Another chapter! my writen spree paid of and I finished another chapter and I am well into the next. New returning characters in this one. I would to see Reviews from a greater amount of people, not just one who reviews every chapter. But to the one who has been reviewing, thanks.
Chapter 4: Orcs And Orcish
Jack and Warrick took walks to explore the oasis and found nothing except trees, bugs, snakes and snap jaw. No centaur sightings, only a few hoof prints. Jack hadn't slept after his long sleep and that was already two days ago. But now any tiredness that was in him had vanished. For the first time they had ventured to the edge of the oasis. They were looking at a vast barren landscape. There were a few large trees strewn across ground the ground that was mostly made up of brown grass, but here and there were a few spots that were only sand. "Looks barren." Warrick blurted.
"That's why it's called The Barrens, I think." Jack replied dryly.
Sounds came from their left, from behind a collection of large boulders. They walked over to the boulders and Jack peeked over one. Behind the boulder there was a ditch in ground. In the ditch a battle raged. The sounds they heard were battles cries and swords and axes striking armor and flesh. It was clear that one side was centaur, but the other. They were big green humanoids. Large out jutting jaws were decorated by large tusks. Their bodies and limbs were large heavily muscled, and they were wielding their weapons with cunning and strength. The two to far away too see individual features.
"Can you lift me up Jack? I want to see it as well." Jack lifted Warrick up with one arm while thinking of a way to teach Warrick a bit of manners when talking to his elders and superior officers. Warrick had seen enough after a few moments and requested to be sat down again. "I recognise those horseman, from what described to me yesterday, as centaur." Warrick said referring to a conversion of the previous day by the lake.
It seemed that the centaur were losing the fight. The centaur only had two dozen warriors and many lay dead already, while the green skins had double and were constantly outwitting there enemies with strategy and had better armor. The green skins were also fighting with more skill. "Nicely done." Jack said, still peeking over the rocks, about a good strategic manoeuvre. A few warriors, backed up by one with a gun and one who was using magic, were ordered to go around the enemy and attack them from behind, killing several centaur that were using bows and forcing the centaur to fight on two fronts and eventually surrounding them.
The wind turned so the wind carried the smells from the battlefield to the two onlookers. Their senses were overwhelmed by the smell of burning flesh from magic and death. The last few centaur were surrounded into a single group and it was a standoff, one side waiting for the other side to start the fight again. The green skin who was apparently the leader stepped forward towards the centaur. The leader was wearing heavy red plate mail. He began to speak in an unknown language but Jack and Warrick assumed the leader was asking the centaur to surrender.
A bulky centaur stepped towards the leader, shouted something that sounded like an curse, then spat towards the leader in red armor. The leader wiped his face slowly and said something gently, sarcasm dripping from his voice, then turned away and waved his hand signalling his warriors to attack. Battle cries once more arose from the field and the two sides attacked. The last centaur were killed in a matter of seconds by both magic and steel.
When the battle was over the green skins collected their dead and wounded and moved away. Warrcick and Jack used the opportunity to go down and inspect the field. Jack walked over the bulky centaur and prodded him with his gun. "muerte." He said softly to himself.
"Come take a look at this!" Warrick's voice came loudly.
"Not so loud, they might hear." Jack said while moving to Warrick's location. "What is it?"
"Look at this one." Warrick said as if in answer. Jack looked down upon the body that was lying in front of them. Jack saw what Warrick wanted him to see. This centaur did not look like the others, It was slimmer and had a curved upper body. It was a female centaur. A wound decorated her head like an axe had bitten into it. The skull had cracked open and because of that her jaw had become dislocated and was sticking out at an awkward angle. "woman."
"So? We have woman in our armies as well." Jack replied as if in explanation.
Warrick looked uncomfortable. "It just doesn't sit right with me."
"If you're going to start about skill I have to remind of that one time that you got your ass kicked by that lieutenant in a fair hand to hand match."
"I rest my case." Warrick said annoyed at Jack's last statement.
Jack was amazed at Warrick's ability to remain untouched by the carnage and smell that was around them. "It doesn't bother you that good lives were lost here?"
"While they did something they believed was right."
"Well that is one way of looking at it. But that attitude will vaporise when you have seen the effect the loss of live has on family and friends, my YOUNG friend. I have seen what it does. I had to explain, every time one of my soldiers died, that they died for a cause, a good cause. While, in truth, at least in my eyes, there is no good cause to fight."
