[Nogrod]

Gwerr (and Ishkur)

Gwerr had slept most of the day quite peacefully, only waking up to the occasional burst of small birds flying low enough over the orc-camp or sudden calls from the slavers encampment. As the evening crept along he finally awakened and immediately saw that most of the others had gone searching for loot into the Slaver-camp, even though Ishkur had especially said that they should wait and stay easy for one night, to await for the night the slavers would be gone. Oh you blasted fools! You maggots and orphaned mummies! You just walk there in the middle of the camp that is already buzzing like a nest of bees because of the last night! Thanks to Makdush and his brain-dead Uruk-fellows...

“Have you gone berserk? Alarm then tonight and farewell to our next night of easy pillage. You get all killed and hunted. Mousebrains you are.” He cursed with a low tone, relieving a bit of his anger with it. There seemed to be a couple of orcs still sleeping in pits and hollows on the ground. The Uruk seemed all to be fast asleep in peace. Gwerr acknowledged the fact with reluctance. These Uruks seem to have more brains than most of us others...

It would serve those vermins just right to get caught tonight and get a nasty death! Fools you are, impatient children of the men you are! Gwerr was again loosing his temper. But what about our dream then? He stopped immediately with the thought. I can’t do it alone. There is no dream without the others...

Gwerr had already started towards the slaver-camp as the last thoughts were passing his mind. He was increasing his speed, going through the thicket quiet and fast as a shadow passes the ground at dusk.

Soon, just before coming to the perimeter of the camp, he heard the horse whine and the clatter it’s rider made. “Ishkur! What the heck?” He ran to Ishkur and took hold of the reins of the horse that were hanging loose. The giant beast clearly didn’t approve of either orcs presence, but Gwerr had handled too many horses during the couple of thousand years of life-span he had as not to give the animal a chance. He tightened the reins and and took a stiff grasp on its muzzle-rein, pulling it’s head down a bit to show who was the master here.

“What are you doing my old friend? You said yourself we should lay low tonight! And here you are, like an Easterling chieftain leading an army of dim-witted morons and playing the fool of everyone!” But as Gwerr was venting his anger and disappointment towards Ishkur, he suddenly saw his face.

“What is it now? It looks like you’ve seen the Dark Lord himself, or an elf-King?”