
the beast as it passes and then leaves bloody hoof-prints in its wake.
Ashghsh moans, clutching at her side, black blood oozing
from between her fingers.
Shimzak Dives into a hole to escape a boar charge,
unfourtunatly he manages to give himself a bash on the head and everything goes
black
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
Step, another one, more and more, pace increasing into a run - a charge to be
exact, Ezmakh gets closer to the boar. "I'll be fed by you for two weeks,
prey!" his vioce snarls again, as the weapon approches the boar, with the
run, aimed to enter between its ribs.
[Rukghash]
Slice! The boar is cut and cut again after trampling the
she-uruk. Then biten in the hind-quarters by the wolf. Slowed, only slightly,
the Boar turns suddenly - beginning to charge in the other direction as if to
throw its pursuers off. Reee! The boar squeals, sending itself hurtling
straight at the chest of the wolf.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar laughs
as Roitar swings and misses the Boar, "Can't the scouts do any better then
that!", he yells. Then as Ezmakh hits the boar he cheers, "That's the
way to hit him!". as the boar comes charging past Bigar swings his heavy
mace at it's snout.
[Puk(#31625)] With
watchful eyes Puk continues to observe the chaos of pig and wolf chasing... He
smiles as he sees Ashghash getting into the fray but he visibly flinches when
she is run down and gored. Dropping his grilled rodent dinner he starts to rush
towards the fray despite his better judgement not too... getting knocked down
several times by other Orcs running around Puk Crawls his way between stomping
feet to Ashghash's side and slowly starts to yank her up by the arm and to his
shoulder and then begins to drag her slowly towards the edge of the camp and
hopefully away from being trampled to death.
[Rukghash]
Yelp! The boar crashes through the Wolf, sending the
creature dropping to the side. Quickly, the wolf gains its footing and hurries
back after the boar - teeth gnashing and already dripping with blood and flesh.
Raf! Grr! The wolf snaps out with its muzzle again for the boar - trying to
bite the same leg.
Roitar growls loudly as he misses the boar, tunring to
Bigar he says "Our main skill lies in Archery, if I had my bow handy I
would have droped him a long time ago" turning back to the boar he makes
one final attempt at it and aims a hrad blow at its rear.
[Mashug(#9437)]
From a grim brown tent emerges a tall figure, drawn by the shouting and
stomping. Mashug looks around the camp and notices the gathering of orcs,
running and shouting, as if they were trying to catch some fat rabbit. The
Maluuk moves in their direction, always trying to see what was all that fuss
about and suddently all orcs seem to turn to him, following the wolf and the
Boar, that run in the direction of the Senior Guard. He watches as the wolf
bites the boar and an arrow pierces the swine's skin. Mashug draws his battle
axe and doesn't thinks twice, swings his axe and tries to hit the running boar.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar laughs
again at Roitar, "I'm glad you don't have your bow. I took enough of your
arrows out of uruks since the battle.", As the boar comes running past he
again swings his mace at it's head.
[Ashghash(#17562)]
The She-Uruk leans heavily on Puk and keeps a rough hand pressed over the area
of torn flesh that insists on seeping sticky ichor over her finger and anything
else that gets in the way.
"Going to enjoy 'earing that 'og squeal.." she
mutters between gritted teeth, biting back the pain that radiates from the
obvious wound and developing bruises. Ashghash bites her lip as she moves
onwards with the other uruk's assistance.
Ezmakh doesn't calm down at that moment. Vulgarly drawing
back his weapon, the Maluuk runs his tounge on the numb side of it, gathering
of the Red blood upon the bright metal into his mouth. A growl is released from
the stout uruk, as his gaze locks again on the brown beast. Approaching again,
though not running anymore but more cautiously, the Morghash raises the
scimitar he holds with both hands above his head, handle from above and blade
looking to the earth, and attempts to slam it onto the boar's back.
[Rukghash]
Ahead of the boar an empty cart is tipped over, and then
another - forming a sort of wall to block the animals path. Quickly, orcs line
the the sides of the path leading in to the carts - creating a one way tunnel
for the boar and Wolf to travel down.
The boar's eyes are wild as it is struck lightly, and
then heavily by a mace on its back shoulders - and then a scimitar slicing down
its back. Soon, the boar runs to the edge of the over turned carts and spins,
standing its ground, but not moving.
[Rukghash]
The Wolf follows right behind the Boar, noticing all too
late that the pair have become encircled. RRRRRRrrr! The wolf growls, hunching
low to the ground and slowly approaching the boar. Rish! Rish! The wolf
growlbarks, its fangs snapping menacingly. Then the wolf springs! Claws slash
and teeth gnash as the wolf comes down near the boar and tries to disable it.
