Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Oct 16, 2007 13:39:40 GMT -5
The orc blinks at the authority in Ana's tone. He looks over his shoulder at the cart for a moment, seemingly a bit uncertain. But quickly, he turns back to face Ana.
"Just gimme the gold," he sneers, taking a step foward and preparing to lunge at Ana and swipe the pouch from her.
Though he halts as he hears movement behind him.
Five more orcs approach on horseback.
When they are about halfway, the centermost orc calls out to the group of orcs near the guardpost.
(IN ORCISH)
"Go back to the carriage with the others. I will deal with them myself."
This orc who rides in the center of his group is larger than the rest. The gray hued breastplate beneath his black cloak is visible, and a massive axe, kept clean and sharp is in plain sight over his shoulder.
His eyes glint in the sunlight, two tiny black beads in a sea of red. But most strikingly, his flesh is not green or varying shades of gray as the other orcs.
He is colored black as night.
The five orcs turn and leave, obeying Onyx's orders without question as Onyx and his entourage approach further to take up their spot.
Simultaneously, the five new orcs dismount and close the distance on foot.
The four orcs stay close at hand to Onyx. They clutch their morningstars at their sides, ready to raise them in battle at the drop of a hat no doubt.
Ana now finds herself face to face with Onyx.
"What is the delay? Do you have our payment or not?" he demands in perfect, albeit loud, common. He directs his words at Mercy, though he stares down at Ana, always acknowledging the presence of those within his sight.[rand=9548051613083852796126861969237177241339885207366443865371559962]
"Just gimme the gold," he sneers, taking a step foward and preparing to lunge at Ana and swipe the pouch from her.
Though he halts as he hears movement behind him.
Five more orcs approach on horseback.
When they are about halfway, the centermost orc calls out to the group of orcs near the guardpost.
(IN ORCISH)
"Go back to the carriage with the others. I will deal with them myself."
This orc who rides in the center of his group is larger than the rest. The gray hued breastplate beneath his black cloak is visible, and a massive axe, kept clean and sharp is in plain sight over his shoulder.
His eyes glint in the sunlight, two tiny black beads in a sea of red. But most strikingly, his flesh is not green or varying shades of gray as the other orcs.
He is colored black as night.
The five orcs turn and leave, obeying Onyx's orders without question as Onyx and his entourage approach further to take up their spot.
Simultaneously, the five new orcs dismount and close the distance on foot.
The four orcs stay close at hand to Onyx. They clutch their morningstars at their sides, ready to raise them in battle at the drop of a hat no doubt.
Ana now finds herself face to face with Onyx.
"What is the delay? Do you have our payment or not?" he demands in perfect, albeit loud, common. He directs his words at Mercy, though he stares down at Ana, always acknowledging the presence of those within his sight.[rand=9548051613083852796126861969237177241339885207366443865371559962]