Bryse was trudging through the snow following the horse hooves hopefully back towards camp. No new snow was falling so they hadn’t been covered up yet, he approached a steep part so started climbing it. He soon stopped when he saw what was on the other side of the steep hill. His eyes widening he fell back down and hid against the side of the steep hill as an orc came walking by.
He can come across an orc encampment.
He heard the orcs footsteps above him and he held his breath, hoping the orc would go away. He looked around to see if he could find an escape route that was safe enough, but if they had wargs which most orcs have around then he wouldn’t be able to out run them. His sight started to blur and his chest became painful from the lack of air. The orc started to move away and once Bryse was sure he was far enough he fell onto his knees and gasped sucking in as much air as his needy lungs could take.
These orcs must be close to his old unit’s camp, right under their noses. He cursed himself for being so stupid and not getting this area checked. He had to do something about this camp although he was only one man…
“Stop thinking like a coward Bry, nows your chance to prove yourself” he muttered to himself and nodded. He’d watch them for a little there’s a cave not far that he had spotted while walking, he’d learn their watch schedule and when patrols came in and out. Learn about the higher ranks of the camp. This had become his new task, self-assigned of course, but he wouldn’t let anymore fall to these bunch of orcs. He had them right in the palm of his hand…