"You have told me that when I arrived at your base, sir. But you also told me it was a good cause to defend yourself, if attacked and you have no other option." Warrick thought about something for a few moments. "And this is coming from someone who lived under alien oppress…." Jack cut him of with a sharp glance.
"You are walking on thin ice there… captain." Jack said, bringing authority to his voice.
"Sorry, sir."
"Well as long as you don't begin about it again you are forgiven. Come on, let's go tell Nell about all this.
On the way back Jack's tiredness began to filter back into his mind. When they were back he left Warrick to talk to Nell about what they had seen. "So these green skins have those centaur surrounded and…"
"Orcs, I already told you, orcs."
"Right, orcs."
"I get it, the orcs surround them, give them one last chance to surrender and then the centaur decline, as they usually do, and the last centaur get killed. Does that sound about right?" Nell already knew the orcs would give one last chance to surrender, although the orcs don't like to pause in battle. They only do so because the their war chief demands it. Two minutes of silence passed between the two. Nell looked to Jack's sleeping body and hoped he knew what he was doing by falling asleep now, leaving Nell to deal with the energetic Warrick. "You don't seem to mind being here, in this world."
"This is why I joined up in the first place. I wanted to see the worlds and it's landscapes."
"Well you probably wont be able to go back now." Nell saw that fact sink in with Warrick. Warrick's face saddened a bit. "It isn't a bad place, there are lot's of places to explore without being anywhere near battle." To himself he silently added, "I hope" He saw Warrick's face brighten up again at that. "You read? Warrick."
"Off course everybody reads, but I prefer TV"
"TV?"
Warrick knew exactly what to do. He had to teach this barbarian a few things about technology's finest production. "Yes TV. It displays images and makes sound. It began with black and white. Then color, then 3D. It can display the news, documentaries and movies. Oh and always a lot of commercials, always commercials."
"Movies?
"Yes like a book only with images and sound."
Didn't know what to say. He could just that it sounds nice, or he could say what he really though, but that might offend Warrick a bit. He choice to say the truth anyway. "Sounds boring. With a book you can use your own imagination to create your own images in your head. But with a movie it is set."
"You don't know what you are saying!" Warrick said dramatically.
Jack was sitting on a rock looking at his sleeping body. He was waiting for inevitable appearance of the demon. His patience was rewarded by booming laughter. "HAHAHA, you humans can be hilarious as well." Jack turned around to look at the demon whose shoulders were still heaving with amusement. A frown from Jack betrayed his curiosity. "No I wont tell you, I'll leave you guessing. Now about that little brother of yours…" Jack listened to what the demon had to say, and what he showed him. This time he kept to himself that it still wasn't the worst things he had experienced.
He was walking in a burned out village when he suddenly heard Nell's voice in his head again, "time to wake up, it's morning again. You know how." Morning! Already? He indeed knew what to do, so he picked the medallion from his pocket, grabbed it with both hands and thought about waking up.
He woke up in his chair. The sun was rising and casting orange light over his surroundings. The visage of Warrick filled his view. "Jack! Nell and I have thought up something to help us in our stay here." Warrick seemed as enthusiastic as ever and now he was nearly jumping from his skin with excitement.
"What is it?" Jack groaned still having the image of the burned village in his mind. He stood up from his chair and stretched.
Nell stepped forward and began, "Language. First thing you'll need to communicate with the inhabitants of this land is language. Warrick has helped me test the spell last night."
"How?" Jack asked. "How did he help you test a spell?"
"Since you are not from this world the subtle parts of might not be exactly like mine or the other natives of this world."
Nell guided them inside the cave to the centre were now a few torches were lit. In the light of the torches a circle of rose quartz could be seen. The circle had patterns along it's edge that seemed to glow with their own light.
Jack bent down to touch the circle but Nell warned that that might disable the spell. Warrick did not have complete confidence in Nell's spell, after last night. But in the end Nell got his spell to work so… " It might cause a head ache, because a lot of information is being shoved into you brain." Nell warned.
"We have already had a lot of head ache the last few days, we can handle a bit more." Warrick said eager to be done with it. He looked over to Jack to see if he would say anything about, but Jack kept quiet.
