Cave Entrance(#216RtF)
The room you are in is very large and hewn from stone, though obviously it existed long ere anything inhabited this place. The walls are slightly damp, and the floor is dirty and strewn with all sorts of filth and debris from the Orkish occupants of this place. Guttering, rough torches stand in sconces along the walls casting a flickering pall of dim light that hardly reaches the corners. This part of the room seems to filld with a bit of light but not enough to break the shadows. A few bones are piled on one of the corners. The spiders have made their home of these wall covered with dark blood stuck on it from the years. There's always an echo in this room. A voice that says something like,"Die Die Die!" The air holds you at the throat like if someone was holding you with his heavy hands. Many insects and small rodents runn about freely on the ground. This place is their home and nothing can disturb them. Each rock seem to hide many creatures watching you with beedy red eyes.
Contents:
Frizdak(#774PeACMcF)
Draz(#686POeACcF)
Loragh(#507PWXweAMc)
Language System v1.0(#944WX)
Doomhammer(#167PWweACMcF)
Arghh(#912PenAc)
Horde Orc Camp(#285e)
Obvious exits:
 <W> Hidden Path leads to End of the Path.
 <N>orth leads to Feasting Hall.
 <S>outh leads to Path to fortress.

Early evening has fallen on the lands of the Orcish Hordes who inhabit this region, but that is not a cause for things among the Horde to calm, if anything some activity will probably pick up. It is cloudy, and the ground is wet - the day has been rainy, but the evening is not so.

The Cave Entrance is, as usual, bustling with orcs coming and going from daily, or nightly, routines. One such orc moves here now from the south, two others following him closely on each side, all three are marked as members of the BlackRock Clan, and the three talk amongst themselves quietly as they walk.

One more members of the Horde's many forces makes an entrance into the cave's large cavern. Sliding in from the path to the west, a shorter cousin of the larger orcs, a goblin. He moves quickly, shuffling forward, tired after a long day of being a goblin, and eager to find some sort of food. His path crosses that of Frizdak's, though he is not to that point yet.

Silence accompanies a troll adorned in the many rainments of battle, throwing axes decorating his bandolier and a battle axe at his waist. Armour he wear, loose and very broken in. Upon a stump this troll crouches, crimson eyes devouring the land, fire, orcs, trolls, and anything else about him.

'Boom!'.......'BOOM!'

The Sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoes throughout the cave. After a little while of silence, a loud deep voice shadders the air, "Gah! Stupid food! Come to me!" The sight of the warlord sends many running in fear, but the anger appearent in his voice sends almost all runing for some sort of safety. 'Boom!' The sound of the Chieftans heavy black mace is heard again, crafhing intot the side wall of the cave. It appears a small rodent has gotten away from Doomhammer, and has found refuge in a hole, bored deep into the old rock. Even the trusted guards of Ogrim stand far back, as his rage is unleashed, for they, as well as many others, know what the beast is capable of.

'Boom!.......'BOOM!'

The trio belonging to the BlackRock Clan continues in their path, occasionally one of them, or all three of them, begins to laugh at something said by another. The three continue and are so rudely interupted by their Chieftain who seems hell-bent on killing a rodent. The lead orc, recognizable as Frizdak to many, grunts. "Chieftain been hitting the ale a bit heavy tonight, don't you think?" he comments, with a grin on his face. The other two orcs with him also chuckle a bit. They do, however, keep their distance from Doomhammer as he goes in search of his evening snack.

Arghh is in deep battle with his own mind, momentarilly. It seems that he has come across some sort of Iron box, no doubt locked as this brute struggles to free its contents from inprisonment. After several moments of hard work he begins to sniff, a little tear trickling down from his eye. Suddenly, this sorrowful expression is cleared up by anger, face flushing a deeper red as he stands up. Chucking the metal box with all his might across the room... to bad for the Troll... it slammed into the back of Doomhammers skull. Spying where it landed, the Troll seems surprised, quickly turning about and staring off into space as if nothing happened.

The little goblin continues on his way, nearing the point where he'll run into Frizdak. But Doomhammer's action cause him to pause in his tracks, and watch in amazement as the huge orc goes about smashing the gruond, seeking the rodent. He shoots forward again, though, seeing an opportunity to either get elevated in the eyes of the chieftan, or get smashed. Either one should prove interesting. In a high voice, just short of being shrill, he begins to call out to Doomhammer, "Master!" Its his plan to get the rat for the overly large orc. About this time a large box hits Doomhammer though, and the goblin lets out a high pitched whine of horror, quickly ducking behind a rock. His head appears a moment later, glancing out to see what happens.
 
The troll upon the stump narrows his eyes as he watches Arghh send the iron box into Doomhammer. Emotion is nonexistent upon the trolls face, but a throwing axe is picked from the bandolier. With little effort, the troll jumps from the stump and skirts the ground toward the three BlackRock members. Spinning the small axe quickly, he asks in a lowered voice, "What hit da war cheif???"

The firey rage consumes the chieftan. His crymson eyes glow with malatious evil. "Me want to kill somtin'!" He turns his gaze from the stone wall, quickly drifting it over all near by creatures. 'Whack!" The iron box hits the Chieftan in the chest. "Gah!" The Orc seems to be unscaved by the box, for he has much harder blows in battle. His eyes follow in the direction of where the box originated from. "Troll! Come to me Now!" He reaches his right hand down, grsping his mace firmly. Though, instead of waiting on the Troll, he begins to approach Arghh.

Arghh pads around in a circle, big black eyes blinking once or twice as he asks dumbly, "Umm... why? Me, good troll." He looks around, spying a wimpy looking goblin at his side, the Troll quickly adds, with a point of his long pudgy fingers, "He did... I never lie... he did it. Got behind me and did it did he..."

Doomhammer wields his Large Mace.

