Post by GlabJar the Orc on Nov 25, 2012 4:17:25 GMT -5
GlabJar stood at the fire, gazing deeply into the flames and his lackeys took care of the camp duties. It felt good not to bust his arse every night like before, and he rather liked the postion of leadership his new found powers, and new found book had given him. Ever since he had picke up the tome from the unfortunate adventurer whom had dropped it when they had kidnapped that woman. She turned out to be too well loved to be worth the trouble, for damn near the whole town had come after her. But the book, yes, it had been worth the trouble. GlabJar had originally intended to sell it off for a hefty price, for one could see how nicely bound it was in the tooled leather. Fortunately for GlabJar, when he took it to the Shaman in the Untamed Wilds, She had told him its words were worth more value, and had instructed him on how to read it.
GlabJar still remembered the exhilartion he felt when he used the words to wither the sword arm of the one who led them before. He remembered keenly the feeling of victory when he had hacked off the other arm of Nargum and watched as the others recognized him as the new leader. However, the next moments were more treasured, and GlabJar had used more words to bring Nargum back from the dead. The fear in Nargum's eyes, and the unbelief on the eyes of the rest of the orc band were what let GlabJar know he was more than the new leader, he was destined for greater glory than the Untamed Wilds could offer.
"Dark Leader, the corpse is nearly back to camp, where would you have us place it?" asked a younger orc back from his scouting.
"I want it on the stump of the freshly cut tree. the lifeforce seeping out of the old wood will help to strengthen my ritual. Tell them I am growing impatient." replied GlabJar.
The young orc hastily replied, "Yes Darkest Leader."
Only time would not serve GlabJar now. He chuckled as he realized it would not serve the people of Crimson Moon either...
GlabJar still remembered the exhilartion he felt when he used the words to wither the sword arm of the one who led them before. He remembered keenly the feeling of victory when he had hacked off the other arm of Nargum and watched as the others recognized him as the new leader. However, the next moments were more treasured, and GlabJar had used more words to bring Nargum back from the dead. The fear in Nargum's eyes, and the unbelief on the eyes of the rest of the orc band were what let GlabJar know he was more than the new leader, he was destined for greater glory than the Untamed Wilds could offer.
"Dark Leader, the corpse is nearly back to camp, where would you have us place it?" asked a younger orc back from his scouting.
"I want it on the stump of the freshly cut tree. the lifeforce seeping out of the old wood will help to strengthen my ritual. Tell them I am growing impatient." replied GlabJar.
The young orc hastily replied, "Yes Darkest Leader."
Only time would not serve GlabJar now. He chuckled as he realized it would not serve the people of Crimson Moon either...