*Thoughts* "Speech" [Spells] 'Sounds'

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Chapter Eighteen: The Two Meetings.

The two old shamans sat near the fire in a small wigwam, one of the meditating sites also known as spiritual lodges. The news from scouts were yet to come, and Durotan was worried about Greh'tor, and Gul'dan was already rallying the rest of the horde to do battle at some place named Elwyn, as Durotan's agents reported.

Drek'thar was also worried about the happenings; the old shaman could easily feel a demonic and all-mighty presence in the land, and if it joins forces with Gul'dan, they will be almost unstoppable...

This was indeed Habarouth, and the battle for it was about to begin.

*Our only hope is in the scouts! If they could find any worthy allies, we will be able to save Habarouth!* - Durotan sighed in despair - *so much depending on the few... And against whom will the battle at that "Elwyn" will be?*

No words were needed. Drek'thar knew of Durotan's thoughts, for he thought of the same.

A bald head of a champion has appeared at the entrance.

"Master Durotan, a messenger from Greh'tor's scouts has arrived!"

*Finally!*

"Let him in." - the Drek'thar said it before Durotan could.

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The silhouette of a capped horse rider was now visible as he approached the huge tower that seemed to reach the skies themselves, the tower made of white stone and dark mortar. As he dismounted, something that seemed like a moan came to his ears.

*The same old tricks... Amazing, how so may fell for it - his ghosts don't really make a sound!*

He willingly closed his eyes, wishing to be denied the view of the ghosts and souls imprisoned in the tower... forever.

But no, after a moment he opened his eyes. This deal with the devil himself was necessary for his own survival...

He kept his sword sheathed, and advanced. The door recognized his spirit, and opened.

The person stepped into the darkness, with only a few torches to light the room. Near one of them, he saw a familiar tall figure, and too ka step back in surprise. The door closed.

*This is unlike him...*

"I see you are back, Blackmoore. I saw it all." - A deep voice, which seemingly lacked any emotion ahs spoken.

"I beg your pardon, master, but they found out the one weakness..."

"You are forgiven."

*This is really unlike him!*

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The scout seemed to be Greh'tor's age, in light armor and with a sabre. He has braided black hair and brown eyes, all those traits common amongst the Orcs. He seemed rather excited, but tried not to show it.

"Greetings, warrior. What is your name?" - Durotan begun.

"Rek'nar, master."

"What is the message, Rek'nar?" - Drek'thar slowly spoke.

"We have found what seems to be the dominant people of this land. They are weaker then us, have pink skin, smaller teeth, and diverse colors of hair."

"Anything else?" - asked Durotan.

"Most of them have a lot of honour, they are as intelligent as we are, or so it seems, some of them speak in Habarothin. They also value friendship, and have strange weapons. Their main strength is in agility." - Scout explained rather quickly, just as if he was... scared of Durotan.

"I see. How did you find them?"

"In a small village that they call Elwyn."

*Elwyn! We must warn them - they seem to be innocents soon to be wrapped up in Gul'dan's plans!*

"When Greh'tor and the others found them, a warrior in a brown cape has warned us in several strange tongues, including Habarothin. They were under attack of these dark-green things and some Twilight Hammer warriors, and were fighting heroically in a losing battle. We came just in time, and the remainders of the enemy have fled."

"So, they are involved in the war?"

"Yes."

"Very well." - To that the scout turned around, and Durotan added - "Get a good rest, and then ride to Greh'tor. The Orcs in the other camps are repairing the second attack as we speak..."

*Let us hope we have gained a valuable ally.*

And then the scout added - "Greh'tor also wants reinforcements. He already guessed the possibility of the second attack, and feels the need to protect Elwyn from any other attacks."

"Reinforcements he will get..." - Durotan spoken, as the scout left.

"I think I know what you mean" - Drek'thar smirked - "you are as reckless as you were, my friend."

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