Dwarves Is Tasty Too

Anduin Vale, North of Lorien

The murky sky is overcast and dreary. The night summer air is hot and slightly humid around you. The moon is not visible.

Contents:
Gunk
Magua
Uruk Camp
Morian Orc Camp
Obvious exits:
North, SouthEast, and West

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
The river rushes by the western Anduin Vales, and close to the south lies the accursed land of the Golden Wood. A numerous collection of tracks has trampled the dirt here, leading away form the riverbank. On the grasslands nearby the Mordain camp has been set, and inside forms bustle here and there as they set tents up. Amid the other black shapes moves the red-robed form of Bagaglok in a claw there is clasped a collection of bandages.

[Magua(#32030)] 
The Morian Orcs have their camp nearby and it has grown a little thanks to the lurkers who normally watch the northern fences of Lorien and who have now gathered thanks to the messengers sent out by Magua. Limping along, the Orc-king leads some of the other wounded from previous battles toward the Mordain camp to seek out medical attention. (For all the king's bravura earlier about the FLAME, it has not been showering its blessings on its people lately.)

[Gunk(#29384)] 
Limping along next to the Gothshaka is Gunk, an ugly little thing with fresh wounds that ooze puss. It is obvious this Orc has not attempted even rudimentary first aid. A cough and wheeze escapes his mouth and he spits out blood.

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
Other healers and shaman drift about the camp, medicine and other bottles carried along as they set to work. For a moment the Malkog stands observing the scene, and as he turns his head the yellow gaze catches sight of the approachers. The Mordain guards step aside, allowing unhindered entry. With a few more paces forward as if to met the pair, Bagaglok halts.

"A miserable situation we've landed ourselves in, eh?" a lips pulls back to reveal fangs. "Pity there is no leaf-ears to eat after it all. You have come back for healing, I assume?"

[Magua(#32030)] 
Magua nods slowly, perhaps not wishing to show weakness despite his obvious need. "Yes, for me and this one especially." He points over at Gunk and frowns at the blood being coughed up. "He's one of my loyalists. Won't stab me in the back... I don't think."

[Gunk(#29384)] 
Gunk shakes his head and spits more blood, this time contemptuously. "I's needs no healin'. If I's dies, I's dies."

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
Bagaglok nods. "Then I shall start with this one," he says, and pauses as Gunk speaks. "Despite what you may think you need," continues the shaman, taking another step closer determindely. "What ails you the most?" The question comes, even as the Malkog's eyes flash over the Morian's form, judging his condition.

HEALING: Gunk has no critical wounds and you'd categorize his condition as critical.

[Gunk(#29384)] 
Gunk shrugs and accepts the healing, despite his earlier protests. "I's tire easy. No air. Chest full."

[Magua(#32030)] 
Magua watches with interest. "This Eye of yours. Does it give you favors so you can heal?"

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
"Trouble breathing..." the Eastern orc muses, fiddling around in a cloak pocket, and bringing out a large bottle of foamy looking goo. The container is uncorked and he dumps some of the contents out in his hands, ere moving them to smear the stuff over the Morian uruk's chest. "Not the best perhaps," sighs Bagaglok, "but a few of my others were lost in the water. Should make your lungs better nevertheless."

The shaman is silent for a while after Magua's question. "He answers our needs when we are faithful to Him. This camp's belief has strayed as of late..most likely explains the poor luck with the albai scum." He indicates the black line of Lorien in the dark behind.

[Gunk(#29384)] 
Gunk nods and remains silent as he receives the healing from the shaman. After a few moments, he does breath easier.

HEALING: You administer some aid to Gunk.

[Magua(#32030)] 
Magua looks pleased for some reason known only to himself. As Gunk breathes better, he nods. "Your Eye is a good one."

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
"There." Finished with the application, Bagaglok steps back, glancing Gunk over once more. "If there are no serious cuts or bruises, shall I move on?" He looks to the Morian king. "Your Flame is as perceiving of prayers, I have heard?"

[Magua(#32030)] 
"For those who have not strayed." Magua grins brutishly and then presents himself. "The arrow you removed earlier, the wound still festers from the poison though it has not spread thanks to your antidote."

[Gunk(#29384)] 
"Huh, the Flame." Gunk does not hide his contempt as he scratches a scrab off that starts to ooze immediately.

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
"Poison from the spiders of Mirkwood," nods the scarlet-garbed goblin. Again, a vial is taken out, though this time is a smaller one and filled with black liquid. It might appear to glow faintly, although it might be due to a trick of the half-veiled starlight. "This should draw the remainer out." A bandage is covered in the sticky stuff, and reached forward to dab and the mark where the arrow had stuck. An ear twitches as Gunk speaks, but Bagaglok fairly manages to conceal a half-grin.

HEALING: You administer some aid to Magua.

[Magua(#32030)] 
Magua looks pleased. "When your vorag-whatever is ready to talk, I will see him to discuss helping your cause. Your help here tonight has put your party in a better place in my mind."

[Gunk(#29384)] 
Gunk spits and curses. "Gothshaka, forget yours mind. Tells I's where the foods is."

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
"As you wish," supplies the shaman, wrapping a fresh bandage over the injury and moving a pace away once again. "I admit I had not thought very well of your folk either, though the scouting party that was sent is most likely the reason. Spying it seemed to me at the time. Others of my kind no doubt still view it thusly."

"Food is yonder," points Bagaglok, and after he calls something a snaga trots over with a sizziling pot filled to the top. "No pointed ear I am afraid, but it seems we still have left over dwarf..." An unpleasant grin is given, and the robed orc takes up the pot and holds it out.

[Magua(#32030)] 
Magua leaves Gunk to eat as he nods to the shaman and starts to move away with his bodyguards lurking around.

[Gunk(#29384)] 
Gunk takes an offered bowl and it is filled to the brim with steaming liquid. A finger floats to the surface and Gunk grins at Bagaglok. "Huh, dwarfs is tasty enough when yours belly is empty."

[Bagaglok(#24847)]
"Indeed," agrees the Mordain orc. "You may take it back to your camp if you wish, or stay here. I would suggest the first, at least until my people have warmed a bit more up regarding you and the Northerners. I must see to other business." A final nod, and Bagaglok turns away, heading back into the deeper parts of the camp where more wounded are to be found.