Sitting high on a tree branch, the orc scout Milug peered through the
branches at the city in the distance. As he watched the humies milling
about, completely unaware of his presence as they bought and sold their
wares, he could not suppress a scowl. Already he missed his fort near
the human city of Cove. He missed the comfort of his hut, the daily brawls,
and the occasional forays into the woods looking for prey. Even more strongly,
he missed the smell of charred meat in the cookpots and the hoots of laughter
as yet another orc mage inevitably earned a beating from one of the lords
after setting something ablaze while practicing his arcane arts.
His only instructions had been, "watch city, no bash humies, report back
what humies do, no bash humies, wait ‘til we tell you what do next, no
bash humies." Milug hated instructions, especially when they involved
"no bashing". And his orc lord had said "no bashing" three times, which
meant Milug could not pretend to have forgotten the commands. "Orc Lord
too smart," Milug thought. Subconsciously rubbing the bump on his head,
Milug remembered well the last time he had disobeyed his lord's orders.
Orc lords could hit really hard when they were mad. Milug didn't like
being hit. He much preferred doing the hitting. But it had been over a
week now, with still no word from the fort with an explanation as to why
he was here. Milug was becoming impatient, as were the others.
The sudden sound of a tree falling shook him from his orcish musings,
and he looked down to see another orc, wielding a rather nasty looking
ax, dragging a tree into the clearing. They had decided to risk building
a small encampment near the town, but far enough into the woods to not
be noticed by most. Of course, any humies who did venture too close were
more than welcome... after all, the orcs did need something to put in
Reluctantly turning his attention to the city once again, he spied a small
band of adventures exiting the city. He let out a long and low rasping
sound to signal those around him to remain silent. The other orcs immediately
ceased their chopping and hid behind the trees. Milug readied his long
way killer, almost hoping the humies would spot him.
"Not Milug's fault if humies walk into camp," he thought with a grin.
Milug considered making some "accidental" noise, but thought better of
it as he again rubbed the bump on his head. The rest of the orcs gripped
their axes tightly, only the strong threats from their lords keeping them
from attacking the humies. Growing more impatient by the minute, the orcs
waited quietly until the humies were gone before resuming their work.
As the orcish scout was about to continue his spying on the city, another
orc called up to him in the guttural orcish language. Milug recognized
it as the latest news from the fort, and grinned for the first time in
days as he looked at the city again. The news was as he had hoped.
It would not be long.
From the Britannia News Network - The Journal of Ultima Online, May