A high shriek is let out again, and the goblin ducks behind the rock. A voice, shrill this time, floats from behind it, "No no no no no no no no no no no no no no, troll lie, bad troll, stinky troll, he lie. He have box, no can open it, so throw at big chief. Troll do, not I. Troll bad. He let go rat too, he let dinner go!" The voice stops for a moment, as the goblin listens for Doomhammer's approach.

Arghh eyes the approaching Chieftan, however, there is no look of fear upon this blundering idiots face. Instead he hurries over to the large rock that conceals the culprit, grabbing it by the neck and holding it forth to Doomhammer he beams, "I caught him! I did it! Caught the bad guy!" The Troll pulls him a little closer, sniffing his catch with delight, "Eat him! Smells good!"

Frizdak watches all this with a grin on his face, as do his two comrades. The Chieftains attention now being taken by the goblin, Frizdak makes his way to the other troll who sits and watches from a stump. "What do you make of all of this, troll?" he asks, his mouth still curved into a grin.

The eyes of the stump troll go up to Frizdak for a moment, then to the scene unfolding before the very eyes of the camp. "Dat troll ... Very dumb, bad warrior. I'd never let 'im fight for me ... " That is Draz's response to Frizdak. He waves his shielded arm inn the direction of Doomhammer and the other three, toward which he scampers, but stops what is still a safe distance away, or what he thinks is a safe distance.

"Gah!" He looks at the goblin, "You find me food! Me not eat you!" his voice is more of a growl. Now he pulls the large mace free from its binding. He quickly marches towords the Troll. "You..." He reaches out a large thick skinned hand, swiping for the color of his tunic, "You throw box at me!" He raises the mace over his head, but pauses right before it appears he is going to smash the trolls skull, "Give me reason to let you live. Speak!" Crymson slits glare apon the troll, the War Master breathes thick moist breaths into the face of Arghh.

The goblin cackles at the troll, twisting in his grip until his clothing comes free from the troll's grip. "Stupid troll!" He gives the troll a kick to the shin, the dodges out of its range, heading straight towards the wall the rat disappeared into. He pauses, sniffing the air, the dashes to a portion of the wall pockmarked in holes. One by one he begins checking them, sliding his long but skinny arm deep into each. "Haha, find rat, get good with chief. Troll not so lucky. Dummy. He be dinner to now!"

Arghh scratches his balded head, a look of confusion in his eyes, he begins, "But, I didnt..." Though stops, mabye comprehending the seriousness of what he did. The Troll now goes from scratching, to tapping on his heads, looking to the Chieftan he says, "One moment... it isnt on yet..." This continues for a while longer before he smiles, answering, "I know... " Looking greedily at the Goblin, "I find you bigger food... "

The chieftan growls at the troll, "You hit me. Me hit you!" With this being said, he throws the Troll, who had been clenched in his left hand, and in one might swing, brings the large black mace towords the left flank of Arghh, while he is still in the air. "Dah!" His cry echoes throughout the cave.

Doomhammer attacks Arghh with his Large Mace and horrendously wounds him!

Giggling, the goblin pulls a long rodent from one of the holes, watching it squirm in his hands. He jumps for joy, then turns to run back to Doomhammer, petting it. "Find food, big chief! Troll not find food, I find food. No hit with box, either!" He holds the rat up, offering it to the much larger orc, grinning widely. "I smart, troll dumb. I got rat, troll got hit." He repeats this little chant to himself, 'quietly'

Arghh seems to feel little pain, though, his arm, which took the blow seems to be crooked at the joints, gone limp from such ferocity. The Troll now begins to scratch his head in utter confusion, eyes widening as he screams, "Ouch..." It took a while, but the pain shoots up and down his body, a whimper emitted from him is followed by, "You big mean orc! I dunnot... like you." Shortly after these words are said, the mind of this beast begins to drift, coming to as he spies the rodent bearing Goblin. "Gimme!" he shouts, reaching downwards for the prize... "You stole!"

Doomhammer laughs, his voice explodeing in the joy of battle, but then, he stops, "Me dumb eh?" he glares at the troll. Then he laughs again, "You, Goblin. Kill him now!" He shifts his gaze to the green thing, holding the rat. It appears that the War Chiefs intentions have been changed from the subject of food, to that of fight.

Thrax yawns loudly as he awakens from his nap. He hears all this about food and hunting he wonders why he wasnt woken. As his group caught alot of food this night. He looks at the Orcs...trolls...and finally the goblin. He grins watching him as he gets up...his hand already on his axe. Once he realizes who the laughter was from a dark feeling comes over his body. He sees his master...and what a fear it brings. He looks to a Pig he had captured...which is still alive. Then back at Doomhammer which has people fighting...He grins holloring and grunting for the goblin to win...as he does hate the trolls ever so much.

The goblin blinks in surprise, jumping back a step. Then he glances at the troll, already half-dead from Doomhammer's blow. An evil glow goes into the small goblin's eyes, and he squeezes the rat tightly, forcing its mouth open, revealing its long sharp teeth. The goblin dances about a bit, holding the rat and its 'deadly' teeth before him, then he darts in, grabbing hold of the troll's hurt arm with his free hand and climbing his way up to try to stab the troll's neck with the rat.

Zapuurge attacks Arghh with his Rat and terribly wounds him!
Arghh collapses, defeated by Zapuurge.

Arghh jumps back, a look of surprise coming over his face as the little gremlin scales him. In a somewhat quazi intelligent voice he scolds, "Turd farmer! You no climb me! I eat you, now, you better taste good or ill kill you." A sudden shriek is uttered forth, however, as the viscous teeth of the still living rodent sinks into his neck, causing blood to spray everywhere. This is followed by a loud, *THUD*, as the behemoth comes falling to the ground.