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Author Topic: Unwelcome  (Read 234 times)

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Unwelcome
« on: August 28, 2017, 05:29:15 AM »
Days had been spent traveling across the Misty Mountains. It was harder going when you avoided the passes and trails. Claws scrabbling against rock as a massive warg topped one of the rises closer to Eriador than the peaks. Behind it came a hand and following the massive beast was an equally large orc.

Lips pulling back in a snarl as she looked over her shoulder at the mountains now flanking her. It reeked of Goblins and she was glad to be free of it. Turning back forward as she strode the few steps to the edge of the rock and looked out over the night-dark rolling hills beneath. It had been a long journey and Mazoga longed for a cave that didn't reek of fetid goblin.

Having traveled south from Gundabad along the Anduin and cutting west well before the road and Rivendell along the Hoarwell that cut through the mountains. Having no desire to cross the elves. It was dangerous to travel alone, but her other riders were scouting out other places in Middle Earth that might suit them. Each with a map with a target. Each knew where the other was and this was Mazoga's path.

A hand moved into the fur of the massive warg and Mazoga grabbed and tugged. Lower tusks visible as she smiled when Bralfot turned and snapped jaws at the other hand moving for his head. Teeth never breaking thick skin even as she roughly grabbed the warg's head and both growled at the other. It was a rough love between them and Mazoga pat the beasts side with affection.

Her hand still in his fur as she easily jumped up and astride him. Warg and rider both turned back towards the West and looked out, quiet moments spent before the beast charged forward into a dead run. Mazoga bowed into the stride across Bralfot's back as they ate up distance and finally had softer turf beneath his paws.

For hours they ran, Bralfot's stamina far outweighing any meager horse's. Of course, night could not reign forever and as the sky began to brighten with false dawn, Mazoga brought down a doe. Carrying it over one shoulder as she and Bralfot walked beside the other. Finding an overhang of rocks that would suit her purpose before dumping the body beside.

Firewood was easily had with the fallen branches on the ground and soon, there was a small fire going. A knife making quick work of the doe, taking meat enough to fill her belly and letting Bralfot take the rest of the carcass for himself once the skin was off. Rolling the skin and adding it to the others for treating later as she set about spitting the haunch and using rocks to keep it in the fire without going to ashes.

Between the Ettenmoors and the Trollshaws was not a safe place, but Mazoga had no fear. Anything that could come for her in the day would be easy to overcome and Bralfot would warn her of approach. Resting up against the warg's side as it ate and shifting so the recline was comfortable.

As the meat roasted, she looked to her map. Clawed finger tracing along her path before stopping at the Weather Hills. She was bound for the Northern Downs, but a stop to investigate would not delay her. She knew the stories of Weathertop. Of what had burnt it to the ruins that now stood. Rolling the map after her decision was made and tucking it into her pack as she settled again.

"Ukoon kulknej liwo ukee ovas whaav mighav be votar, broavhas. Ukoon iav liwo be ouruk." The brutish words spoken in Black Speech to the warg who merely cracked through a femur bone without struggle to get to the marrow. Mazoga merely leaned forward to turn the haunch so it roasted evenly. "Ukleep avhe ukun riukeuk agh kulknej liwo be parmab nalkruska nighav nauk-avurnuk." Glancing up at the still brightening sky with some distaste.
« Last Edit: August 28, 2017, 05:32:41 AM by Mazoga »

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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #1 on: August 30, 2017, 04:30:25 AM »
Kargach hadn't traveled out with a caravan this time, doing instead one of those lone Searching Out Adventure excursions that often tended to end badly...and this one would be no exception, he just didn't know it yet! He should have, all in all, while Blaze, the brown pony with a white blaze that earned him his name, was probably about the most trustworthy and reliable steed the wheel-wright had ever owned (and smarter than him many times) open places rumored to be filled with orcs were best avoided.

Not that Karg was all so reckless as to head straight for them, tempting fate, but he did have to pass through and did still do so alone, again, but for Blaze.