Roitar laughs as he see's that tha Boar is trapped abd he
calls out a warning to his fellow uruks "Be careful, watch out for those
nasty tusks" he moves forward slowly, then when in range he jumps into the
air and aims a hard blow at the boars thick head.
Puk keeps his arm around the She-uruk as he helps her out
of harms way... Getting quite a bit of blood on himself as well he comments to
her, "Ashghash sure leak a lot..." he then sets her slowly down on a
tumbled tree stump and makes a face not sure what to do to help her beyond
this... Puk reaches out and grabs her side squeezing the wound under her
leather garments to try and stop some of the bleeding.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar smiles
as his mace hits the boar on the shoulder. And then Ezmakh slices it's back. As
the boar is blocked in Roitar slices into the wild pig and as the boar returns
Bigar again brings his mace down toward the nose of the beast.
Mashug is still somewhat confused at all this mess and
walks in the direction of the trapped boar, his axe dancing in his hands. The
large Maluuk takes advantage as the boar dodges Bigar's attack and tries to hit
the beast in the neck.
[Rukghash]
The boar narrowly avoids numerous attacks but is bitten
by the wolf. Hurt and bleeding rapidly, the boar starts to rush forward
straight at an Orc with a mace, hoping to clear a path away. Ree! The boar
squeals menacingly, bearing its tusks down on the orc.
Roitar screams out "Look out, he's about to
charge!" but too late the boar attacks Bigar "Thats it!" he
yells at the boar, running up to it he swings his blade at the Boars head,
trying to put it down for good.
[Bigar(#19150)]
As the neavy
mace decends the Boar stops short and the mace crashes into the ground before
him. Bigar curses inder his breath as the boar turns and snaps at him making
small marks on his leg. Bigar brings his mace down again aiming for the middle
of the boar's back.
[Bigar(#19150)]
As the neavy
mace decends the Boar stops short and the mace crashes into the ground before
him. Bigar curses inder his breath as the boar turns and snaps at him making
small marks on his leg. Bigar brings his mace down again aiming for the middle
of the boar's back. <repose> And missed.
Roitar screams out "Look out, he's about to
charge!" but too late the boar attacks Bigar "Thats it!" he
yells at the boar, running up to it he swings his blade at the Boars head,
trying to put it down for good. (repose) hit'em good
[Ashghash(#17562)]
"Skai!" Ashghash draws a deep ans hissing breath as Puk, unbidden,
swiftly moves forward and grabs the area of torn flesh beneath the layers of
leather clothing "Get off me!" She growls, shoving at Puk with both
hands to make him stop. She also pushes herself to her feet, blood running down
her side and congealing not long after.
[Ezmakh(#19968)] "Quickly!" Ezmakh shouts and
orders as the boar takes its stand. "Spears and Javelins! Make a of them
wall and force our prey charge to it's death! Form before it moves!" Also
motioning with his hand for the orcs around to hurry up and do as said, the
Maluuk slowly steps aside of the only available path, keeping his weapon forward
ready to strike if needed.
Another cut is delivered to the boar's side, weakening
the creature significantly. The Creature can barely move now, wheezing and
stumbling - blood pouring from its numerous wounds. THe boar attempts to
stumble away, but it looks hopeless now.
[Mashug(#9437)] The Senior Guard runs from behind the
boar and attempts to take his life by cutting his neck.
[Puk(#31625)] By
the time Ashghash manages to push Puk away his arms and hands look like he just
butchered a cow or some other animal. Tilting his head Puk says, "Puk just
try and help." he then idly shrugs and licks at his fingers enjoying the
taste of blood upon them.
[Rukghash]
The wolf still chases after the boar, but moves more
slowly, more calculatingly as the boar is struck again - its body quivering
with weakness. The wolf's jowls hang loose, his tongue lolling from the side of
his mouth in salivation. Grrrr! Slowly the wolf crouches and mvoes in towards
the boar, rushing ahead with a burst of speed to bite at its throat.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar misses
again and yells, "That's one slippery pig." As the boar comes toward
him again he swingd his mace toward the middle of his back again.
Roitar watches with a smile as the Boar is slain, looking
towards the wolf he calls out "Now for the wolf!" he steps forward
and charges at the wolf, bringing his scimitar down at it, aiming for the back.
