Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on Jul 3, 2009 23:25:46 GMT -5
It has been one long year since the treacherous alliance between the Kingdom of Llorac and Black Orc invaders from the North. The castle and town has become filled with monsters, and former Llorac citizens have turned exile in their own lands, questioning loyalties to their insane Prince. If being "civilized" means to live with greenskins in their own city, perhaps the barbaric tribes scattered in the lands beyond their walls aren't as "primitive" as they once thought.
Black Orc war bands patrol the mountains, the springs, the forests...nowhere seems to be safe for the nomadic tribes. Even the brave Chieftain Rowan Proudoak has been reclusive, locked away within the encampment of the Legion of Dragoons, the only place the Black Orc seem to shy away from raiding, whether out of fear or unknown political machinations on the part of Llorac. Some within the land have become leery of putting too much trust into the Legion, believing the proud mercenaries may have forged some sort of treaty with the enemy in order to maintain a loose sense of balance in the lands, rather than risk all-out warfare. Several have begun to organize militias of their own, the largest of which is the newly formed Bad Wolf Mercenary Company.
Wulfsige stands at a table within the Bad Wolf encampment, pacing nervously back and forth. The High Command meetings were typically secretive, but none so much as today...
This had better work, Ragnarus. You more than anyone know the consequences for going over the head of the Chieftain. If we fail, we may lose the 'Goons to Llorac's side! There's a careful balance being maintained in these lands while they refuse to attack Llorac directly and vice versa. If it's found that we are behind these rebel attacks, and not just some rogue Llorac faction... instead of starting a civil war, we could trigger a conquest! Let's tread lightly, friend, lest the fire consume us all...
The Captain gazed off into the distance pensively, leaving pause for this men to formulate a response. He contemplated lightly on what the Dragoons were up to these days. They'd been scarce since his arrival this winter, but he'd heard enough stories to have his own theories.
Black Orc war bands patrol the mountains, the springs, the forests...nowhere seems to be safe for the nomadic tribes. Even the brave Chieftain Rowan Proudoak has been reclusive, locked away within the encampment of the Legion of Dragoons, the only place the Black Orc seem to shy away from raiding, whether out of fear or unknown political machinations on the part of Llorac. Some within the land have become leery of putting too much trust into the Legion, believing the proud mercenaries may have forged some sort of treaty with the enemy in order to maintain a loose sense of balance in the lands, rather than risk all-out warfare. Several have begun to organize militias of their own, the largest of which is the newly formed Bad Wolf Mercenary Company.
Wulfsige stands at a table within the Bad Wolf encampment, pacing nervously back and forth. The High Command meetings were typically secretive, but none so much as today...
This had better work, Ragnarus. You more than anyone know the consequences for going over the head of the Chieftain. If we fail, we may lose the 'Goons to Llorac's side! There's a careful balance being maintained in these lands while they refuse to attack Llorac directly and vice versa. If it's found that we are behind these rebel attacks, and not just some rogue Llorac faction... instead of starting a civil war, we could trigger a conquest! Let's tread lightly, friend, lest the fire consume us all...
The Captain gazed off into the distance pensively, leaving pause for this men to formulate a response. He contemplated lightly on what the Dragoons were up to these days. They'd been scarce since his arrival this winter, but he'd heard enough stories to have his own theories.