The pony swiveled his ears and a tensness came to his frame that Karg would do well to note and listen to as they walke along, civilization farther and farther back and not yet close to the next one of any consequence.

"Shh, it's alright, Blaze", Karg lifted one hand from the loosely held reigns and patted the pony's neck as he glanced over to the space of wilderness, perhaps trying to reassure himself more than his pony. He then sat straighter again, "We're alright, press on", he gave a light nudge with his feet. Blaze's hoofs clipped on. Then he suddenly stopped again and peered about.

"Blaze it's alright", Kargach kicked again lightly, the horse taking a few seconds before complying. Karg adjusted his hold on the reigns as he now glanced about a bit, telling himself there was nothing there and that his pony had just spooked at a sound...much as he seemed over that trait.

They walked on, Blaze ever scanning with his ears. Soon the tension left Karg's frame, as they came upon a crop of wild weeds. His own tense mood gone, Kargach pulled his pony to a stop, much as Blaze didn't seem keen on it, and hopped down, rushing forward unconcerned now, to pluck and then hold out as he walked back over, some of the weeds. "I know they don't seem useful for wagons, but that merchant back in Bree told me he'd trade some of his best beechwood stock for these...odd little plants, some sort of healing he said and...", The Dwarf paused in showing the weeds to his pony, and over explaining about them, as now he heard a sound!

He turned, scanning. "You know, you might have had a point there...how about we continue on...", Karg turned back towards Blaze and quickly mounted, this time urging Blaze to go on a bit firmer, the pony hardly needing the urging and yet still only able to do a mild trot due to the branches and such they had to still pass through. Karg's full worry shown in that he checked once more that the dagger he usually tried to keep on his person was still tucked in one boot.
« Last Edit: August 30, 2017, 04:39:40 AM by Kargach »


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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #2 on: August 30, 2017, 04:48:24 AM »
Mazoga leaned forward and pulled the haunch off the rocks and set it aside on more rocks to cool. Taking the knife from her boot and working the spit out when she felt Bralfot tense behind her. A hand moving out and on his shoulder as the warg lifted up from it's meal, ears perked and listening.

She'd learned long ago to trust the warg's ears and she stood slowly from her spot. Coming to a crouch as she gestured a hand out and they moved as a single thing through the woods. Her hand closing around her spear.

The sun was beginning to climb, but not to an echo of song birds. The little stretch of woods was eerily silent in wake of the two predators. Mazoga kept a hand on Bralfot's shoulders as they moved before both stopped by some unseen signal between them.

A nervous dwarf on a pony.

Alone, by the looks of it. Eyes scanning to make sure of that before she lifted herself slowly onto Bralfot's back. The warg already digging paws into the dirt beneath him. Pitching up the scents of loam and leaf rot. Both rider and pony were on edge. This would have to be quick. Dwarves did not travel alone, or, this was Mazoga's experience. Perhaps this one got separated or lost?

Now on Bralfot's back, they hunkered down, her own body lain across the muscled expanse for the shortest distance to cross. Dwarves were great warriors and she didn't intend to lose her own or Bralfot's life in a sloppy attack.

Even the air seemed to hold it's breath before everything happened at once. Kargach would see the single rider leaned low on the warg's back explode from the forest line. The Gundabad Warg living well to it's reputation and ate the distance between them. Suddenly, Mazoga lifted up from the lean on the back to give the dwarf a look at what was coming.

Face twisted in a hateful sneer and even the warg seemed to reply with expression and a horrible howling noise that drove nearly all animals to spook.

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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #3 on: August 30, 2017, 06:38:28 PM »
Blaze had been right. Why had he doubted that? Karg knew his pony was smart, and didn't spook at sounds on the wind. No the threat was all too real, a Warg! Complete with Rider, as Karg saw when it lifted itself up from the saddle amidst their race. That it was female was a fact hard spotted from here, and one that hardly mattered. Male or Female; Warg or Rider; it would rip him to shreds.

Or invent a worse punishment.

