A low fire burned, concealed within the small grove. The commander of the Blogkun-Hai group shielded his eyes from the others around the flames. We have failed. Not only didn’t we found the rod that we needed to find but our task of keeping secrecy has also been foiled. Only twenty-two remained, meaning that nine were either killed or made a runner. It doesn’t really matter though. Master will punish us, again and again. Nearly two weeks ago word was sent out and not even a response have we received from the South. “The Master will punish us or even forsake us in these lands where we will be picked off one by one. One by one. One by-“
That smell. Is it? The commander stood up from his tree stump to sniff the air. The others that were close by rose to their feet as well to follow his example. Some of them grabbed their long knives from their sheaths and jumped to the high trees for the little cover they gave. The commander did no such thing for he was accustomed to the smell. “Wargs.” The leader of the party stepped out of the small treeline that shielded them from prying eyes and, to his amazement, he was met with the snout of one of the creatures. When the Blogkun was certain that the warg did not claw off his skin, he looked up at the rider. The small orc looked down at the weather-beaten tracker and jumped of his warg. The commander looked at the rider and couldn’t believe his eyes. “Why does Master send more Blogkun-Hai? Are you here to give us our punishment and proclaim us for dead, you maggot?” The rider simple handed a rather pristine letter for the conditions it must have been in. The commander, being most likely the only one present that could read it, grabbed the piece of paper and read it carefully. When he was done with reading the small message he stepped forward. Most of the others from the tracking party looked down too from their treetops. They couldn’t believe their eyes. “Not only a new task yet also the means to carry it out. We move out at once! Let the supplies on the beasts!” It seems that the Blogkun-Hai have been given another chance.
Two lone warg-riders rode into the valley of Tûm-Fuin. Even though the goblins there did not hindered the passing of these important looking orcs, they did not greeted them with open arms. They did however, look at them with their large eyes. The visitors had fancy metal links around their body and yew bows around their shoulders. They rode to the middle of the camp and started speaking. Their voices seemed to be almost a loud whisper: “Men will come to attack you! They will arrive from the North and will bring nothing but dead! Come with us and we will not only make sure that you can kill them, you may also keep all their pretties to yourself!” A large mutter under the goblins followed soon after yet even after two minutes they had not decided. The same warg-rider spoke out: ”You maggots want to die? Let me give you this to sway you from your end.” The rider loosened a small satchel from his belt and took it in his hand. He shook it around a bit to let the coins inside of it be heard. This had the goblins attention. After dropping the satchel to the ground, the orc took his hand to the riding beast again yet the glimmer coming from around his finger was not hidden from sight. Soon after, a small host of goblins led by the two warged Blogkun-Hai moved North towards the nearby pass that led to Forochel.