"Ok then, just step inside the circle of power, then I will perform the spell to give you to two most commonly used languages: Common and Orcish. Don't resist the information coming in your head, that will only make the head ache worse."
"HEAD-ACHE! THIS IS DAMN HEAD-TRAUMA!" Jack shouted after Nell was done. Warrick was swaying in his steps, trying to get outside. Jack followed Nell outside the cave. "You didn't say it would be this bad!"
"I told you to not resist." Nell simply stated. Nell explained the spell had left him drained and that he would rest inside the cave, in the complete darkness.
Jack had indeed resisted the 'intrusion' a bit in the beginning but had let it happen in the end. Nell had explained it would only be this bad when he had resisted a lot, but hadn't resisted that much. He looked into the sun which wasn't lighting the area orange anymore. It only served to worsen the pain. Suddenly something rose in him a feeling that he didn't like at all. It seemed to push him back and is view went darker and darker until he could see nothing anymore. He instantly knew this was the demon trying to take control, so he fought it as hard as he could. Something that to him seemed only seconds had in real time been longer.
When his view returned to him he saw he was bending over Warrick's sleeping form, hands around the throat. Warrick was sleeping and didn't notice. He pulled his hands back and noticed his head-ache had considerably lessened. He walked back outside and began strolling around the vicinity, trying to get as far away from anybody as possible.
When he got back he saw Nell and Warrick talking to each other, in orcish. "Hey Jack, we were just testing if I really had received all the information needed, so far it seems complete." Warrick started, still looking like he had a hangover and less enthusiasm in his voice. Nell looked at Jack as if they shared a common secret. Jack wondered if Nell knew what he had almost done. But he wasn't going to start about it in the vicinity of Warrick. "Why don't you try Jack?"
Jack was getting more and more annoyed with Warrick's disregard of rank. He tried remember what would be general in the orcish language and found it. "General, captain Warrick." He said in orcish.
Nell couldn't stand it anymore that Jack wanted to be called general, he wasn't even on his own world anymore! "Jack! you are not your own world anymore, Cant you give the kid a break on this?" Nell said in common.
Both Warrick and Jack tried to switch to common the fastest, but Warrick was faster. "KID! I am already twenty five years old!"
"KID!" Jack and Nell said simultaneous. "Ok, Nell, I guess you're right." Jack continued.
Warrick did not like the way the conversation was going and decided that it was his turn to take a walk. He turned around to the trees and started walking. "What do think you're doing?" Jack started.
"I am going to take a walk, alone." Warrick replied. Nell kept quiet wondering how they were going to solve this.
"Alone… that might be dangerous." Jack continued.
"Why? Took walks alone." Warrick said, annoyance clearly in his voice.
"I had my gun." Jack replied neutrally. "Want to borrow it?"
Warrick realized he was right, only Jack had a gun left to protect them on walks and although they hadn't been threatened yet it might happen anytime. But Warrick also new how high the calibre of Jack's gun was. "No thank you, I'll just wreck my wrist when I try to it." Jack made a face like that was the most obvious fact that had ever existed.
"Are you two done?"
Next day Jack and Warrick took their daily mid-day walk. They were walking through lush undergrowth trying to pick up trails from larger animals. Jack had been, to his own amazement, quite good at it, but Warrick just couldn't tell the difference between one set and the other, except when they were so different from each other that even he could see differences. Jack had picked up the trail of a hoofed animal, not centaur. The trail was directing them to the edge of the oasis, so it might be a animal that normally lives on the plains that came into the oasis to take a drink from the lake. Jack had asked Warrick to follow the trail as long as he could. Warrick did fine until another trail crossed it or walked along side it for a while.
Jack suddenly laid his hand on Warrick's shoulder and made a move with his fingers indicating that Warrick should keep quiet. He heard something coming from some distance away. "Do you hear that to?" Jack asked. Warrick just nodded. They walked in the sound's direction.
When they got closer they heard the guttural tones that made up the orcish language. "No! was not send here to spy on you damn centaur!" A high pitched cry split the sky a moment later.
They sat down behind a bush covering them from the eyes of the ones they were watching. There were four centaur standing there in a clearing between the trees, armed with sword and axes and they had captured an orcish female. A blooded axe was lying on the ground. One of the largest centaur was holding the orc, he also bore a cut across his side. The large centaur was holding the orc so that Warrick and Jack could not see her well.
