Xequarg's Journal
As one of the few Taiga Orcs who have any semblance of intelligence (many have claimed me to be
half elf. HA! I laugh at them, though I am part goblin...) I gladly accepted the role to overseer
the TaintBroiled Encampment.
Upon my arrival, I was greeted with none other than the sight of some of the little folk I that
I love. Now by love, I mean it like I love steak. Their tough meat is delicious with a side of
honey and some plump helmet bisquits. Mmmmmmm.
Anyway, sneaking past them was a breeze and upon getting inside I immediatly start getting everyone
together into groups. All Snagas are now called thus, all smiths caste as such, and so forth. Some
people would rather me remember their actual names, but why should I care about such inferior beasts.
My intelligence is better spent on more important matters. I will note that some of their names
I thought were humorous and remembered because of that.
((All non-named orcs of a certain casts are named such. Anyone with a name has a letter next to their
name. S for snaga, R for ronin, U for Uruk, and C for crafter/smith))
Now to business. I see that almost nobody has any jobs assigned and they are just lazying around
doing nothing waiting for the siege to end. Typical. They have no idea what to do and therefore
they do nothing. I whack the miners into action and the smiths as well. I will have that dwarven
meat outside if it is the last thing I do.
Talking about things to do, while looking around the stockpiles I realized that we had an insorbidant
amount of gold. Me being the connoisseur that I am, I decided to get one of the orcs minting me
some gold coins right away. Turns out this trip won't be as bad as I thought.
But back to the task at hand...
((I haven't even unpaused the game yet, I'm so absolutely terrified that I'm going to die. And before you ask my why I'm minting coins it is because I am in character, so shut up.))