The Eye Be Willing

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Mid Morning on Mersday, Day 30 of December.

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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 mid morning winter air is cold.

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

Morian Orc Camp

Orc Raiding Party

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

It is just now morning and the cursed sun has risen high above, sending horrid rays of light though gaps in the trees. The Uruks of the Mordain camp are all hidden beneath large dark tents, most sharpening blades, sleeping, cursing their enemies or sitting next to small fires. Those that move about stay away from the horrid rays of light that make their way through the leaves. One such Uruk is the Scout Bugzlok he stands holding his back, looking rather annoyed cursing another scout about sleeping when he should be tracking. Then back handing the other scout he shouts \"Learn you place!\" with those words the scout moves off cursing Bugzlok under his breath.

[Bagurat(#24847)]

There seems to be an awful lot of cursing this morning, that is for certain. More of these pleasant orcish mutterings come from outside a large black tent, where Bagurat sits upon the ground under the shadow cast by the raised door flap. For once, her unkempt white hair and ashen face are visible, and beside her the crow-mask has been set upon the dirt. She seems to have recently finished replacing bandages, for a stained clump of cloth is flung to the side, and currently the shaman produces a small vial from her robes. She does however, glance up briefly at the back handing display and shouting nearby.

HEALING: You administer some aid to yourself and think you feel a little better.

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

Looking away and muttering curses towards the dumb scout, Bugzlok begins to move though the camp, darting from the darkest places, until he sees the shaman.. Then making his way towards her he grins evilly and says to her \"Tis a foul day.. Blasted light ruining everything..\" seeing her bandage herself he says \"Perhaps you can ease the pain in the wound in my back?\"

[Bagurat(#24847)]

The witch-orc does not answer immediately, instead taking the moment to uncork the bottle and swallow whatever nasty-looking contents are inside. At last she looks up, and Bagurat frowns. \"You\'ve a pain in your back? Fine, I shall help it, but first I wish a report. How fared you and the scouts in your hunt?\"

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

Slowly the Scout crouches beside the shaman and says \"We chased them for a great distance, I was forced to stop when I was hit in the back by a tree rats arrow whilst I sliced up one of his kin.\" and evil grin upon his face as he says the last part \"I continued to track, as best I could until I returned here to have the arrow removed..\" pausing a moment the Uruk thinks then continues with \"The commander had the Scout return claiming they would not find the trail, that they were to far out..\"

[Bagurat(#24847)]

The talk of slicing brings an unpleasant fanged grin across the shaman\'s mouth, but that quickly fades as the last news is spoken. \"In other words you lost them?\" Bagurat hisses, a threat of rising anger upon the voice. \"Then the paths are still beyond our grasp, skai. I don\'t look kindly on incompetence...who is this commander? I would teach him better, when next I see him.\"

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

\"Yes we have lost them..\" says the Uruk scout in a defeated tone then answering the shaman he says \"The Commander is Gobloc, shaman.. A fat scout if I have ever seen one..\"

[Bagurat(#24847)]

This earns a snorting sound from the shaman. \"Well, it is no wonder he chose to turn back then. Couldn\'t keep up, clearly, the lazy fool. The Master has no use for scouts who cannot do their job properly. Perhaps,\" the tone turns into feign musing, \"I shall...fix that.\"

With a pained and stiff movement, Bagurat pushes herself to her feet, turning to face Bugzlok again. \"But no matter. I will worry about that afterward. Your back, you said?\"

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

Nodding his head and not wishing to push the discussion the Uruk turns about and pulls up his rag of a shirt, revealing the spot where the arrow was literally yanked out.. It still oozes fluid it seems but does not look horrible.

[Bagurat(#24847)]

The witch-orc raises a brow at the sight of the wound, frowning once more. \"No one thought of putting bandage on it? It looks like the arrow had gone deep. A pity it was in the back, where you couldn\'t reach it.\" Another bottle is brought out from the inside of her black garments, thought the contents of this one seem to foam and bubble. She empties the stuff onto one hand, and roughly smears the foul-smelling paste over the injury.

HEALING: You administer aid to Bugzlok and think that he looks a little better.

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

As the liquid is rubbed into the wound the Uruk Scout grunts in pain, grinding his teeth and saying \"No time for a bandage.. Is it so bad\" as he grunts in pain his muscles tighten and his body goes rigid, if its the liquid or the /soft/ touch of the shaman that causes the pain its hard to tell, possibly both.

[Bagurat(#24847)]

And as that \'soft\' touch stops its ungentle rubbing, the shaman takes a pace away, glancing at the wound anew. \"It is bad, but will get better. I won\'t put a bandage if you do not wish one. It would, however,\" Bagurat gives the other orc a pointed look, \"help the paste work it\'s full effect. Provided you have no,\" and here she pauses, a twisted grin returning to her face, \"unexpected reactions to it, you should be healed fairly quickly, the Eye be willing. And if worse comes to worst, I have antidotes...\"

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

Finally un clenching his jaw the Uruk scout takes a deep breath and says \"If a bandage will help it heal faster then I would ask for one shaman, so that I may return to my duties..\" thinking about the possible side affects he shivers slightly and then shakes his head saying \"It will heal.\"

[Bagurat(#24847)]

\"It will heal,\" agrees the witch-orc, nodding, and saying nothing more on the matter of sideaffects. \"I have used the last of my bandages one myself, just earlier, but this will serve well enough for the time being.\" Raising her left arm, the shaman tears several long pieces off her sleeve, and leans forward to wrap them about the injury. This done, she steps back again. \"There.\"

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

A nod of thanks if given to the shaman as she finishes.. Then pulling down his shirt once again Bugzlok stands up strait and says \"thank you shaman.. I will not fail you again.\" his words sound determined and serious unlike his usual tone.

[Bagurat(#24847)]

Bagurat\'s yellow eyes narrow, studying intently perhaps the scout\'s expression. At length she nods in satisfaction. \"My faith in you has not lessened. May the Master speed you to success.\" She begins to turn toward her previous spot on the ground, but she pauses. \"And the next time you see this lazy commander, kindly send him to me, yes?\" And she gives a nasty laugh.

[Bugzlok(#11425)]

A devious smile is given to the shaman at her words about the commander, then bowing his head he says \"May the Master heal your wounds shaman, and when I see the commander I will send him too you..\" then turning about he heads away moving to where a group of scouts sits gambling and cursing over something.

[Bagurat(#24847)]

The witch-orc watches Bugzlok leave, ere she returns to her mask and picks it up. And with a swishing of black robes, she is gone into the black tent behind her.