A smaller centaur, but evidently older one, was interrogating the orc. "I ask last time before I use very painful methods: why are you here." the centaur said in broken orcish.
"I told you the truth! I came here to hunt for myself instead of having to eat those filthy damn army rations!" The female replied, spitting blood from her mouth which the smaller centaur had just struck with his hand.
"We should help her." Warrick began.
"Indeed we should. You go around them to the opposite side of this little clearing. When I rise from the bush you do so as well, this will force them to watch her, me and you." Jack said with his strategic mind in motion. "We'll try to settle this without violence ok? Warrick?"
"ok."
"Not good enough, you here to spy us!" The centaur shouted next to her ear. She did not like this centaur, not that she liked any centaur, but this one really was one of the worst. The thing she despised most about this situation was that she was caught of guard. She doubted she was going to get out of this alive but she wasn't going without a fight and she sure wasn't going to break in front of this bunch of bastards.
"NO! FOR THE LAST TIME! ICAME HERE TO HUNT! YOU FILTHY DOG." The smaller centaur's fist was suddenly in her stomach. The pain shot up through her nerves into her brain and she groaned, not able to, if she wanted, bring out anything else because the wind also blow out of her. The smaller centaur nodded to the larger one, whom she had wounded, and the pressure on her chest increased rapidly, multiplying fast.
The pressure stayed the same at given moment but she felt that if the centaur was going to squeeze any harder her ribs would begin cracking. "Friend squeeze harder, your ribs crack, last time, what you doing here?" For a fleeting second the larger centaur squeezed harder, showing her that he could indeed squeeze harder.
A moment later the pressure stopped and the centaur began shouting at each other. She fell to the ground and instinctively went for her axe. When she was standing again she saw the centaur had a visitor. He was the biggest human, in every way, she had ever seen. He was wearing strange clothing, green pants, green shirt and a black vest over his shirt, he had graying hair and grey eyes, on his shoulders he sported four stars, two each shoulder. "Stop this!" he shouted in, to her surprise, orcish.
Another human clothed the same way stepped out at the other side of the clearing. This one was much shorter and had blond hair. But where the bigger one was carrying something in his right hand this one had nothing. She was certain that the smaller one was just there to force the centaur to watch him as well. not bad, she thought to herself.
The centaur hadn't completely forgotten her, the large centaur was still keeping more than one eye on her. The interrogator redirected his attention to the large human. "Get out! Human!" He said but he seemed a little less certain how to solve this problem.
"You get out, centaur. Or I'll have to make a few holes in your chest!" The human said fluent but heavily accented. She felt embarrassed, she was going to be rescued from four centaur by two humans, by humans!"
"How you make holes in chest"? you no have weapon!" The centaur interrogator said looking a bit nervous at the glittering silver object in the humans hand which was pointed at the centaur. Could it be a gun? She had never heard of seen any that looked like that, no it couldn't be, maybe he used it with spells. Yes those two had to be mages.
The human pointed the object more earthward and a great blasting sound erupted from it. Fire erupted from it's front. So it is a gun! The bullet cracked the centaur's front right hoof in two pieces, one flying of into the bush and the other still attached to the leg.
The centaur screamed in pain as a small stream of blood began to pour from the wound. He clutched his leg and howled some more, he did not quite fall over but he was barely able stand as it was. The larger centaur had now abandoned his assignment of watching her and began to charge. She knew this would be bad for the human, he would have to reload before he could shoot again and the two other centaur looked as if they were about charge him as well.
But again he surprised her. He didn't even flinch when the large centaur let loose a battle cry and came for him. He didn't reload either. He just aimed the gun at the large centaur going for a non-lethal shot. He shot again and the bullet hit large centaur's shoulder. The centaur didn't even look at it and continued charging. The other two charged the same human as well. The smaller human looked almost disappointed that he wasn't going to be object of a charge today.
The large human aimed lower than the shoulder this time, he had turned from trying to do it non-lethal. Something in the human's eyes glittered and they seemed to glow red for just a moment. He shot tree times in quick succession hitting the centaur in the hart, right lung and right in between those two shots. But now he surely had to reload, he had shot five times.