[Rukghash]
The wolf lunges in and grips the Boar's throat just as
Bigar delivers another blow to the Boar's body. Reee! The boar cries one last
time, the sound fading into nothingness. Thrash! Thrash! The wolf jerks at the
big neck and throat. Snap! Crack! The neck of the boar breaks, the sound of the
bone cracking echoing in the camp.
The wolf then lets go of the Boar with its teeth, looking
at the corpse longingly. Slice! Yelp! The wolf is cut on its hindquarters by an
orc. With a quick look around the Wolf looks for an escape - knowing alreay it
will take no meat from the boar. Then it charges at its latest attacker, snapping
to distract.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar smiles
as the Boar collapses to the ground and he turns his attention to the
Hungry_Wolf. As the Wolf tries ot escape it's trap Bigar takes a step toward it
and swings his mace sideways at the shoulder of the wolf.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
Though some orcs do gather with spears held front, it seems they wont be on any
use this way, and start to sepparate once more. But there is one who thinks
otherwise, for the same hoarse voice continues to order "Haunt not over
yet, stand and stay ready!" The Maluuk's words are obeyed, and thus the
wall of outstretched spears remain.
Ezmkah again approach the beasts - the dead and living
one. swinging twice the hisblade in the air, dark red eyes focused on the
predator also becoming prey, and again charges. His scmitar held long infront,
he attepts to slice it deep into the midsection of the animal.
Mashug turns around after seeing Bigar slaying the swine
and sees Roitar cut the wolf with his scimitar. The wolf strikes back but
coming from behind him Bigar crashes his mace on his shoulder. Mashug waits no
longer and swings his bloody axe at the creature's flank
Roitar grins as his blow strikes home, but it disappears
as then wolf lunges at him, delivering a large cut on his leg "ARGH!"
he crys out, but then aims another blow at the wolf.
[Rukghash]
The wolf is hit suddenly from multiple sides, even as its
own attack succeeds. Yet, the path before the wolf is closed, leaving it no
chance of escape. The wolf, shakes slightly from the pain, blood beginning to
coat its fur. Yelp! Another cut, then the wolf snaps out harshly with its maw
fornaother target - trying to scare the orcs into letting it live.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar smiles
as his mace finds it's mark and a scimitar and battleaxe also cut into it. As
another scimitar finds it's mark he springs forward swinging his mace again at
the wolf even as it turns to attack Mashug.
Mashug was raising his axe when the ferocious wolf bites
him in the arm. Luckily the creature's fangs only scratch his armor protected
skin and he strikes back, now trying to hewn the wolf's neck.
Roitar steps back and has to catch his breath, but he
dives in again and yells "Lets finish him off!" his scimitar swings
down at the wolf's neck as he trys to kill it.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
The scimitar is held slightly too high and only cuts the back of the wolf
instead of piercing its flesh as intented, but it's still a success. Ezmakh
quickly turns the scimitar as before, so the blade would be facing the ground
and handle to the dark skies. And once more raising it above his head, he slams
it downwards to the back of the wolf.
Ashghash watches Puk licking her blood off of his fingers
with a smile, inspite of the pain she feel "Good blood, yes?" She
hissingly asks him, left hand going back to pressing her wounded side as she
takes a few paces back towards the blood slickened ground where the wolf still
holds a tentative grasp on life and is attacked now from all sides. With each
step the Hammerer is forced to grit her teeth.
[Rukghash]
Slice! Smash! Thump! Thud! The wolf is hit and hit again,
its body quivering. Still though it stands and growls - blood drooling from its
mouth. The wolf then leaps out for another orc, diving with its fangs in the
lead to rip at the orc's flesh. Yet, as it does a scimitar dashes in.
Schunk.....
The back left leg of the wolf is cut off above its knee -
the wolf still managing to continue its attack, but sure to falter upon its
landing.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar still
smiles as the wolf is hit time and again by the weapons of the uruks,
"Kill Him!", the Master Gatherer yells, "He can't last
long!", as the wolf charges Roitar on three legs Bigar jumps forward
bringing his mace down toward the back of hte beast.
Mashug steps back as Ezmakh cuts the wolf's leg. He
watches as the wolf falls unbalanced and let's his axe fall on his neck.
Roitar snarls as he is biten again "Damn that
wolf!" he yells, he uses the last of his strengh to attack the wolf a last
time.
Puk 's yellow orbs peer at Ashgash and his lips form a
blood stained smile, "Yes, blood Goooood.." he swirls his tongue
around his fingers slurping them like he was savoring some delightful delicacy.
Puk then moves over to Ashghash's side and he hums un raveling one of the
leather straps wrapped around his hips and says, "Maybe this help ?... Tie
around and it hold tight ?"
