Shenanigans [June 3010][Captains]

Wyn
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Shenanigans [June 3010][Captains] Oct 15, 2017 10:13:23 GMT -5

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Post by Wyn on Oct 15, 2017 10:13:23 GMT -5

Her sudden usage of their tongue visibly shocked the orcs, and she caught several exchanging unsure glances. Despite her racing nerves, she couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of amazement. She still had no idea what she was doing, but whatever it was, it was working.

For the most part, anyway.

The boldest of the bunch was evidently unfazed by her, swaggering forward with a challenge of his own. His fellows cautioned him, but he wasn't listening, and Wyn felt her resolve flagging. What was she thinking? That she could talk her way out of this? That they'd let her go free just because she spat out a few words in their language? This entire endeavor had been idiotic, and now she was going to pay for that idiocy.

He continued to jeer, all but calling her bluff. Wyn's grip on her dagger tightened, and she could feel her breathing becoming shallower. When the orc took a final step forward, daring her to but her money where her mouth was, she could take no more. With a sudden shout, she lunged forward. She came in low, dagger held before her chest with one hand wrapped around the hilt and the other pressed to its base. With every ounce of her weight behind the thrust, she stabbed the blade deep into the orc's guts, turning his chortles into a choking gurgle. The two staggered as they collided, and with a second cry, she dragged the blade diagonally through his abdomen before jumping back. Dolnash tottered for a moment, expression somewhere between stunned surprise and indignant rage, then toppled into the dust.

Panting, Wyn stared at the body for a moment before glancing back at the others. Well, she supposed, there was no backing down now--she was riding this through to the end. <"Anyone else want to try their luck?"> she challenged, taking a step towards them with knife brandished.

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Shenanigans [June 3010][Captains] Oct 15, 2017 13:49:50 GMT -5

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Post by Captains on Oct 15, 2017 13:49:50 GMT -5

<"Anyone else want to try their luck?">

The orcs looked nervously between themselves, Dolnash’s black blood spilling over the rocks and dirt in a slow moving, thick river. Moruk said something inaudible to the two orcs that were nearest him, and they both eyed the manflesh with trepidation and nodded.

Moruk hissed, features scrunching. <“Are you an Easterling?”> He asked. His jagged blade lowered. <“From the Master,”> he added. The other orcs’ eyes widened, and a cacophony of screeches, gasps, and other surprised-washed exclamations filled the air from the remaining camp members.

<“A test? A test, and we failed?”> One almost wailed. Another one shuddered at the thought, and looked to the girl with a newfound terror.

<“The Dark Lord allies with you,”> Moruk pressed further. <“Forgive us. We’ve not met your people. Just stinky Gondorians. And those crunchy Rohirrim.”>

All of the weapons were lowered, and their expressions were filled with fear. They had heard of the people of Far Harad, how they had been of interest to the Master himself. Was this one one of them? The manflesh looked unlike any sort of human they had seen before.

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Shenanigans [June 3010][Captains] Oct 16, 2017 19:02:47 GMT -5

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Post by Wyn on Oct 16, 2017 19:02:47 GMT -5

Her sudden display of viciousness seemed to have driven the nerve from the rest of them, for when she stepped towards them, they drew together like a pack of nervous rats. She heard words murmured from one to the other, but too low and quick for her to discern. When he spoke again, she managed to keep her scowl in place, although a brief expression of confusion flitted across her features. Easterling? Master? There were humans in league with the uruk, she knew that much. As a slave, she had sometimes seen them passing through the farmlands of Nurn en route to some other destination within Mordor. Of course, they had never deigned to speak with the slave-farmers, but they were taller than her people, often with swarthy or olive skin and strange, exotic clothing and armor. Her memories of them were foggy, but she was sure they had looked a good deal more refined than someone like her.

She sure as hell wasn't about to correct the orcs, though.

<"Th-that's right,"> she replied, straightening up and crossing her arms before her. Her aim was look more authoritative, but given most of these uruk stood head and shoulders above her the effect might have been lost. Even so, she'd keep up the bluff as best as she could, thinking quickly. <"I'm one of the--uh--Master's scouts."> What Master? She had no clue. Probably some orc chief. <"A...a mercenary. The Master wanted to make sure all his soldiers knew how to handle a thief sneaking into camp. And, you uh, you passed. Very well too. Very, er, fearsome."> Perhaps feeding their egos would help keep them from prying too far into her rapidly-constructed cover story, or bring up the fact that one of their number had been killed during this so-called test.