The centaur staggered and fell down still twitching and blood already pouring from the hart, almost spraying from the hart wound. The human aimed to the other two, waiting a moment to see if they would stop their charge, but they didn't. He shot again, the first centaur got hit in the middle of his neck, cracked his spine and almost beheading him. The second one was not granted a quick death like that. As the gun turned to him he made an ill attempt at turning away. The bullets still hit, all in his stomach and one in the chest, puncturing a lung.
The last centaur staggered but kept his footing. He walked a few steps away and then cried out all the air in his lungs and fell down. Four bullets were in his body, or had gone through it, as well. He was still alive, pumping his blood rapidly from wounds in his lower body and filling the punctured lung. He kept moaning but increasingly weak.
The interrogator was still alive and able to walk to some extent. He stood up and made a poor attempt at charging the much larger human. The smaller one jumped forward and grabbed the axe from the centaur's hands and punched him to the head in one smooth movement. Before the centaur could react he had kicked the damaged hoof and punched the centaur's stomach. The centaur fell back down and cried out again from the pain in his face, stomach and hoof.
The small human bend down and made sure the centaur could not move. The larger one approached, still holding the gun. "I told you to leave her alone, didn't I?" he paused and then poked the top of the gun in the fractured hoof. The centaur let loose another set of howls and then quieted. The human looked at the centaur in a mixture of pity and contempt. "We will release you now and you will go to your leader, the khan if I remember right and you will tell him that there will be no more ambushing of lone orc hunters who want better food than nasty army rations. Right!" The human tried make himself more threatening by making himself look even more taller and wider than he already was.
The centaur seemed to shrink in his presence and was now openly afraid. But he wasn't going to beg for his life. Instead he just nodded. The human nodded to the smaller one who immediately let the centaur go. The centaur got up using all five remaining limbs and sped away as fast as he could, forgetting his weapon.
The large human walked over to the dying one and shot him clean in the head, ending his suffering. Then he walked back to the smaller human and said something to him in an unknown language, one that she knew wasn't common because she had learned a few sentences in that language, enough to be able to tell a human attacker she wasn't the enemy, enough to know that what they were speaking wasn't common.
The smaller one nodded and walked in her direction. She knew she looked uncertain, maybe even afraid, as to what to do now. She chose to stay put and wait for him to begin. The larger human came up behind the smaller one and kept his weapon in hand so she could see they were not defenceless. She had no intension of going up against her saviours, although they were human.
"Are you alright?" The smaller human asked in orcish looking at jaw which showed a trail of blood from the beating. His eyes then passed over the rest of her body inspecting her armor and checking for any other injuries. She was wearing regular grunt armor which consisted of heavy red shoulder plating with white spikes jutting from them, a leather strap to hold it in place and mail pants. She was wearing gloves as well. Under her mail armor she wore a leather shirt to protect he stomach.
His eyes lingered a bit to long at her upper chest which sported round feminine forms. The larger human saw this to and slapped the back of smaller one's head. And said something in their own language that sounded like a warning. The smaller said something that sounded like an apology.
"I'm fine." she replied gruffly.
Warrick had to admit that was it not for the tusks and the green skin she would have been one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Hell, she was still beautiful, even with green skin and small tusks jutting from the strong jaw. Long black hair cascaded over shoulders and her eyes were brown. Her body was much more slender than that of the males he had seen earlier, but it was still well muscled. But now was not the time for such thoughts. So he pushed them away. "Great! What is your name if I may ask?"
"Grisha, and you?" She tried to sound nice and grateful, only succeeding partly.
"I am Warrick." Warrick said while offering her a hand. She took firm grip of it and shook and squeezed at the same time.
"And I am General Jack Triment." Jack said also offering a hand. She took his to but this time her hand completely disappeared in his. He almost crushed her hand without any effort.
"A firm grip you have there, Jack."
Warrick looked at Jack questioning. "You used to not like it when any of your men saluted you or called you general, and now seem almost proud of it."
Jack gave Warrick a sharp look. "Not here Warrick." He redirected his attention to Grisha. "so, do you need an escort to where ever you come from. Or should we part ways right here right now?"
"I am going back right now but you may keep me company until I get there, it is only one hour of walking and they have sentries a few miles from the base."
They started to walk into The Barrens over dry ground and brown grass. Here and there they saw a tree with in the shade high grass and lion like animals. When the trio would approach they got up from their lying position and growl, letting them know they were trespassing on their territory. The trio would then take a longer way around and continue on their way. Every now and then Jack would bent down and inspect a hoof print, but they hadn't seen any animal that could have made them yet.
