Blue Eyes

A triumphant caw echoed through the street as a crow took off, it’s prize safe in it’s beak, a bloody blue eyeball staring into nothingness. More caws as the rest of the flock flew after it, each hoping for a chance to wrestle the tasty morsel from it’s new owner. The humans and dwarves passing below took no notice of the squabbles above… such a sight was common now, with more orc and troll heads adorning the town’s gates every week. Even the children had grown bored with throwing stones, dares to poke the heads with sticks, some searched hopefully among the fallen flesh underneath, the flesh that even the crows scorned, for gold teeth or jewellery; although many still ran under, fearing the orc’s grotesque smile, flesh stripped away from her cheeks to reveal pointed fangs, her braid hacked short, blowing in the breeze. Perhaps more, they feared the head of the black worg beside it, fierce even in death, even with it’s fur matted with blood and missing eyes. Numeria.. a faithful companion to her best friend and mistress.


Look further back.. to a dying orc.. a scout.. “Sarge..they’re coming..” ..the smell of death in the air.. a patrol of five against an army..Angry words in orcish..
“Skah! We won’t make it.. go back, warn the town.. Numa and I will delay them”
Protests..”But Sarge, you’ll be killed”..”There’s so many of them”
“Don’t argue with me grunts! That was an order! Kagh! Get back to the town!”

A reluctant “Swobu” as the rest of the patrol retreats, leaving a lone orc and her wolf.

Ceari positioned herself in the centre of the road..”What do you think Numa? Shall we earn a lok’vadnod today?” She drew her bow back, as the first of the alliance came into view

“Lok-Tar Ogar! Numa, NOW!”