I will post tonight. I've been at a friend's house for the past two days, so havent been able to do more than post against the forces of Chaos and the filthy xenos scum.
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Two hundred warriors.
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Hey... hey @yPro.... Is Shukra getting a bit salty with Athinar? :D
Not at all. He's just saying how it is.
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While Shukra's face remained impassive as stone, behind that neat little mask was a burning anger that told him to get to that dungeon and wring the creature's neck. But, he would not give Athinar the satisfaction of getting under his skin. No, no, he had a better way. One that did not involve him getting under the Master's skin at the same time. And the fire demon, Torrens, gave him just the opportunity to do so. It was a poor excuse, one that he was currently attempting to build off of in his head while the others spoke, until he could piece together an argument. Or, rather, a thinly veiled order of how things were going to work.
Finally, he smiled, and laced his fingers together so that his hands performed an arch. "The plan, while it lacks in the department of details, is sound. But, as Torrens said, my orcs are not loyal to those who do not prove their strength. I respect Azavarn and what he does, certainly, but orcs respect brawn, not brain. They may follow you, Athinar, but for that to happen, you'd have to kill me first. So, for now, they listen to me, and only to me. Try to put them under another's command, and they'll do as they please. Now, I suppose I could order them to follow someone else. But, I won't." He tapped the claws of his middle fingers together, raked his gaze across the group, and then continued. "While you are in charge of the raid and the forces of the dungeon for that raid, which includes us, my forces are not of the dungeon, and not under the influence of any but myself. Meaning, you have no authority over where I place them or what I do with them. I could show up all on my lonesome, and I would be completely justified. I wouldn't, as my selfishness and pettyness would cause the Master to gain ire against me, however I will not place my men under your tender care simply because you are an opportunist."
Shukra stroked his chin, tugging at the long fur beneath. "But this is all assuming that the orcs need a commander on their asses the entire time. Order them to make an unbreakable perimeter, and that is exactly what they will do. One of us does not need to sit and hold their hands for them to do the job that is given to them. If they did, then they would not be worth our attention, let alone potential servants and troops." He was finished now, reclining back in his chair. While Athinar might not agree, that did not quite matter. Shukra had made his point clear. The creature could tell him what to do, but there was not a way in this world that he would get his grubby hands on anything that was Shukra's. Not to mention he didn't trust Azavarn as far as he could throw him. Deals would be made. He trusted his orcs in battle, trusted their strength. But their wills and minds were weak. Loyal they may be, but a promise of power could do in even the most loyal of servants.
Finally, he smiled, and laced his fingers together so that his hands performed an arch. "The plan, while it lacks in the department of details, is sound. But, as Torrens said, my orcs are not loyal to those who do not prove their strength. I respect Azavarn and what he does, certainly, but orcs respect brawn, not brain. They may follow you, Athinar, but for that to happen, you'd have to kill me first. So, for now, they listen to me, and only to me. Try to put them under another's command, and they'll do as they please. Now, I suppose I could order them to follow someone else. But, I won't." He tapped the claws of his middle fingers together, raked his gaze across the group, and then continued. "While you are in charge of the raid and the forces of the dungeon for that raid, which includes us, my forces are not of the dungeon, and not under the influence of any but myself. Meaning, you have no authority over where I place them or what I do with them. I could show up all on my lonesome, and I would be completely justified. I wouldn't, as my selfishness and pettyness would cause the Master to gain ire against me, however I will not place my men under your tender care simply because you are an opportunist."
Shukra stroked his chin, tugging at the long fur beneath. "But this is all assuming that the orcs need a commander on their asses the entire time. Order them to make an unbreakable perimeter, and that is exactly what they will do. One of us does not need to sit and hold their hands for them to do the job that is given to them. If they did, then they would not be worth our attention, let alone potential servants and troops." He was finished now, reclining back in his chair. While Athinar might not agree, that did not quite matter. Shukra had made his point clear. The creature could tell him what to do, but there was not a way in this world that he would get his grubby hands on anything that was Shukra's. Not to mention he didn't trust Azavarn as far as he could throw him. Deals would be made. He trusted his orcs in battle, trusted their strength. But their wills and minds were weak. Loyal they may be, but a promise of power could do in even the most loyal of servants.
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Shukra received word of what was to be done, and sighed. No rest for the wicked, as the saying went. He took a sip of the stale mead the orcs had made, and let out a sigh. A larger village, wanted intact, with sizable defenses. He took another sip from the stone mug, then grunted. And the master put a bloodthirsty barbarian in charge of an operation like this. It was foolish, madness, idiotic. Some of the orcs around him could see his frustration, and began to make themselves scarce. His frustration often led to someone getting burned, and while it was rare that someone died because of it, no one wanted to be out of commission and miss a raid. But, as it were, he didn't want any of them out either. There was no telling what the others would bring, but he was going to bring as few of his own as possible to the fight. He wouldn't get them all killed in whatever hairbrained scheme Athinar cooked up.
The enchanted equipment had been handed out, but those men would stay behind and lead in his absense. It seemed that he would be out in the field more than he would be conquering the mountains, as he wished. No matter. The orcs weren't going anywhere. They had no drive, simply killing and eating, living like animals. All the better to make them his. They were weak minded, easily pliable. He would correct that with the introduction of humans to his forces, but for now, he'd have to rely on his own mind and their brute strength. It would be enough, for now. The cat scratched his chin, then stood and began rounding up some forces. Now that he thought about it, he might benefit himself by coming in full. Ah, decisions, decisions.
Rather than consult with his own forces, he began to make his way towards his quarters. Which consisted of little more than a large pavilion made of animal hides crudely stitched together, with a bed, chair, and desk inside of it. He sat at the desk, facing a tall, wide mirror. He mumbled a few words and passed his hand over the mirror, and in to view came Athinar, who was just now shouting for the others that were put under his command. Rolling his eyes, he tapped on the glass. "Athinar, turn around," he said, his rich voice coming from behind the oaf. There would be am image of Shukra, just his head and shoulders, but there. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then said, "My forces and I await orders." His voice was calm and cold, showing his obvious lack of respect for Athinar.
The enchanted equipment had been handed out, but those men would stay behind and lead in his absense. It seemed that he would be out in the field more than he would be conquering the mountains, as he wished. No matter. The orcs weren't going anywhere. They had no drive, simply killing and eating, living like animals. All the better to make them his. They were weak minded, easily pliable. He would correct that with the introduction of humans to his forces, but for now, he'd have to rely on his own mind and their brute strength. It would be enough, for now. The cat scratched his chin, then stood and began rounding up some forces. Now that he thought about it, he might benefit himself by coming in full. Ah, decisions, decisions.
Rather than consult with his own forces, he began to make his way towards his quarters. Which consisted of little more than a large pavilion made of animal hides crudely stitched together, with a bed, chair, and desk inside of it. He sat at the desk, facing a tall, wide mirror. He mumbled a few words and passed his hand over the mirror, and in to view came Athinar, who was just now shouting for the others that were put under his command. Rolling his eyes, he tapped on the glass. "Athinar, turn around," he said, his rich voice coming from behind the oaf. There would be am image of Shukra, just his head and shoulders, but there. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then said, "My forces and I await orders." His voice was calm and cold, showing his obvious lack of respect for Athinar.
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