-- Winterspring,
A group of five Orcs standing over a warm fire and a camp, the four large wooden-planks supporting the tent from the impending snow as it slammed harshly down. Amazing that the fire even continued to roar and stand still.
Another tent stood up on the hill with small planks of wood covered by the entrance way, as if it were to be a wall. Inside of it was an Troll, whom was scared of everything. Even his own damned shadow. A weak and insufferable, scared Troll.
Inside of his little Troll hut layed an pot, skulls, and various Trollish armanets and a small bed of which appeared to be as an hospital bed -- with an weak pillow .. made out of wood .. doesn't seem so comfortable at all.
As Palth looked down at the warm fire from over the hill, he ran over towards it and three of the Orcs looked away from it and ran back to the camp-site of which was over near by the tree which overlooked the area. They were not afraid of wild animals or dangerous looters.
The only one remained was Gro'tosh, Peon. And Palth, the others went back to their tents to combat each-other, rest, or prepare themselves.
Palth stood by the fire as he gazed at it with an cold glare, his usual paranoid expression. He raised his head up for a moment looking towards the other Orc for a brief moment, the rude glare turned into an calm gaze and he smiled at him. " So then, brother. When are we going to hunt? " He appeared deathly serious with an grin on his face, straight-forward and wanting. " Palth, when I feel the need to do so. "
" Then maybe I should take up leadership of -- which -- I should be doing by forcing you onto that hunting trip. We came to Winterspring to hunt the creature of which would finally allow you into our ranks, as an Grunt. For now, you are a Peon. That means you have to go cut more tree for the crazy Troll up in his hut. " Palth laced out in an loud chuckle, as if spitting at the Peons face, -- disgustingly and rudely. The Peon shrugged back, with an angry stare, but not doing anything. He admitted. " Fine, let's go do what you want then. As long as there is blood on our axes. "
Palth nodded at him. " Of course. There will be blood. But first, sharpen your damned weapons. "
Palth looked down at the fire and bended down for the wooden idol and threw it at him. The idol simply hit the hard snow soil. The peon looked down at it and reached his hand over and grabbed it before returning to the tent to sharpen his weapon. Palth ran over to bully the Troll, meanie Orcs. -
