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[Ahra]

Albrecht was praying to sigmar in his tent for the safety of the men.

[adwarf]

Alek was setting his men, which was around ten handgunners, to work, on building some rough form of walls to provide cover, and slow down the enemy. So far only a fourth of the camp had a two foot wall of fallen trees, and branches found around the sight. This place seemed evil in a way. and Alek was growing restless he told three of his men to take up guard duty, and watch for enemies.

[Dwarmin]

Isadora has a laugh at the gunners expense. She doubted even the chaos hordes would attack in weather this bad, and if they did, a two foot wall of old trees wouldn't stop them.

[Atilliano]

Slowly Vornan, bloody, soaked and muddy, approached the camp of the humans, whilst thinking, because of all the rain, the pathetic palisade and his wounds, it was an Orc camp. He had been banished for asking more loot than he 'deserved', and thus he seeked out for three days, a warband or horde that would take him in, but his wounds were becoming dangerous, he could not go far anymore. He gathered all his strength and walked to the gate. When it was 30 feet away, he fell on his knees. He could hear yells and screams, but not of orcs, but of men. Then, he fell to the ground, and all he could see was darkness...



(he wears a very rusty plate armor and helmet, together with a rusty one handed battleaxe, its an Orc)

[Dwarmin]

((Ghazkull let you in the game right? lol, I don't care either way.
I'm thinking your an Ork. To the stockades with you!))

Isadora heard the sound before the others. A distinctive heavy and plodding shuffle, like something hurt...or dying. She joined the other men who were going to investigate and found...an ORC! Probably an injured and confused scout, or maybe he had gone mad and was trying to attack the camp by himself?

Either way, there was only one way to deal with them...

"He's nearly dead already. Let's put the damnned monster out of his misery! I'll give him a cleaner death than he would have given us."


Isadora stepped forward and raised her sword to decapacitate...damn Orks. They had killed him. The only man she ever felt anything for. Slaughtered him right in front of her...this one wouldn't get away, at least...this is for Hugh!

Her heart was beating out of control, as if it meant to leap out of her chest.

[adwarf]

The blade was stopped by a Alek's rifle looking at Isadora he says " No do not harm him. Orcs move in groups not alone ......... something is wrong here ........ " he looks at three of the guards and says "Get him inside, and lets see if we can get him to talk. "

[Dwarmin]

Her blood ran cold. The nerve of him! She was a soldier...and soldiers...killed...enemies. They killed and killed and didn't stop, and that was war. Hugh had taught her that. If she hadn't been so...cowardly...she could have saved him...could have...

Alek had no idea how close he came to death, but like the other times, she put the emotions in a box. Paitence. Let is simmer. You'll get your chance. It worked most of the time.

"If you insist...sir." she added sarcastically, sheathing her weapon.

"Don't count me surprised if he's nothing more than an inept spy. I suppose you'll give him until dawn for the execution, then? That's...only fair."

[adwarf]

" Spy ? I think you overestimate the orks they prefer to kill, and slaughter, and destroy everthing in their path. All who follow such a path are nothing more than monsters, souless creatures that death should take sooner than any other. If we accept such a path, which is what you want to do right now, we would be no better than them. " with that Alek left Isadora, and he felt a chill run down the spine of his back as hhe thought This woman she cares not for anyone, but her self, and wants nothing, but to destroy those in her way. I could tell just from the cold look in her eyes that no one should stand in her way. Well I quess she just found her match for I will not back down, and that is exactly what she wants me to do. This ork will not be executed, but interrogated then let free to do what he wishes

[Dwarmin]

((Also, I can't believe I spelled "ork" wrong. Slaneesh, forgive me!))

Arrogance. That's what she saw. Bleeding heart. Men like him let chaos roam unchecked, while convincing themselves it was all okay as long as they felt good about it. And it was people like her that suffered for those choices.

She would hold her tounge and hold her blade, for now, and smile.

[Atilliano]

Vornan could feel men pulling him to something, or somewhere... Where was he going again? He couldn't remember. Sometimes, he saw some vague figures and a palisade, but no more than that. Eventually, he was thrown at the ground in a... A tent? Then, all went dark again...

[Dwarmin]

Isadora followed them into the tent and dared anyone to order her to leave

"I want to keep an eye on this one. Orks can seem dazed or wounded and bounce back just like that. You'll need an extra sword to overpower him if he wakes up, I'll warrant. "

[adwarf]

Alek set the ork upright, and asked " Why have you come here, and where is the rest of your horde ? Answer quick for I have little patience, and an itching to slit your throat with a knife. " Alek would try to intimidate the ork, and see if there was a chance to scare it if not then he seemed like an equal to another ork, and thisw gave him an advantage.

[Dwarmin]

Isadora interjected angrily,

"Admit why you were skulking near our camp, Ork, and we may let you die with honor, instead of by the hangmans rope."

As long as you die, she finished in thought.

[adwarf]

Alek looked up at Isadora then at looking at his men he says " Escort Isadora to her tents if she is going to interrupt this process then she should not be here. I will let you stay if you keep from stating a comment that is a lie we will not kill him if he cooperates."

[Ghazkull]

((What in the Name of...wheres that Ork coming from? Were in the Stirlands...in this areas Orks are quite seldom...could you at least post an application in the off topic thread? OK let's see what we can do with that...also adwarf i would be careful in the Warhammer universe you might get burned on teh stake for what you are just thinking and saying...))

Guntram was standing at the perimeter of the camp keeping guard...in some fucking abandoned hills, with no fucking life in a range of 50 miles. This was ridiculous, the rain was ridiculous and the standing at guard in the night, while it was raining heavily, with no sight at all and the fires going out all few minutes. He hated the Seargent and he hated...suddenly he saw movement in the darkness. What in Sigmars name? A single man was approaching, dressed in ragged furs and carrying an axe.

Hello? HELLO? who are you? Stop right there!