p.richard
Scholar
The foggy image of a lone High Orc surrounded by a very large clan of ogres enters the dreaming. Though they are imposing and vicious in nature, the Ogres seem to be getting along with the High Orc you know as Thousand Bones. Suddenly, Bones' eyes grow wide as a large and meaty yellow fist bashes into the face of the High Orc. The once foggy image of Bones turns solid, as he fully enters the dream.
Ha! He got me! These damn Ogres sure know how to throw a hook!
Bones lets out a vicious scream.
And they throw parties just like the Bleeding Eye! Don't worry, Bones found the Gnarltusk. Bones keeps his promises. While they don't fully trust Bones yet, they certainly enjoy watching Bones help with their winter preparation. Nogra, the High Ogre that leads these normal Ogres tells me its not every day a High Orc comes to aid the Gnarltusk. She insinuated that the tribes and clans of the Howling Woods don't really get along all that much unless absolutely necessary. Which is pretty standard for most of my kind as well.
Bones also learned something fun about the Ogres. They don't like the idea of tribes. It is too lowly for them. Therefore, they come from clans. Odd for this High Orc to hear but I understand what they mean after staying with them for the past week. They are a large family! Just like the Bleeding Eye! They do what they can to protect their own and they are extremely prideful about this. Bones has much respect for them, and Bones thinks they feel the same way about this High Orc.
The Gnarltusk are known in the lands to the South. Bones knows this to be true. Nogra told Bones that the Baron of Warchester throws feasts for the Gnarltusk every Tuesday. Bones guesses this is a source of great pride with the Gnarltusk. Bones doesn't believe that these Ogres wish harm to any of the people that live in the area. They just want to thrive like everyone else. Bones respects that... a lot.
The High Orc frowns in thought.
One thing that Bones does know is that any talk about the Vilker Hobgoblins is typically met with narrowed eyes and distrust. Something happened that the Gnarltusk aren't telling Bones. This High Orc thinks he hasn't quite earned their trust enough yet to tell me. Give Bones another week and this High Orc will learn more.
The High Orc becomes foggy again as you hear the music and laughter of the Gnarltusk Ogres in the distance. A big sweltering bruise suddenly appears under the right eye of the High Orc. He laughs and lunges towards the fat Ogre that dared challenge him. Laughter erupts from the crowd and everyone cheers the warriors on.
One thing is certain, Bones is certainly in his element...
Ha! He got me! These damn Ogres sure know how to throw a hook!
Bones lets out a vicious scream.
And they throw parties just like the Bleeding Eye! Don't worry, Bones found the Gnarltusk. Bones keeps his promises. While they don't fully trust Bones yet, they certainly enjoy watching Bones help with their winter preparation. Nogra, the High Ogre that leads these normal Ogres tells me its not every day a High Orc comes to aid the Gnarltusk. She insinuated that the tribes and clans of the Howling Woods don't really get along all that much unless absolutely necessary. Which is pretty standard for most of my kind as well.
Bones also learned something fun about the Ogres. They don't like the idea of tribes. It is too lowly for them. Therefore, they come from clans. Odd for this High Orc to hear but I understand what they mean after staying with them for the past week. They are a large family! Just like the Bleeding Eye! They do what they can to protect their own and they are extremely prideful about this. Bones has much respect for them, and Bones thinks they feel the same way about this High Orc.
The Gnarltusk are known in the lands to the South. Bones knows this to be true. Nogra told Bones that the Baron of Warchester throws feasts for the Gnarltusk every Tuesday. Bones guesses this is a source of great pride with the Gnarltusk. Bones doesn't believe that these Ogres wish harm to any of the people that live in the area. They just want to thrive like everyone else. Bones respects that... a lot.
The High Orc frowns in thought.
One thing that Bones does know is that any talk about the Vilker Hobgoblins is typically met with narrowed eyes and distrust. Something happened that the Gnarltusk aren't telling Bones. This High Orc thinks he hasn't quite earned their trust enough yet to tell me. Give Bones another week and this High Orc will learn more.
The High Orc becomes foggy again as you hear the music and laughter of the Gnarltusk Ogres in the distance. A big sweltering bruise suddenly appears under the right eye of the High Orc. He laughs and lunges towards the fat Ogre that dared challenge him. Laughter erupts from the crowd and everyone cheers the warriors on.
One thing is certain, Bones is certainly in his element...