<"So, uh, the Master says very good, a-and carry on."> She took a step to the side, looking pointedly into the distance. "I should be going now. More, em, camps to test. You know. Business as usual.">

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Shenanigans [June 3010][Captains] Oct 16, 2017 20:26:03 GMT -5

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Post by Captains on Oct 16, 2017 20:26:03 GMT -5

The orcs’ faces lit up as Wyn began to speak. The Master had sent someone to test them, and they had passed! Gruul would be very pleased with them. Perhaps pleased enough to have them get a chance through Gondor and Rohan again. The land of men, with their farmlands, and tasty meats…

<“And you’ll tell the Master we passed? And Gruul?”> Moruk asked, red eyes brightening.

One of the orcs looked down at Dolnash’s slumped form and kicked it with his boot. <“I knew Gruul didn’t care if Dolnash was killed,”> he said. <“Nothin’ but problems.”>

The rest of the orcs murmured in agreement, slipping their knives, swords, and axes back to their belts. <“We have caragor, if you’re hungry before you go. You Easterlings can eat caragor, right?”> Moruk offered, motioning back to the camp.

<”We still prefer manflesh, but the beasts are not so bad,”> the one who had found Wyn by the meat to begin with offered.

<”Quiet, maggot. You know the orders. No eating the Easterlings,”> one hissed, smacking the smaller orc in the side. He looked to Wyn quickly, as if assessing her wrath. <”If you need to kill him for that comment, we won’t stop you. The Master likes you Easterlings.”>

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Shenanigans [June 3010][Captains] Oct 20, 2017 23:15:50 GMT -5

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Post by Wyn on Oct 20, 2017 23:15:50 GMT -5

Wyn was not one to put much stock in higher powers, but if there was anything out there it must have been smiling upon her, for she had encountered what was quite possibly the stupidest group of uruks in Mordor. She wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though, and was determined to weasel her way out of the mess she had gotten herself into without having to fight for her life. <"'Course I'll tell them,"> she assured, waving off the uruk's question. She had never met any 'Gruul', though the name suggested an orc. Either way, he wouldn't be hearing much from her, but these fellows didn't have to know that. <"Any real thief tried to go prowling around here, you lot would have them drawn and quartered before they could so much as scream."> One of the orcs prodded at the unfortunate corpse of their comrade. Evidently, he wouldn't be missed. She had known orcs were bloodthirsty, and that their concept of "friendship" barely extended past "not stabbing someone in the face" but the nonchalance with which they accepted his death disturbed even her.

She tried not to let her relief show too noticeably as the orcs' weapons were returned to their sheathes, and with some hesitance, she did the same. As surreal as this situation had become, she had to play along for now. Her instincts and experience all screamed at her to fight, run, do something to keep the enemy away, but she forced herself to stay calm and retain an air of aloofness. Her resolve was tested slightly, however, as one of the uruk offered to share their meal with her before she leave.

The meal that she had just poisoned.

<"Er--no, no, I should really get going,"> she answered with an apologetic shrug. <"Gruul will have my head if he finds out I was slacking off--you know how he can be."> She tried not to pull a face at another's quip about manflesh versus caragor meat, though he was quickly silenced by another. She entertained a moment of ironic amusement as he offered to let her kill the speaker for his insolence--even the smallest of their group was taller than her. She may have had an advantage when stealth or speed were a factor, but in a toe-to-toe fight she had about as much chance as a stoat facing down a wolf. <"Won't be necessary,"> she huffed, giving the speaker a scathing look. <"But I'd hold your tongue around other Easterlings, they ain't as forgiving as I am."> With that, she'd draw her cloak about her with what she hoped was an authoritative air and turn her back on the orcs, leaving the camp behind her. Under the feigned scowl, a thousand devilish possibilities were brewing in her mind. Maybe she had just gotten lucky today, but what if she could convince other uruk that she was an ally? She wouldn't be rushing off to test her theory any time soon, but perhaps she had an out the next time she ran across a patrol.

-attempted exit-

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