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A fire flickered inside a cave, dancing to it's own tune, casting a red glow over not only the walls and ceiling but also the occupant of some months.

The occupant's skin was dirt encrusted and stained with dried blood: her own or another's, it was not clear. One tusk was missing, her nose ring no longer polished, her hair thick with grime, her finger nails broken and filled with mud. Her clothes, rags stitched together to cover up that which needed covering, are filthy and also stained with dried blood.

Her unusual eyes, once clear with no whites just a shade of blue, no longer danced with the flames, they were no longer filled with life. The eyes in those sockets were dead, cold and broken - their passion gone. They stared through the fire and into nothing.

Hours passed. The fire began to die down. The shadows on the walls grew longer. The light became cold.

The she-orc suddenly grunted.

Though her voice rasped and each word formed sounded as though she were putting in effort to speak she spoke with a tone of defiance.

"Come ter gloat?" she asked. Her head sank lower, her voice quietened. "Come ter torment me? Yer must be strong willed ter get yer voice heard by me in here"

There was silence.

"Yer 'ave come ter the wrong place" she replied to the silence. "I can't help yer. I won't."

Silence replied.

For a moment there was a flicker of an emotion on Mazguul's face: doubt. But the expression soon faded along with the fire.

Silence continued to speak.

"I ain't strong enough" the she-orc whispered once Silence had finished. "It be all I can do ter keep yer kind out o' m' head. The elements o' this cave be kind enough ter help me but if I leave I will loose m' mind again. Do yer have any idea wha' I have lost fer yer lot? Leave and let me die sane so at least I can spend m' last months bathed in the shame, hurt and pain I deserve - I chose the wrong path and I burned the bridges as I went. I burned all I loved. Yer lot asked too much before, yer ask too much now and I owe yer nothing."

Finally the fire died out and the she-orc sat, alone, in the dark.

"Nothing" she whispered in hate.

Oh my! I have been gone too long!

A wonderful read, Kozgugore old friend, and may there be more to come! Fire in the heart!!!

There I was, a-digging this hole
A hole in the ground, so big and sort of round
There was I, digging it deep
It was flat at at the bottom and the sides were steep
When along, comes this orc in a wolf-head which he lifted and scratched his head
Well we looked down the hole, poor demented soul and he said

"Don't dig there, dig it elsewhere
Your digging it round and it ought to be square
The shape of it's wrong, it's much much too long
And you can't put hole where a hole don't belong"

Well there was I, stood in me hole
Shoveling earth for all I was worth
There was him, standing up there
So grand and official with his nose in the air
So I gave him a look sort of sideways and I leaned on my shovel and sighed
Well I growled him a curse, things couldn't get worse and I replied

"I just couldn't bear, to dig it elsewhere
I'm digging it round co's I don't want it square
And if you disagree it don't bother me,
That's the place where the holes gonna be"

Well there we were, discussing this hole
A hole in the ground so big and sort of round
Well it's not there now, the grounds all flat
And beneath it is the orc in the wolfie hat

.... and that's that

Heya peeps,

Internet went down last week (terrible weather, falling trees, English idiots can't cope with the weather etc etc etc) and I'm away for the next few weeks in Cyprus.

Take care folks and I'll be back soon! xxx

A most fantastic tale from the both of you, and such a wonderful plot! =D Beautifully written as always Morgeth and Kozgugore =)

I look forward to it's conclusion, what ever it may be =D

Congratz on the return, Loial and all on you new born! =D

Just to let folks know I'll be away for a bit longer than I originally planned (RL has once again reared it's ugly head and I must step in to set things right before problems escalate) I should have made my return by Monday 19th of March so long as all goes well.

Do take care folks, I miss you all very much *hugs* xxx

Nothing better than a tied up Rargnasha while one eats cake! XD

And aye Gruulg, do keep them coming! I'm really looking forward to seeing more of your doodles... and perhaps even the finished article one day! =D

I always love your stories! Though how curious. What is it? What will it do? When will it be used? I can't -wait- to see the conclusion! =D

Also, the piccy at the top - fabulous!!!

I did mention we had an evening of us all at Oshu'gun - I must have made myself unclear, it tends to be the shaman/ Gosh'kar/ Thur'ruk/ spiritual-ones who do not do much - my fault I think, as there are not many!

At the evening thing we do a few of those things but it would be nice to have more things too! =D

Not to sure about a week long thing, but it could work so long as folks found it fun =) And it could be possible, often we spend a while in Garadar - gathering things for the evening event, chill out RP etc etc

A tournament would also be wonderful! Often we have a Tournament of the Blades at this time too =)

I think it would be nice if we could invite other guilds along, as we always do, for the wonderful RP opportunities and to give peeps a good old splash of 'orc'! =D

[My Squad:]

My Squad:

Gruulg: Meat shield, while shouting encouraging comments such as "Uff wid 'em 'eAdZ!" - and generally not having a clue about what's going on.
Vashnarz: Primary damage dealer but would have to accept all sceanarios would mean turning to 'renegade' points due to "TROLOLOLOLOLOL!!!"
Alternatively Sadok: Another damage dealer, for witty on the job remarks though will have to accept the 'RUN AWAY!!!' option will happen often

Romantic Interest: Garrus, because he is by default one of the Red Blades for his sheer awesomeness. Failing that Gruulg because... well.... I wouldn't be able NOT to see the horror that is!

Pet: Shrewd, who would DARE take my stuff with him around?! Also, he would bring back better things than 'Dog' =D

Kozgugore would be there, hanging around in the back of the camp/ship/base for ultimate depression and grumpiness when ever I feel the game has gone too well.

'Exploding bomb looker after' - not Krogon else will fall asleep Hmmmm... would have to be Groshnakk, diligent as always AND would think of something -really- evil to use it for!

Morgeth would be the one I take along when traversing through towns/ports/planets buying stuff and upgrading just because she'd LOOK awesome as we ran along!

There we go!

... she's really -that- bad?! Still, hehehehe XD

Ony - want dragon!!!

Other = no more dragons to get so willing to help out where ever! =)

>:-D

I made a gingerbread man.

Since Sadok doesn't have Facebook (noob) I'm putting photos of the gingerbread man and his short life with me here for all to see

(( Made with gingerbread man..... and play dough XD ))

A joy to read! Thank you for sharing! =)