The Black Hand

[Ugroth the Dunewalker 15]

((This is all from memory, so i'm sorry if I get some of the dialogue wrong.))

Ugroth sat in a corner of the warm cave, support beams creaking in protest. The corner was covered in the sand of his home, a small comfort in this strange, lush land.

He wiped the blood from the cut on his throat and began to wrap a bandage 'round his neck, deep in thought.

Ugroth climbed the hill behind the other orc. She dressed in clothes so innocent they made Ugroth wince, all pink and flowers. Despite this, he felt a certain protectiveness towards the smaller orc. The footsteps of another approached, and a voice, smug and unfamiliar.

"I am a little short on coin at the moment, would you care to show me your pouches?"

Ugroth looked up to spy a dark figure, garbed in heavy diamond armour, weilding a large diamond claymoor. He narrowed his eyes, and a deep burning in his gut began to rise.

"Opal, go home. Me will deal wiff dis... ting.."

The smaller orc turned and fled.

Ugroth grunted angrily and wrapped the bandage round his neck again.

The man smirked. "I'm sure you will." He hefted the huge weapon.

Ugroth narrowed his eyes as the tip of the blade lowered to rest under his chin.

"Me nub fear death."

"I'm sure you don't."

His grip tightened on his stone sword, and he shifted his weight, ready to spin away.

"But SHE might."

Ugroth twitched, and growled, the fire building in his chest now, his vision turning red at the corners.

"You don't want the whole Black Hand after her, do you?"

Ugroth brought the bandage round one last time, blood already beginning to stain the material.

The man pressed the blade forward slightly, drawing blood. He withdrew the blade and licked the thick red liquid.

"Coppery..."

Ugroth glared at the man, and, sickened with himself, began to reach for his Minas pouch.

"Ah. You have chosen well."

He snarled at the man and let him ****** the bag from his hand, watching him depart.

Ugroth tied the bandage off and as he stood, he knew one thing at least. He may be weak now, weak enough to surrender to a mere human.

He spat at the thought.

But he would grow and train and work until he was strong enough to one day challenge that shadowy stranger, and soak his hair in his blood.

[loakmendbe 62]

[Mmm Very mysterious of those black handies, Still loved how you wanted to fight even only with a stone sword!]

[Ugroth the Dunewalker 15]

Orcs.. :roll:

[susitsu 871]

((Sounds like Erus. Nicely done there :D))

[steelersfan1221 300]

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