[Orofaniel]

Orofaniel's post

"Do well Captain Lugnush!" Uzgash said to Lugnush. Finally Lugnush understood why Uzgash had wanted him to be the next Chief; Uzgash was going to leave them. Lugnush had known for a long time that Uzgash wanted to leave Moria, but never actually thought he'd do it. But now, Lugnush understood that Uzgash had made his decision and given Lugnush the leadership as a "farewell" present, or so Lugnush thought.

There wasn't much time though to say goodbye, because the troops were now running down the halls as they felt an urge for more blood.

Nazklash wasn't exactly hard to find, but the troops surprised him gravely. He stared at Lugnush, as he wanted an explanation. "What are the troops doing here?" he asked seeming a bit annoyed. "Guess!" Lugnush growled. He felt the urge to show Nazklash his strength and power. "Nonsense!" Nazklash cried as he walked towards Lugnush. "You better get those troops back where they belong, or I'll cut your head off!" Nazklash cried. It wasn’t hard to understand that this was meant as a threat. Lugnush was amused by this, because he knew that Nazklash' troop was out of number, and he probably knew it himself.

"Don't threaten me, you filthy Orc!" Lugnush cried above Nazklash voice. The hall was silent and you could only hear Nazklash breathing, heavily. This was either caused by anger or because he was anxious. Lugnush guessed both. "What is this supposed to mean?" Nazklash growled at Lugnush, almost spitting at him. "Guess!!" Lugnush replied, seeming even more amused; Lugnush knew that Nazklash would loose his temper by now, and he was correct indeed; "Do not dare disobey me, Lugnush, or treat me disrespectful!" Nazklash said to him, while looking at Lugnush. His voice was calm, but stern. "And why is that?" Lugnush asked teasingly. He loved doing this, it amusing every time. This story would eventually beat the story where they copped the previous Chief, Lugnush guessed.

The troops were still standing still, but hey were soon starting to get tedious. "Lets do this the quick way then, eh?" Lugnush proposed after a moment with silence. The Orcs woke up and looked at Lugnush waiting for the next move.

"Kill him!!" Lugnush cried finally. A sneer grin appeared in Lugnush face. "Die you filthy Orc!" Lugnush cried again and ran towards him, holding his sword high above his head as he felt the power and the great sensation of pure happiness; because he knew that he had won this battle. He just knew it.

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Carlas' post

"Die you filthy Orc!" Lugnush cried as he ran towards Nazklash, his scimitar high over his head. Nazklash barely had time to think, but ducked out of the way just in time to see Lugnush’s weapon striking the cold floor with a loud clang. He turned to look at the troops running towards him in disarray, and growled loudly before running as fast as he could in the opposite direction but saw that even the few troops he had thought were on his side were chasing after him. Traitors… Nazklash thought to himself.

A passage was just up ahead of them, if he could just make it in there he could slink away in the shadows and no one would be able to find him. Nazklash turned his head back quickly to see how close the orcs were. There was now more than there had been before and they were getting a little too close. He looked back before him and ran with all the strength he could muster towards the small passageway, his only hope of escape.

As he entered the passage he quickened his pace, knowing that Lugnush and the orcs were not far behind. He turned left and right, weaving his way through the maze of tunnels before he squeezed himself into a small crevice barely visible in the darkness. The orcs ran past thinking they were not far behind Nazklash, they’re feet pounding against the dark, cold stone floor. Once the last orc was out of earshot Nazklash sighed deeply, relieved that he was still alive. Suddenly though, he heard soft footsteps coming towards him. He froze and waited to see who it could be.

It was Lugnush.

Slowly Nazklash left the crevice, and climbed up onto the side of the wall. “What do you think yer up to, hmmmm?” He said slowly. Lugnush turned around quickly, but Nazklash was quicker and climbed over to another spot.

“Who’s that? Stop fooling and get Nazklash!” Lugnush said deeply annoyed, obviously not recognizing Nazklash’s voice. “Guess!” Nazklash growled and laughed a sharp, cruel laugh. Lugnush’s eyes grew wide as he realized who it was. “You fool! I’ll kill you!” He cried as he spun around, trying to locate the small orc.

Nazklash moved about swiftly in the dark, making sure to stay out of eyesight. “How long ‘ave you been planning this? Thought that once I killed the chief that you would take over Lugnush? You’re the fool!” Lugnush turned to where the voice had come from, but Nazklash was already behind him. He walked quickly but silently towards Lugnush, holding his knife tightly in his hands. Licking his lips, he pulled his knife back ready to strike.

Nazklash squealed as he fell to the floor. Lugnush had spun around just in time to see Nazklash ready to kill him, and had cut Nazklash across the chest. Lugnush walked towards the orc and threw him flat on the ground and smiled.

Nazklash froze as Lugnush held his weapon up above the small orc. “You’re the fool.” Lugnush whispered into Nazklash’s ear as he buried the weapon deep into his throat…