The orc in charge of Nodar bowed low to the ground. Gurzack followed his movement. “Who enters my domain Srogun? Tell me you ugly little maggot!” A menacing voice questioned.
Nodar looked up and saw an orc of great stature striding towards them. His black, wiry hair glistened in the murky light. He held a great black mace in his right hand. The throne he had sat upon was of black iron with two skulls on either side. Beside the throne stood another orc of
the same size, only not so terrifying.
“Oh my most terrible lord,” began Srogun, his body shaking, “Gurzack and I found this creature near Tarsukaz. Here’s his weapon.” Srogun dropped Nodar’s short sword in front of the chief.
The chief tramped over to Nodar, “Was there anyone else?” The chief asked, “Why would anyone wander alone near the mountains?” He turned to Srogun and Gurzack, “Gurzack, go to your duties, and you too Srogun!”
Gurzack strode away and Srogun turned and stepped aside. “Now,” began the chief, “Who were you with? Why were you doing spying out my front door?”
Nodar looked at him straight in the eye, “I was not spying, I was merely trying to get out of your dark hole.”
“Who were you with?!” The chief demanded.
Nodar thought, he couldn’t tell them about Revin’s and Thorond’s errand, or else the giant orc would send troops to get them. But if he were to tell them he wasn’t with anybody, Srogun would surely tell the orc the truth. “I was with two others. One was Mythronian, and the other was...” He had no idea who Thorond was. Thorond had never told him, not even Revin from the way he talked to him, “I’m not sure who he was.”
“Give me their names! Or your head shall be an ornament in my court! I will not tolerate this utrage!” Nodar backed away from the orc. He could hear the guards behind him closing in.
He was about to answer, when suddenly, there was a screech behind him. The guards behind him stepped away as a cloaked figure advanced towards him and the chief.
The guards ran away as the cloaked figure approached them. He threw back his hood, and there stood Olarg, creature of the Underworld. All living things feared him, and wherever he went, death followed. A foul stench surrounded him that even made the other orcs back off.
Olarg pointed his sword at the chief, “Morcove!” His voice more menacing than the chief’s, “Those bloody handed Onrr lato have stole my prey! I demand you give me your strongest warriors to get the reward Ashkenaz promised!”
Morcove looked at Olarg with an evil grin. All orcs crave bloodshed, even if there was no real important reason, Morcove more than most, “How many do you need?” He asked, his mace arm moving restlessly.
“Enough to destroy Ashkenaz and his followers.”
Morcove examined Nodar, “Lead us to Ashkenaz, Onrr lato, and your death will not be so painful.”
“I know the way, Morcove,” Olarg stated, “Send this creature down into Azurgar.”
“Srogun you maggot! Take this creature down into Azurgar! When you have finished, gather 500 strong orcs from the deeps. Me and Olarg are taking the host of Orzuscs towards the stronghold of Ashkenaz! Hurry know! Spread the word as you lead this creature towards Azugar.” Morcove grabbed his shield and shouted, “Come Orzuscs! We march against the Onrr lato!”
“I hear and obey oh king!” Srogun bowed and led Nodar passed the gathering malicious orcs towards Azugar.
As soon as Srogun and Nodar were gone, Olarg and Morcove, along with the host of Orzuscs, left the throne room of Morcove, chief of Kuzardum, the realm under the mountains.
Thorond, Revin, and the company of Onrr lato marched on. At about noon, they reached a ruined fort. From under the archway, a group of men approached them.
One of them looked at Gleeber and said, “You have been gone long, I see you have Makorsh and the Mythronian.”
“I do Garld, now get out of the way. We need to hurry. I bet that Olarg is not that far away. He would not have his prey be taken so easily.”
“Very well then. You two!” Garld said. Two armed, scruffy looking soldiers stepped forward, “Blindfold the prisoners!” The men walked up to Thorond and Revin. But instead of covering their eyes with strands of cloth, they turned their helmets around and gave them a little thud. The sound rang in Revin and Thorond’s ears for a long time.
As soon as the soldiers were done with them, Gleeber led the troops through a burned gap in the fort.
When their helmets were turned around, Thorond and Revin looked up in front of them in amazement. Garld shouted up towards where Thorond and Revin were looking, “Send word to the Master, Dorab! The prisoners are here!” As soon as he finished, he left, along with his followers.
Shortly after, Valmork stood in front of them with two men behind him, “Welcome Gleeber, you have been gone long.”
Gleeber rolled his eyes at this, “So I have been told.”
“Come, let me pass, I need a private audience with the Master. Take Makorsh and the Mythronian to the dungeon.”
“Follow me.” Valmork said.
With that, Thorond and Revin were led towards the leader of the Onrr lato.
Curious what is in front of Thorond and Revin? You might already know, but if you don't, it will be revealed in Episode 6!
A few shots of the builds without the figs.
The hard part with this was the fact that I had to keep moving the build so I could take pictures from different angles!
I really don't know what this creature is. I just popped into my head after I finished the throne room. Some creature from the deeps I guess.