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Pyroclastic · 03-01-2004, 01:54 PM

Far from the Mountain of Erebor, Uzgash the Iron Helmed stared at the blank cavern wall, deep in thought. If King Dain had been tall, muscular, and hideous, they might have born a resemblance. The great orc could hear the banging and shouting of Grog the Troll, who was playing in the next cavern over. Grashnegg and Zregic were really doing an admirable job with him. Uzgash’s thoughts were elsewhere, however. Plans for the revolt were always heavy on his mind. He hadn’t heard form Nazkash since he had first approached him with the concept. Uzgash was beginning to regret having involved Nazkash. The more Uzgash considered it, the less he thought of the wimpy little orc he had chosen. Could something that little lead a full scale revolt? Uzgash had chosen him because once Nazklash got rid of Turgrog and his body guards, it would not be hard to dispose of Nazklash himself. Ahh, if only he were still a marauder of the open plains. Things had been so much simpler then. Here in Moria he couldn’t just go about killing all of the Captains, you had to create turmoil, and spread rumors, and ensure your leadership…it was enough to drive an orc to exhaustion. All this thinking! Back before Moria, thought had been an unnecessary expenditure.

The cavern walls shuddered, but Grog was silent and still. Uzgash paused in his thinking for a moment, and his heart quickened. You could feel it, the fear, and the power. Even Uzgash was afraid. If he had been outside, he would have seen the orc minions scrambling for cover. Grog began to wail. The Fiery One was waking. After a moment the feeling subsided, but Uzgash was now alert. Something was disturbing the Nameless Fear.

03-01-2004, 01:54 PM	#94
Pyroclastic Haunting Spirit Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Mordor University, Wisconsin Campus Posts: 83	Uzgash Far from the Mountain of Erebor, Uzgash the Iron Helmed stared at the blank cavern wall, deep in thought. If King Dain had been tall, muscular, and hideous, they might have born a resemblance. The great orc could hear the banging and shouting of Grog the Troll, who was playing in the next cavern over. Grashnegg and Zregic were really doing an admirable job with him. Uzgash’s thoughts were elsewhere, however. Plans for the revolt were always heavy on his mind. He hadn’t heard form Nazkash since he had first approached him with the concept. Uzgash was beginning to regret having involved Nazkash. The more Uzgash considered it, the less he thought of the wimpy little orc he had chosen. Could something that little lead a full scale revolt? Uzgash had chosen him because once Nazklash got rid of Turgrog and his body guards, it would not be hard to dispose of Nazklash himself. Ahh, if only he were still a marauder of the open plains. Things had been so much simpler then. Here in Moria he couldn’t just go about killing all of the Captains, you had to create turmoil, and spread rumors, and ensure your leadership…it was enough to drive an orc to exhaustion. All this thinking! Back before Moria, thought had been an unnecessary expenditure. The cavern walls shuddered, but Grog was silent and still. Uzgash paused in his thinking for a moment, and his heart quickened. You could feel it, the fear, and the power. Even Uzgash was afraid. If he had been outside, he would have seen the orc minions scrambling for cover. Grog began to wail. The Fiery One was waking. After a moment the feeling subsided, but Uzgash was now alert. Something was disturbing the Nameless Fear.