"I'm sorry there, Pal, I should have listened shouldn't I?", Kargach spoke redundantly to his steed, who was galloping as fast and as hard as he could.

Not that it would have truly changed much. They'd been already too deep in even when Blaze had first noticed something.

Kargach bent low now, to reduce wind resistance and give his pony the best chance for both of them. Blaze had reached a speed that surprised even him, faster than he'd ever thought he could go! Yet still, Kargach felt it wouldn't be enough. He'd heard of the speed and power of Wargs in general, and those from around the Misty Mounatins, which they neared every day, were said to be doubly so!

Kargach ceased looking back, since knew it wouldn't chance or help much, and would even hinder Blaze's progress.

His dear old aunt and parents wouldn't ever hear what exactly had been the foolish stunt to finally cost him, and he silently apologized to them and Blaze.

"You would have done better to have a smarter Master", the wheel-wright confessed to his pony. Poor Blaze, always in the middle of whatever he got himself into. Though with a complimentary temperament, Karg had a feeling the pony would have found trouble on his own also.


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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #4 on: August 31, 2017, 12:32:12 AM »
Mazoga grinned when the pony sprinted and the rider seemed to be disinclined to turn and fight. It made her blink as Bralfot closed the distance. Eyes narrowing as she looked; little armor and only a small sword as a weapon. This was no warrior. It didn't mean that the warriors were far off.

This wouldn't be much of a fight, the realization brought a sneer to her lips as she spun her spear around to offer the blunted end like a lance. Not that she wouldn't make the dwarf regret being so carefree about it's wanderings. Smacking the dwarf hard with the blunted end of the spear before reaching out and grabbing hold of the reins of the horse.

Her knees squeezed lightly to tell Bralfot that the race was won and pulled hard and back on the reins to get the pony to slow. Once slow enough, she cleared Bralfot's back and forced the pony's head low to keep it from rearing up and using those hooves to brutal effect. A quick knot around one of it's own feet hobbled it easily as she turned back towards where the rider would have fallen.

"Blind dwarf." Said as she approached, spear still in hand as she waited for it to decide what it would be doing about her. Realizing her snap assessment had been the correct one. This was no warrior. Looking off towards the wood and letting out a derisive snort. "Not warrior. Alone." Giving him the same look she would have given a warg pup that messed too close to camp. Scolding.

Still, she couldn't let him wander off to bring his friends while she was camped. She needed the sleep and Mazoga did not fancy only a half day's rest. Growling low as she reached out to grab Kargach and, should she get hold of him, lift him up and turn back to his pony.

"Broavhas." Bralfot stayed by the pony until Mazoga spoke Black Speech and came towards her. She would plunk Kargach onto Bralfot's back and force a hand into the fur of the shoulders. "Hold. Get pony. You fight, Bralfot eat." The threat was simple enough as she headed towards the hobbled pony and grabbed the reigns.

Making a strange purring sound in her throat as she took a few steps to lead the beast back the way the Huntress had come from.

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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #5 on: September 01, 2017, 04:01:08 AM »
The sinking, creeping, feeling that he and Blaze would not win this chase was, all in all, just logic. After all, there was no caravan to provide an influx of numbers and steel. Why had he thought the trip would be simple and not requiring of back up?

Hindsight was only ever called such in the moment of it's creation.

Kargach expected every moment to feel cold steel at his side and was just planning up what the best fight while still flying option would be, when the blow came but of a surprising trend, probably on purpose and to throw him further, but since when did orcs think properly and fully?!

Maybe it was an attempted stab gone wrong, and a botched job (not that he would complain really) but he was instead knocked from Blaze's saddle. The pony of course would have circled back for his master, best option for him or no, having been trained far too well, and just with good temperament, but he was grabbed before any choice or instinct could be made or acted on.

No..., Karg prepared to watch his steed suffer first for his misstep, but he thankfully didn't. Blaze snorted and prepared to kick, but was never given sufficient movement or time and was instead hobbled, blowing and ever watching.

