Fuck... I really didn't want to have to do this...
A) Improve food The men will swarm for a day savaging anything on the mountain and the plains in the south.Mountain Goats are to be brought back alive, no holds barred on anything else.
A) Improve food The men will swarm for a day savaging anything on the mountain and the plains in the south.Mountain Goats are to be brought back alive, no holds barred on anything else.
Hazjul had spent close to a year uniting the Black Peaks, killing various Heads of the Mountain Family's, or wiping them out all together. The massive black orc was considered to be the best fighter, the best killer on the mountain. However once they left the Spine Mountains he could no longer be called the best. By the time Hazjul realized the Red Orcs were feasting it was too late, the sentries had spotted the Warriors rushing the camp. The red orcs had stone weapons, same as them. They also had almost no armor, same as them. Gaunt knew he could destroy the clan, but that would have to wait. His people were hungry, He was hungry.
"We must eat, all of us... we will go, go south and find food. We have been told there are mountain goats, hardy little bastards,good and easy to keep up with. Find them and bring them here. The rest who are unwilling of capturing the goats will go to the plains and scavenge, or take down other game. No fires today, not until we get back and are able to defend." Hazjul said, his pride almost broken, just like his people, "The Orcs of Maktor will pay in time, but until then we will need to prepare, grow, and train. I expect all of you to birth more men like any mother of The Peaks would, if you are not taking up arms that is your duty to the tribe, anything else and you are failing us. But we can worry about that once our bellies our full, we leave in 30 minutes."
The large Orc walked into his tent, and prepared his hunting sling.
"We must eat, all of us... we will go, go south and find food. We have been told there are mountain goats, hardy little bastards,good and easy to keep up with. Find them and bring them here. The rest who are unwilling of capturing the goats will go to the plains and scavenge, or take down other game. No fires today, not until we get back and are able to defend." Hazjul said, his pride almost broken, just like his people, "The Orcs of Maktor will pay in time, but until then we will need to prepare, grow, and train. I expect all of you to birth more men like any mother of The Peaks would, if you are not taking up arms that is your duty to the tribe, anything else and you are failing us. But we can worry about that once our bellies our full, we leave in 30 minutes."
The large Orc walked into his tent, and prepared his hunting sling.