It was a warm day on the month of the grand harvest, all was peaceful in uruk lands. Orcs busy with constructing the walls and siege equipment, others hammering new weapons and armor for war. Suddenly, Grug'Gorkil comes running through the magnificent gates of Krugmar, a bale of hay under his right arm and a handful of bonemeal in his left. "Bruddahz! Da moomooz! Dey flat!" He eventually stops to a halt in front of the Dom fort, "Zumash haz zlain da moomooz! We niid tu find mure, agh mayk a bettur blarg fur dem!" Grug then ceases to talk, the orcs around him looking at each other awkwardly, shrugging before getting back to work.
[OOC]
We need more cows, and maybe a barn or something.