Kargach had not been idle even in the seconds given him and had his dagger to atleast give a chance to this encounter, though again Blaze in it made some difference, not that he'd let the Orc know straight out. He'd have to deal with the Warg somehow if he was even gonna think of--

The words in Westron, as the Orc reached him, were something new! Great, probably helped mocking if the victim understood what you told it!

"Blind dwarf. Not warrior. Alone."

Karg still wasn't completely aware he was being scolded, he had a hunch, or else it was talking to it's Warg, as the free-peoples of Middle Earth spoke to their steeds and such, still any scolding meant little coming from this being. He'd duck his head at his family's disappointment, which they'd no doubt give if they knew also.

Karg made a lunge, same moment she moved, and yet it seemed to do little good for she still hauled him up and rather than loose what little defense he had, he tucked it once more, hopefully discreet or not cared over, though that was a slime hope.

The Orc was surprisingly strong, Karg found his feet still able to find ground, somewhere along their way back over to Blaze and the Warg, but not able to make much escape progress by it. Whatever Kargach thought was coming next, it wasn't fully what did. He. Alone. Was deposited onto the Warg, then threatened to keep his position and hold (he wouldn't have touched that dirty fur without it being forced!) by a Good Guess threat to his pony. Or was it to him? Eitherway!

Karg apologized silently again to Blaze as the Orc went over and retrieved him. No doubt for some meal...he had to get the both of them out of this...somehow...first chance he got.

Blaze of course greatly objected to the idea of being lead by this Orc! Cooing sounds or no. But there was little choice, hobbled as he was, and he tensely followed.

"Look...", Karg knew words weren't going to help whatever torture was coming, but it was worth a shot and if...she..(was it a she?!) understood even a bit of Westron. "...I had the plague last week, so...I make for bad eating...and the pony got it to...so...you'd be best just let us go". It was all a lie of course, but a lie to an Orc was not something Mahal would probably even count, and to save ones life and all!


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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #6 on: September 03, 2017, 01:37:31 AM »
Bralfot was hardly dirty! And would have growled if he'd had known Kargach assumed it was. The warg and Mazoga both were particular about being clean when not in battle.

Mazoga listened when he spoke, of course, his Westron was better than hers and she scowled softly. After he tried to tell her that he and his pony had plague and wouldn't be good for eating. Her scowl turned into a laugh and she shook her head. Poking Kargash in the side to make a play of it. "Weak plague if healthy enough for run." Whether or not he'd figure out that she was putting one on him wasn't her care. Instead, she helped the skittish pony towards the camp. Making sure the beast didn't harm itself in the travel.

It was a good pony and had made a good effort to get it's rider away.

Once at her camp, she looked at the deer haunch and carcass that Bralfot had been eating on. She left Kargach on the big warg as she carefully removed the saddle and bridle from Blaze and took the tack over to a large log and set it up. Then she walked to Kargach and lifted him up and set him down on the saddle. "Knife." She said the single word that he'd been hoping to keep from her. Pointing to where he'd tried to stash it and then pointing at the ground.

Watching him as she took the slender woven rope from her hip and looped Kargach's hands and then bound them to the trunk of his own body.

If he'd continued to play dumb about the knife, she would remove it and toss it to the ground before turning to her venison haunch and carving some away. It was cool enough to handle and she walked over to Kargach again and put the haunch into his hands. "Eat."

Of course, she took a small pouch from her side and revealed the broken white substance within. "Ukalav? Not know word." Showing him the stuff. She took a tiny amount and took a small amount of it and dusted it over the meat in his hands. Licking her finger of a few small bits left behind. He wouldn't know that she had given him something precious. The salt she'd sprinkled over his heal was something she'd never shared with others. Maybe he would appreciate the meat more? She didn't know.

"Good deer. No plague." Said with a chuckle as she settled down after making sure the pony was near some clover to nibble at. Some of the salt sprinkled over her own meat before she took a bite and settled as the sun continued to rise.

