The goblin scout ran all the way into the camp in Dol Dinen, his size resembling an excited and deformed child that’s about to play its favourite game, rather than a goblin. He broke into the tent without asking for permission, earning the anger of his superiors, but the news he brought made me lose their interest in beating him for barging in the tent without a word. “They’re coming!” he said, “Thirty or fourty orcs with carts are getting close to the gates!” and started panting heavily. The Captain of the camp growled and stood up and hurried outside to give the order.
The great orcish horn sounded and the two trolls that guarded the gates pushed them opened with loud creaking. The company of the fifty orcs marched through them, with the carts inbetween the lines and Osgash in his usual position with whip in hand. He was abstractly whipping here and there, making his soldiers groan and stumble, that sight made the other orcs wince, imagining it. When the brown White Hand orcs got close to the greyish Angmar ones they snarled at them menacingly, others whispered something in their tongue, making a whole line laugh at them. The grey orcs didn’t like it but the sound of the horn informed them of their captain’s presence, so they kept back and just occasionally snarled back to the newcomers.
“You’re late!” said the commander of the camp to Osgash, the tall brown orc shrugged indifferently at that. “I had to deal with discipline issues.” he said and added, “It seems that you should do that too.”. His voice was sarcastic and amused, angering the commander who didn’t respond in words but by a punch on the desk. “Did you bring the weapons? We will need them soon.” He asked with an apparent curiosity in his face. Osgash just grinned and motioned down the hill where the three carts were left. “Good!” said the commander and narrowed his eyes, “When will the next company be here?” he asked in a serious tone, showing that he wanted no more dealings with the brown orc, no more than the orders. “Within two days.” Responded Osgash and his yes gleamed momentarily. The commander nodded and motioned him away “Good.”.
Osgash turned around to leave but he stopped just after the first step and turned around, pretending to have just remembered to ask something. “Can my soldiers take turns as guards and patrollers? I don’t want them to get idle here.”. This question made the commander smile and nodded, “One of yours and one of mine on each post then. I will give the order now.”. His response pleased Osgash, who inclined his head slightly with a smirk, “As will I.” he said and left the tent.
The brown orc wandered around the camp, finding his men and giving them the final orders before the new company would arrive. The grey orcs looked at him in disgust, his eyes betraying their thoughts of attacking him and Osgash, able to read them smirked even more as he passed by them. They could read “Soon…” in his gaze when he was looking at them. Within some hours all kinds of orcs were patrolling and guarding in and around the camp, arguments and some fight took place but Osgash’s whip restored the order…
