Orcs, orcs and more orcs

Glorfindle considered himself to be an expert on bows. All kinds of bows for after all he was a crafter of fine bows. The one he held now still perplexed him. Obviously it hadn't been made by an elf and any special properties the bow might have eluded him.

He sighed softly and set the bow aside. He turned his attention back to the strange mask he had found. The properties of this item he understood. He had used it the other day to ride safely around the three major orc forts to mark runes. A powerful magic in that mask, he thought. Any orc that saw him while he wore it assumed him another ork. Fairly funny since orcs, as far as he knew, didnt ride ostards and didnt mark runes.

Glor had spent the last several days trying to figure out what was going on. The conclusions he was coming too troubled him deeply. First there was the sudden lack of orc mages to be seen in the lands, there were a few to be sure, but not in the numbers he had seen before. Then there was the fact that the orcs seemed to be sending there young out before they were mature enough to be effective in battle. These young orcs ran terrified from the warriors and mages that now assaulted the orcs.

There numbers were dwindling, this he was sure of. Why else be forced to send the very young to fight. Glorfindle was getting the feeling that the orcs were being exterminated. Turning the mask over in his hands he was also fairly sure that some of that extermination was happening from inside there own ranks. Why would orc mages carry masks that made one look and pass as an orc? The answer seemed logical...because those mages were not really orcs. The orc camps and forts were being infiltrated and death being delivered to them right inside there own homes.

The next question was, by whom? Who was responsible for the extermination the orcs now faced? What was to be gained by driving the orcs to extinction? The orcs obviously believed that it was the citizens of Britannia themselves. Why else set up camps outside of major cities and wage war? The orcs were fighting for there very survival without knowing who there true enemy was...and they were losing. At the rate things were going, Glorfindle wondered exectly how long the orcs had left before they were but a memory.

Sighing, he set the mask back on the table next to the bow and a book of runes he had marked to key locations and camps. He had some digging to do now. The enemy of the orcs had to be found. He swore to himself that only if he had no other choice, or learned that his theories were way off, would he kill another orc. They were dying off fast enough without his help.

He left Ostar Tower and stepped out into the bright daylight to begin his search for answers...

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> Glorfindle considered himself to be an expert on bows. All kinds of bows for after all he was a crafter of fine bows. The one he held now still perplexed him. Obviously it hadn't been made by an elf and any special properties the bow might have eluded him. > He sighed softly and set the bow aside. He turned his attention back to the strange mask he had found. The properties of this item he understood. He had used it the other day to ride safely around the three major orc forts to mark runes. A powerful magic in that mask, he thought. Any orc that saw him while he wore it assumed him another ork. Fairly funny since orcs, as far as he knew, didnt ride ostards and didnt mark runes. > Glor had spent the last several days trying to figure out what was going on. The conclusions he was coming too troubled him deeply. First there was the sudden lack of orc mages to be seen in the lands, there were a few to be sure, but not in the numbers he had seen before. Then there was the fact that the orcs seemed to be sending there young out before they were mature enough to be effective in battle. These young orcs ran terrified from the warriors and mages that now assaulted the orcs. > There numbers were dwindling, this he was sure of. Why else be forced to send the very young to fight. Glorfindle was getting the feeling that the orcs were being exterminated. Turning the mask over in his hands he was also fairly sure that some of that extermination was happening from inside there own ranks. Why would orc mages carry masks that made one look and pass as an orc? The answer seemed logical...because those mages were not really orcs. The orc camps and forts were being infiltrated and death being delivered to them right inside there own homes. > The next question was, by whom? Who was responsible for the extermination the orcs now faced? What was to be gained by driving the orcs to extinction? The orcs obviously believed that it was the citizens of Britannia themselves. Why else set up camps outside of major cities and wage war? The orcs were fighting for there very survival without knowing who there true enemy was...and they were losing. At the rate things were going, Glorfindle wondered exectly how long the orcs had left before they were but a memory. > Sighing, he set the mask back on the table next to the bow and a book of runes he had marked to key locations and camps. He had some digging to do now. The enemy of the orcs had to be found. He swore to himself that only if he had no other choice, or learned that his theories were way off, would he kill another orc. They were dying off fast enough without his help. > He left Ostar Tower and stepped out into the bright daylight to begin his search for answers...
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