"How old are you Grisha?" Warrick asked while Jack was inspecting the horizon for any animals or centaur.
"Twenty five, you?"
"twenty two. He is much older I don't know exactly."
"fifty six, I am older than both of you together." Jack said absently, he was staring at the horizon. He stopped and holstered his weapon and took his binoculars that were also hanging from his vest.
"What are you doing here anyway? two humans in The Barrens." She asked curiously.
Jack gave Warrick a glance and than said in his own language as neutral as he could, so he wouldn't betray what it went about to Grisha, "use your imagination."
Warrick understood and thought something up and then continued in orcish. "Well, there actually is a third of us back in the oasis, but already lived here, I think… Anyway, we came here because of some spell gone wrong on the island far away from here, where we live. It is very far away from here and it isn't on any of your maps, unfortunately."
"He is a general?"
"Yes he is. Good one to."
Jack suddenly gripped Warrick's shoulder and nearly dislocated Warrick's shoulder. "Over there!" He said raising his a bit. He pointed to a form in the distance. They focused on it.
"Ooh! That is just a zefra." Garisha said.
"These tracks belong to that creature." Jack said, again pointing at the zefra. It looked like a regular zebra to Jack but with brown stripes and a horn on it's head.
"ooooh, somebody pinch me."
Jack looked at his companions, only to see that they were completely uninterested in tracks.
"What is that exactly?" Grisha asked while pointing at Jack's gun, beginning a new subject.
"A gun, thought you had those around here." Jack answered neutrally.
"We do but those are larger and look different. Those don't shoot as fast as what you did."
Warrick and Jack glanced at each other. They were going to have to make something up again. "It is a revolutionary new design where we come from." Warrick began, Jack just nodded in agreement, hoping Grisha would believe them.
Grisha looked at them both for a second, then said, "right."
They continued en route. The things they spoke about mostly were about how Jack an Warrick's fictive homeland looked like. They would make something up that was as close as it got to the truth, but they never spoke of being transported from a different dimension or time.
When they got as close as could come to the camp Grisha began speaking. "We will have to say goodbye now, behind that next hill is the army I am stationed at. Maybe we will meet again."
"of course we will meet again. Where is this army of yours going anyway?" Warrick asked curiously.
"The army is going to Mulgore to check on a rumour."
"You need an army to check a rumour?" Jack asked unbelieving.
"The rumour is about a potential dangerous enemy of the horde, in the lands occupied by one of the orc's allies, the tauren."
"We may just follow then." Warrick began a bit to enthusiastic.
"We will?" Jack blurted before he could stop himself.
"Don't do that, please. Most of the other orcs are not so kind on humans." Grisha said with a small bit of fear in her voice, not for her, but for them.
"See Warrick, you and your will to go have an adventure might have gotten us captured by a bunch of non-human loving orcs."
Warrick gave in but to himself he said he would still try to go this Mulgore place, together with Jack and/or Nell or alone. They said goodbyes to each other and went their own ways.
When Warrick and Jack had been walking back for a while Jack started again. "You would really like to follow them to Mulgore? And not just to see the lands I think."
"It is only a passing thing I have for all beautiful woman." Warrick replied sharply.
"I know, I have read your file. Got you in to trouble more than once, didn't it?" Jack said teasing Warrick a bit.
"I don't really want to talk about it."
Grisha walked over the hill back to the camp. Her superiors would wonder where she had been the past three hours.
She had been kind to the humans because they had, after all, saved her from the centaur. She thought the large one, Jack, was had been kind and proved that not all humans were scumbags. Warrick however had been a bit to kind, she did not like the way he looked at her, but she didn't want to risk getting shot if she would strike hit him. All in all, she was happy to be rid of the situation. She hoped Warrick wouldn't confince Jack, or the third, to go with him, to follow the orcish army. It would be a waste if humans who knew honor would die.
A few days ago I noticed that there already was an orcish female in World Of Warcraft called Grisha, who thereby is the property of blizzard (I think), But I did not know it the moment I wrote this Chapter, so I hope I am forgiven. Grisha in the game is just a flightmaster in the Searing Gorge and so isnt really a key part of the game.