Bralfot settled back on the deer and ate his fill before shuffling over and putting his great head into Mazoga's lap. A hand landing onto the massive head before she carded her fingers through the fur. Eyes on Kargach before she considered her options. She should take him with her, leave the pony behind and take him to Azog. Still, she knew what fate would fall him at the white orc's hands and shook her head as she tugged at the warg's ears.

"Sleep now. Sun up. When moon up will put you on good pony." She was going to let him go. "Pony know way home? Dangerous place. Trollshaws, Ettenmoors, Weathertop. All dangerous. Pony know way?" She could afford a detour and get him through the worst of it. It wouldn't do to have the pony just lead him straight to Azog anyway.

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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #7 on: September 08, 2017, 03:19:48 PM »
Perhaps it had been a bit premature and presumptuous to assume the Warg was dirty, just because Kargach's experience had lead him to believed that Orcs and Wargs alike didn't exactly keep to the best of hygiene standards. He didn't have the time, or focus, to analyze the Orc herself.

"Weak plague if healthy enough for run."

Ok, yes, he could do better at coming up with excuses...and making them work. Life and death pressures and all, Karg hadn't felt he'd done too bad though! Other than a small, unsure, smile, he didn't answer back to the statement, partly for not knowing the nature of it, and also so as to not anger her or anything. Karg just watched as she lead Blaze over, concerned more for his pony than himself if only because Blaze hadn't chosen this, and was a good pony (they both unknowingly agreed there) who didn't deserve this.

Karg swallowed, twice, three times, sure the Orc meant some harm to Blaze as she walked over and began undoing the tack and bridle, but unable to make his voice work at the moment.

She didn't do anything, though, and the Dwarf breathed a sigh. For once, not daring to do anything rash for what it could mean for both him and Blaze. He didn't yet fully know if there were more Orcs about. Still his skilled and internal mapping had kept alert of small landscape details as they moved and of the best way out of here, given a chance arose to take it. Of course the darkness was going to make that more difficult.

The relief subsided as she turned and came back over, binding his wrists, which he instantly tried to stop her from doing! If just by a small, almost shocked, instinctual movement before he realized the futility of even that and stilled, though he tried to give his arms as much leeway as they could get and some precious inches of space for whatever it was worth.

 "Knife.", she demanded.

It entered into Kargach's head, of course, to play dumb and pretend he didn't know what she was talking about, but he knew that wouldn't work. She would gut him with it if he didn't give up the knife...then again she'd probably gut him with it if he did! He hadn't made up his mind by the time she reached, and winced but otherwise awaited what was coming bravely, and until she threw the knife off. He then went back to just watching her.

Part Two of the unusual torture she was devising was to fill his now useless hands with a bit of the meat off of the...venison? It looked and smelled like venison, but off of the carcuss that sat within their camp. Karg studied it unsurely even as she gave her demand that he eat some of it.

Hunger was not yet even close to great enough to weigh the risk by it though, and Kargach debated only what would keep him (or Blaze!) from being set upon themselves. The Orc next opened a pouch and sprinkled something on the meat. Ah! See, now it made sense, he was being poisoned!

"Ukalav? Not know word."

Karg frowned, only curious now and a putting of two and two came to his mind, but...he bent and sniffed first, then gave a test (if it was poison, it wasn't like he could avoid it all night). The test proved his suspicion though! "Salt!", he provided the answer, surprise in his own voice, and it slightly startling him though it wasn't too loud, given how long it had been since he'd spoken.

"Good deer. No plague."

There was that again to analyze, and Karg felt more sure she was putting him on now. But why...and for what purpose if not to kill him? A bit of Dwarf study? Perhaps...

This middle point assumption was proven by her next words.

"Sleep now. Sun up. When moon up will put you on good pony."

"You'll let me go? At night?", he put translation to the words though they were already in Westron. He had little other option but to believe she would.

"Pony know way home? Dangerous place. Trollshaws, Ettenmoors, Weathertop. All dangerous. Pony know way?"