[Ezmakh(#19968)] "A good sacrifice you'll be,
yes." Ezmakh hisses with content at the helpless wolf, raising his
red-blood covered scimitar once more, and thrusting it forwar again, to the
stomach of the wolf. "The Flame will be pleased."
Shimzak extricates himself from the hole and looks
dizzily around. Then he remebers the wolf. "Leave him alive!" He
calls "Wes gonna hav lotsa fun tonite!"
[Rukghash]
The Wolf teeters on the edge of collapse, unable now to
move much more than a few steps without stumbling. Yelp! Whine! The wolf cries
as he is hit and hit again, unable now to even dodge to slowest of strikes.
Blood oozes and drips from its many wounds - bones within having been cracked
and broken. Yelp! The wolf cries out again, it's body quivering in pain.
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar frowns
as the wolf moves out of the way of his mace. He steps back a bit and waits for
the wolf to be chased over toward him. He keeps his eyes on the wolf as more of
the uruks weapons cut into it drawing more of it's ugly red blood. As the wolf
staggers over within reach Bigar brings his mace down at the pathetic injured
beast's head.
Mashug laughts at the bloody wolf, his axe is red, as are
his eyes. "We will eat this wolf, not play with it snaga!" He shouts
at Shimzak and then swings his axe at the beast's left flank.
Roitar steps forward again, his breathing is heavy. And
he mangaes to smile as he see's that the wolf is at death's door. So he goes in
again, aiming a savage attack at the wolf's neck.
Ashghash laughs roughly as Puk offers the leather strap
"Might do some good..yeah.." She takes the leather, though her eyes
narrow in suspicion, afterall uruks often have ulterior motives for offering
their help. Stickied fingers wrap around the broad piece of hide and pull it
towards her--not difficult as she is still treading the slippery ground towards
the yelping and whining wolf and its assailants, now only a few feet away.
[Ezmakh(#19968)] "We will not /eat/ it!" Ezmakh
snarls, waving his scimitar fircely in the air. "not the wolf. The prey
shall be eaten, the predator sacrificed. Anyone to land a tooth on that Wolf
will feel the landing of my blade!" His gaze shifts among the many uruks
as he says so, but deyales longer on Mashug. Soon, though, the Maluuk retrieves
his attention to the wolf, and with a quick movement sends forwards his
scimitar, aiming for the neck and spine.
[Rukghash]
Thumplethud. The Wolf collapses to the ground, to beaten
now to even attempt to move. Yet, the creature still manages to breath however
laboured it may be. Wheeze. Wheeze. Its breath is haggard, blood choking his
throat. grrr.. The Wolf weakly tries to growl and paw in front of it - trying
to pull itself away.
[Bigar(#19150)]
As the beast
is hit time and again by the weapons of the uruks the trap tightens as the
uruks move in. Bigar shouts out, "Boar and Wolf stew for dinner! Kill the
beast!" and as the wolf limps about in it's trap and finally collapses to
the ground Bigar yells, "Careful not. Capture it alive! Bind it securly
and tie it's mouth shut!"
Mashug looks back at the Morghash Maluuk, eyes half
closed in anger, a wicked smirk in his lips. "You will give no orders to a
Maluuk Senior Guard, swine!" He shouts. "We will vote, if most of was
want to eat, then we'll cook him. Otherwise you will have it for
sacrifice." He moves forward, turns from Ezmakh and tries to grab the
wolf's mouth.
[Mashug(#9437)]
"That filthy snaga there makes a nice stewed rabbit... maybe he can cook
this as well, since Sog is so far away." Mashug finally says, pointing at
Shimzak.
Roitar nods to the others "I shall at least bind it
until we come to an agreement?" and he slowly steps forward, he looks the
animal over and it is a bleeding mess. He delivers a quick kick at it to make
sure its not pretending to be half dead and he begins to bind the back legs up
tightly, with some strong rope.
Puk has no motives other then to repay for not cutting
his head off the other day. Puk glances to Ashghash and for a moment stops
licking his fingers to look at the dead or near dead wolf, "That make a
nice blanket... or vest!..." he sighs since no one can touch it because
the other mean orc said so.
Shimzak looks up at the mention of Snaga, guessing that
it means him "yessirs I can make good rabbitsys, Ill make aa fire now
sirs, dat way wes can eider cook et ur sacrifices et
[Bigar(#19150)]
Bigar again
raises his mace and advances. This time not toward the beast but toward Mashug,
"The wolf WILL be sacrificed!", he shouts. But as of yet he does not
swing the mace at the Senior Guard.