Mine!

Mirkwood

The view is blocked in most directions by towering dark trunks, holding heavy and crooked boughs hight above the ground. The gloomy ancient forest seems to draw more and more strenght from you as you travel deeper. Beneath you feets the forestbottom is frozen and around you the dawn winter air is shivery.
The dim light hurt your eyes a little, but you think you can make out a gap between the trees west of you.

The slender rays of daylight finding their way between the boughs, indicate that the sky above is cloudy.

Contents:
Mara
Bugzlok
Uruk Camp(#25568en)
Morian Orc Camp
Orc Raiding Party(#18007n)

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Dawn is nearing dark forest of Mirkwood, within the Mordain camp there are many Uruks already moving about, fires roaring to stay off the cold of winter, large pots of some form of gruel begin to cook. The camp is already noisy it would seem, one of the Uruks already up is the Scout Bugzlok, he sits near one of the fires with his crude Scimitar in hand, as he sits he sharpens the crude blade, running a makeshift sharpening stone up the length of the blade. His tongue sticks out the side of his mouth as he sharpens his crude weapon.

[Bagurat(#24847)]
There is another sound of metal from nearby the busy scout, though this one is more of a very faint jingling and clinking that seems to be muffled. "A pity the night cannot last much longer," comes a low crooning voice from behind Bugzlok: and there stands the darkling robed figure of Bagurat, yellowed gaze glinting from inside the eyeholes of her mask. In her claws a fairly good sized sack is held.

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Looking up from his work and looking to the shaman, Bugzlok grins and says "Cursed light." spitting upon the ground he climbs to his feet, scimitar held in one hand unthreateningly, and sharpening stone in the other. Bowing his head he looks to the sack in the Shamans hands for a moment, then looking up he says "What be in the sack shaman?"

[Bagurat(#24847)]
The shaman's tone shifts as if her hidden mouth has curled into a grin, and she answers dismissively, "You shall see soon enough, but not yet." Bagurat stares at the scout's drawn weapon for a moment, her head canting slightly. "First you must earn the chance to look inside." Setting the sack down upon the dirt with another veiled clanking, she jerks her own scimitar free as she rises. "Get it from me, and it will be yours." And taking a step forward to stand in front of the bag, the witch-orc holds up her blade.

COMBAT - Wielded: Blackened Scimitar

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         With a sly grin the Scout says evilly"My pleasure shaman." his dark eyes size the small shaman up, then tossing the stone in his other hand to the ground he puts on his shield and wields his Scimitar. His eyes shoot to the bag, then back to the shaman, and then quickly as he can he lunges forwards and slashes out with his scimitar aiming his crude weapon at the chest of the shaman.

Bugzlok attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

[Bagurat(#24847)]
Letting an almost amused laugh emerge from behind the metal beak, Bagurat steals to one side to avoid the attack. But quickly she moves back again, to block the path to the 'prize', and her right hand swings forth, the steel therein seeking the scout's lower leg.

You half-blindly attack Bugzlok with your Scimitar...
[Combat(#13388)->Bagurat]
Your attack against Bugzlok mildly wounds him!

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Feeling the sting of the Shamans blade strike his shins, grunting in pain he swings his scimitar in an upwards motion aiming for the chin of the Shaman, as he swings he lunges forward.

Bugzlok attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You've been injured for 1 hp's by Bugzlok's attack...
...you have 74 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

[Bagurat(#24847)]
Yet another clank of metal is heard, this time due to the meeting of orc-sword and mask. Though the latter covers her whole face and the scimitar strikes naught but the metal beak, the shaman nonetheless is pushed back a bit at the force of the blow. She stands still for a second, and then with a shake of her head tries for a second swing.

Down her weapon goes anew, now for Buzglok's shoulder if he is not fast enough.

You half-blindly attack Bugzlok with your Scimitar...
[Combat(#13388)->Bagurat]
Bugzlok parries your attack with his shield!

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Raising his shield just in time to block the attack the Scout sidesteps and then pushing off with his shield, reaches for the bag with his shield hand whilst swinging his scimitar at the sword arm of the shaman while saying "Mine.."

Bugzlok attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You've been injured for 1 hp's by Bugzlok's attack...
...you have 73 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

[Bagurat(#24847)]
"I think not," replies Bagurat, but it swiftly turns into a hiss as she wins the edge of the scout's scimitar over her arm. Ignoring the black blood that has welled up from the cut, she whirls back around, flinging down her own blade to try and whack Bugzlok's reaching shield hand away before it gets the sack.

