Part 8: Intermission: The best laid plans of orcs... always end in bloodshed
Intermission: The best laid plans of orcs... always end in bloodshed
: Bloodgut, something has come to my attention. Something serious.
: That Darkweaver fellow, he's been double-dealing us hasn't he? Sending us into the Deadmines, leaving us without ample troops to defend ourselves, and not sending assistance for our latest battle; something is amiss.
: Well, what do you propose we do about it? We're only a few days march from the human kingdom.
: We turn around, say we're picking up supplies from Blackrock. Instead, we deal with the necrolyte personally.
: What!? Do you really mean-?
: Yes, we attack Blackrock Spire directly. Break in the gates, charge in, and kill Darkweaver.
: Chieftain! That's suicide! We're already so close to the humans' seat of power! To give up a position like this-
: If we attack, we leave ourselves vulnerable to Darkweaver's magic. This is necessary for our complete victory.
: But what about Vilefeast? He'll never go for this. He loves Blackhand as if he were a father.
: Vilefeast has already been taken care of...
: Ughhh... Guard duty boring. No humans fight Vilefeast. Me want smash.
: Hey, um... err... YOU VILEFEAST?
: What powerful voice! Those horns! That mask! You... you... Blackhand!?
: YES. GUESS WHAT.
: String! I guess good?
: What? I mean- NO. ME HAVE CHALLENGE FOR YOU. BLACKHAND DARE YOU TO ATTACK ME IN ME HOUSE.
: ...Vilefeast fight Blackhand? But why?
: VILEFEAST SO STRONG. PROVE SELF. ATTACK MOUNTAIN HOME.
: Vilefeast do anything for Blackhand! Me promise to kill you so proud!
And back in the present...
: He practically begged me to attack Blackhand.
: You're a scary orc when you put your mind to it. I must say, where is all of this coming from? This flash of insight?
: Don't you know, Bloodgut? I'm a genius, after all.
Earlier that day...
: Nigel Necksmasher, Chieftain under orders of Warchief Blackhand?
: And who the hell are you?
: A friend. Within this letter you will find all the treachery afoot in your ranks. Take heed of it and act accordingly. You're a smart orc; I know you will.
: What? What's that supposed to mean? Grrr...
Blackrock Spire, Blackhand's Chambers
: Warchief, my ssssssscrying has discovered that the chieftain you have your eye on plans to attack usssssss.
: Hah! The fool! I knew he make mistake soon! Then Blackhand crush in palm. Me true warchief of orcs! Summon forth Gul'dan. He shall stop them with one word.
: Gul'dan isssss... unavailable, warchief.
: What!? WHAT!? WHY!?
: There'ssssss been some problemssss with magic recently. We are working to help him ssssssshortly.
: This... this...