"Oh yes", Karg nodded, talking to an Orc, in Westron even, was becoming less odd. "B-the pony's the best my home stables had to offer, I'm sure, he knows the way". He didn't quite have enough assurance of safety to give her such a thing as Blaze's name. Once people had that, a more firm power over a pony was had, not by any magical consideration, but practical.

Of course she could then just follow him, but again, other than not leading her to innocents in a town, he could do little about that.

He glanced to the meat again and...why not? He'd probably be dead by 'moonrise' but...

He gave a test to it, and a nod of compliment. Then, as the silence stretched once more...

"How...did you come to know Westron so well?", maybe that was why she was keeping him, kidnapping tutors and all. It would be the only way to learn, since Karg himself would be wary an Orc trying to ask in Black Speech he didn't understand anyway.


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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #8 on: September 09, 2017, 01:57:50 AM »
"Salt." She tested the word before shrugging and giving a nod. Taking a large bite of hers now that it was cool enough to eat. Leaning back against the massive warg once more as she picked at it. Though, her eyes kept returning to the dwarf.

What strange creatures they were. Small but hearty folk who bowed to none and seemed unwilling to give an inch without it paid for in blood. Orcs and Dwarves had enough in common for them to be enemies, though Mazoga had only fought a few. Stronger than their small frames implied and well trained in all manner of weapons. She'd taken her axe from one that she had killed that nearly killed her. One of her favorite weapons by far and better crafted than most.

The sun continued to rise and Mazoga let out a huff of displeasure as she remained securely under the rock hang she'd chosen for her little campsite. Still, she'd had no intentions of sharing it when she stopped. This one had changed that.

Nodding when he said that the pony knew the way home. "Good. Mazoga will not lead you to safe path. Will cut ropes when sun down. Let Dwarf find own way." She was not about to put more of a strain on her mission than she already had to make sure he got to his people safely.

Then he asked her about her speaking Man Tongue and she considered for a moment. Letting it hang between them before tossing the haunch bone to Bralfot. "Good knowing. Many enemy speak. Mazoga listen. Magoza find book." Patting the pack on her hip. "All speak. Not all speak Zi Avongue, Black Tongue. Jiak evinaj aveach lat avhe Zi Avongue um lat had anausan ukenuke, liavavle vok." She said the last with a grin as she oked at the fire with a stick and sniffed at the air. "Skausan waavas." Pointing up towards the skies and chuckling softly.

The clouds had gathered during their little chase and there was the promise of rain on the wind, though it was a small thing, currently.

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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #9 on: September 11, 2017, 03:46:12 PM »
The Orc tested the word, repeating it, and Karg knew he could take credit for teaching her perhaps one new one. She didn't ask for more, and this one success seemed to do her just fine. Kargach himself wasn't digging into the meat a much as the Orc, though not fully from distrust so much anymore. He glanced to Blaze, and found the pony still doing just fine, even having found a patch of grass near his feet he was now hobbled to.

Kargach returned his attention to studying the Orc, after her own study of him.

She gave a huff that seemed to indicate she hated the sun (Kargach wouldn't have said that himself, for it sounding unfounded and even naive simplistic, but apparently it was true). Well if she truly was going to let him go, he'd let her do that soon as she wished and go off to her more comfortable underground dwellings.

Great Durin, there were similarities Orcs and Dwarves both wouldn't like to have pointed out to them! Though Kargach himself of course didn't mind the sun and travel. He still liked reaching structures at the end of the day same as people liked their beds, he could camp but it was still part of the travel.

"Good. Mazoga will not lead you to safe path. Will cut ropes when sun down. Let Dwarf find own way."

"That'll work just fine", Karg nodded. He still wasn't counting out being tailed by other companions of hers he hadn't seen, but he'd give useless miles in his travel to fully check before leading them to anywhere important. The Orc went on about having learned Westron.