You half-blindly attack Bugzlok with your Scimitar...
[Combat(#13388)->Bagurat]
Your attack against Bugzlok mildly wounds him!

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         The shamans blade strikes true, smacking his hand and leaving a small cut across the top of his hand, hissing he brings his hand up and licks the wound, glaring at the shaman and then thrusts his scimitar at her, aimed for her stomach.

Bugzlok attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he misses!

[Bagurat(#24847)]
Again, the witch-orc slips sideways like a snake, still aiming to keep herself between the sack and Bugzlok if she is able. Then, crouching slighlty next, Bagurat makes a lunging pace forward, slashing at an angle with her scimitar as though to drive the scout backward.

You half-blindly attack Bugzlok with your Scimitar...
[Combat(#13388)->Bagurat]
Bugzlok dodges your attack.

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Lunging to the side just in time and letting the shaman pass him, Bugzlok swings out with his scimitar, aiming at her back whilst he lunges forwards reaching for the bag with his shield hand, shouting "My bag!"

Bugzlok attacks you with his Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You've been injured for 1 hp's by Bugzlok's attack...
...you have 72 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

[Bagurat(#24847)]
The shaman emits another low growling sound when Bugzlok proves nimble enough to dodge, and she stumbles a bit as his weapon finds her back. But it should be the amount of time the scout would need to snatch up the bag for even when she spins round once more, Bagurat does not move to stop him this time. Instead she stands back, panting a moment, and watches. Surprisingly perhaps, her crow-mask dips in a nod.

And the sack would prove heavier than expected. Inside, a treasure: the glint of ring mail.

[Combat(#13388)->Bagurat]
You train Bugzlok in scimitar and he learns quickly.

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Snatching the bag up, and grunting as he lifts it, surprised by the weight he holds it and spins about, scimitar at the ready, Seeing the shaman not pressing the attack he grins and bows his head, then quickly opening the bag he looks inside, his eyes light up with pleasure. Looking back to the shaman he says with a toothy grin "Mine?"

[Bagurat(#24847)]
"I promised it as the prize, did I not?" the shaman answers, lowering her weapon so that the tip of it hovers just short of the cold ground. "You've earned it. I think you would be pleased to know from where it came. Your deceased commander had possessed it, before I rid the camp of him." There is a nasty purring laugh as this last is spoken. "Put it to good use, yes?"

Given.
Bugzlok picks up Ring Mail Armor.

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Pulling the ring mail from the bag he grins as he looks at it, laughing as he hears from where it came from he says "He did not deserve such armor." looking back to the shaman he bows his head once more "It will go to good use, yes.. Help me rid us of our enemies." sheathing his scimitar he looks the armor over again, grin still upon his tattooed face.

[Bagurat(#24847)]
"The crucial battles have yet to be fought," says the witch-orc, finally putting her scimitar back into its scabbard. "I will be happier knowing our soldiers are better equipped, and better prepared. Soon the albai will regret their foolish defiance of the Lord. We will smite them all, and watch in victory when they perish under His fire." Bagurat takes a step away, moving back toward the middle of the camp. "Keep your blade sharp, and ready."

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         As the shaman speaks, Bugzlok removes his old armor and tosses it upon the ground at his feet, then begins to pull the ring mail over his head, speaking as he searches for the head hole "They will all burn for defying our lord, burn alive they will" Finally his head pops out and he continues "We will hunt them, kill them all." his tone is one of pure hatred as he speaks. Bowing his head once again "My blade will cut the hearts out of our enemies!"

[Bagurat(#24847)]
There is another dark crooning chuckle of amusement. "That's the spirit," nods the witch-orc. "There will be plenty of sacrifices for the Eye, and Elf-meat in heaps for His loyal soldiers."

And Bagurat heads on forward, calling over her shoulder as she disappears into a group of other orcs up ahead. "You may find me in my tent, should you need anything else."

[Bugzlok(#11425)]
         Moving his arms and stretching, Bugzlok feels out his new armor. A grin still upon his foul tattooed face, Adjusting his new armor and the rest of his belongings he looks himself over and smiles evilly. Smiling as the shaman walks off he bows his head and too heads off, heading towards the Scouts tent.