"Good knowing. Many enemy speak. Mazoga listen. Magoza find book. All speak. Not all speak Zi Avongue, Black Tongue. Jiak evinaj aveach lat avhe Zi Avongue um lat had anausan ukenuke, liavavle vok.", and Kargach's own 'Yeah, no didn't catch that' smile showed point to this last, "Yeah, that makes sense, uh, the first part".


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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #10 on: September 11, 2017, 10:04:11 PM »
It was oddly amusing, how much she didn't detest the dwarf's presence. It was also amusing that she found herself enjoying the fact that she had company. So much so that sleep was pushed off for now. "Mazoga teach. Some. Liavavle vok. Liavavle mean small. Vok mean dwarf." Yep, she'd just called him 'little dwarf'.

"Man Tongue not have..." She frowned some and considered, digging through her knowledge of the language and that was the problem. "Black Tongue have better insult. Not soft." Her language, quite easily, was superior. It has the best way to insult one's enemies than any she'd found in Westron.

Of course, there were other matters at hand. She considered for a few moments before shifting forward and prodding the fire back to life. Orcs were at the command of their masters, but they were not mindless. They wanted as all races wanted, good loot, good food and a cave to call home. Still, as they were bound to darker things and easily more violent than the other races, thus she sat across from someone who might have been a friend with them tied and tressed because of the way of things.

Shaking off such dangerous thoughts, she reached back and tugged at the fur of the warg. It merely turned it's head and rested it on her lap. Her hand on it's massive head in a familiar gesture before leaning back once more. "Ask questions."

He was watching her and she wanted to know why. Of course, it could be as simple of a thing as that he'd never seen an orc this close before. Still, she wasn't certain.

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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #11 on: September 13, 2017, 02:47:14 PM »
Just keep talking, and don't try to get yourself out of this...and she'll let you live and go in the morning like she said

The morning that was slowly creeping upon them. Not that Kargach felt that this Orc had bad intentions, not by this point. He (and more effective and useful, Blaze) had been listening and there couldn't be even very stealthy Orcs hidden anywhere, he would know and his pony would have shown signs even hobbled as he was.

The Dwarf's attention went back to the Orc as she spoke.

"Mazoga teach. Some. Liavavle vok. Liavavle mean small. Vok mean dwarf."

Mazoga, was that her name? Well turn about wasn't fair play, and Dwarves cautious with their names around Men and others, so...it would be a little while yet until Karg felt that level of comfort, amicable as he oftentimes was. Still he listened intently and nodded to her...lesson.

"Liavavle vok...ok, so that's what they mean if they say that, this is good to know", Karg smiled, "Knowing how far any who've decided they don't like me insulted me will help".

"Black Tongue have better insult. Not soft."

Karg had to laugh, in almost agreement, "You're certainly quicker to the point about it, I gather, with more flair, though don't count out Dwarvish insult, if you actually catch what's behind the words, it's biting", Karg grinned. He may have been exaggerating that, or probably not.

His intense look had been interpreted as having a question, Karg shook his head lightly, "Oh, no, it wasn't anything other than wondering over the whole of this...and speaking of which...if we're on terms enough to discuss language barriers, do you think you could loosen this, my wrists are starting to chafe", he nodded to his bound wrists. It was said still in that amicable, self humoring, way, and Karg half expected not to have his request fulfilled, but since she didn't seem too violent prone, asking couldn't hurt.

Also how much light exactly before he could go about what he'd been doing? While this wasn't as awful as Karg had anticipated, he still wasn't fully comfortable.


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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #12 on: September 16, 2017, 05:00:28 AM »
He kept looking at the sun and she considered. "No, when sun goes down Mazoga sets you free." Really, she should work on her Westron. It was poor at best and she knew it. It had none of the fluidity that the dwarf was speaking with. Though, that she knew any would be seen as impressive by most.

He wanted free and she didn't blame him. She would be no easy captive were their situations reversed.

Glancing over her shoulder to Bralfot who merely let out a huffing sound and she nodded her head once. It was settled in her head. "Little Dwarf need to learn not to wander away. Always travel with other. Unlucky, no pony faster than Gundabad Warg." She pushed herself to her feet and walked over towards him.

Crouching down and looking at him for a few quiet moments that would have felt like an eternity to anyone with a fear of her. "Lucky dwarf find orc with honor for tribe. Not orc who spill blood with no reason. Maybe tomorrow dwarf not lucky. Orc in Eriador. Bad orc. Gundabad Wargs faster than horses. Stay with others. Find weapon, learn it." Her voice was quiet and there was no hatred or anger in her features. While far from soft, it was clear she was imparting him with information enough to keep him from wandering alone. Orcs in Eriador...though she didn't name them.

Sliding the knife from the sheath on her thigh before taking his hands and cutting the bonds there. "Pay attention to pony, knows warg scent now. Will alarm." Lifting Kargach from the saddle she'd perched on the branch and then handing him the saddle itself and gesturing to Blaze.

"Go."

She was almost sorry to see him go. It was almost pleasing to speak with someone she didn't have to be constantly on alert with. Kicking her foot along the dirt to smother the fire as she dropped down beside Bralfot again. Arms stretching up before perching behind her head and closing her eyes to let the dwarf do as he will.

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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #13 on: September 20, 2017, 02:47:24 PM »
 It had been worth a try, asking if she would loosen his bonds yet, of course it didn't work and she said he had to wait for complete 'sun-down'. Right...just stick it out a bit longer, atleast she's not looking like she'll eat you just yet.

"Little Dwarf need to learn not to wander away. Always travel with other. Unlucky, no pony faster than Gundabad Warg."

"Right", Karg nodded, and gave another small smile, he didn't quite know why she had to persist on calling him little, but where as other Dwarves would have taken full insult at it and reacted, Kargach knew his further survival and just general lack of trouble depended on a thick skin, which came easy to those as apt to laugh at themselves as others did.

"Yes, I...will remember that". He could have gone on to detail and defend that he usually traveled with a caravan, but...best not give her too many details on that. Not that she hadn't thus far proven she was less Kill-on-Sight than other Orcs, and not that Kargach wasn't immensely grateful she was! Still, there was an unavoidable impass just born of caution on both sides and things left unshared.

As if she could see this, the Orc stood and came over to peer at Karg. He attempted to not flinch or show discomfort, but it was really hard with an Orc staring straight at you and no clue as to her thoughts. She seemed to make up her mind about something, and spoke.

Choppy though the impart was, the point was clear, and Karg wanted to argue he was usually not this careless...but that argument even when told to his aunt and others was most times a sort of a lie. Unintended lie but still. He just nodded, still watching her. She drew her knife, and then cut his bonds as he'd requested a few moments ago, lifting him down (still a very odd experience!) and then handing him the saddle and gesturing to Blaze.

Both hardly needed to be coaxed and Karg almost jogged over, near as he could with recovering from his odd sitting position, and unhobbled Blaze, patting his nose, happy this blunder hadn't cost his pony anything, but then even as the Orc was speaking he was resaddling and mounting his trusty steed, though once that was done he still paused and regarded her once more.

What did one say when something like this came to a close?

"Thankyou...the grace...um, if I ever recognize you in a hunt or such...you've more than a few life saves saved up on my end". She'd gained three just by being kind to Blaze. Kargach nodded once more and then nudged Blaze off, the pony needing little coaxing. He still checked every now and again for the sound of pursuit, not that he thought she'd betray but from comrades or such, but no, they truly seemed in the clear. Kargach breathed a sigh at the narrow escape, as she'd said, if he run into another Orc, and made quick time on the way home.

Almost half the time he handed Blaze back over to the stable hands in Ered Luin, he had this look on his face like he'd cheated death ten times over, but this day he didn't even want to talk about it! Maybe later. Not now.

{And if you think this is closed, I'll close it! Or if Mazoga had another post, however ~}


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Re: Unwelcome
« Reply #14 on: September 20, 2017, 06:46:13 PM »
(A perfect end to a thread I didn't want to end at all. Lovely.)

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