2010-06-17: Orcs..Orcs..Everywhere, But Not a Drop To Drink


Orcs..Orcs..Everywhere, But Not a Drop To Drink?

Author: EM Dudley Published: June 17, 2010



The air within the tent was stale with the rank odor of rotten flesh. Tavalia Zodok looked around and tried to focus. Bodies. Lots of them. How long had she been unconscious? Everything was a blur, her torso burned...

Derrick Mornwok coursed over the post that lay in front of him. The disaster at Magincia had left his Great Uncle Archibald's estate completely destroyed. Derrick had since thought the estate, along with many of his Great Uncle's prized treasures were lost. Only now had he learned that luck would have it and many of the great heirlooms Archibald held, as well as some of the more exotic effects he'd collected over the years sat safely in storage. He ordered them delivered to his estate at once.

Scarlet Von Trinsic traced the path of the Courier as he walked between the tall hedges of Mornwok Estate. Once in earshot she let out an unmistakable, "Psst!" The Courier turned and without hesitation Scarlet threw up a nod and tossed her long brown hair across her delicate shoulders. "What you carrying handsome?" Scarlet questioned him in a soft tone and traced the outline of his shirt with her finger. She could already see his eyes were transfixed on her. This wasn't going to be difficult at all. "Uhh, post from Lord Mornwok...official correspondence to the Queen." His voice quivered. She pressed her lips against his and gently slid her hand down his shaking arm. She reached into his satchel and with the touch of a feather lifted the rolled parchment from his person. She broke the kiss and playfully batted at his hat. He smiled and stumbled on his way. Scarlet unraveled the parchment taking care to keep the seal in place for it's eventual delivery. She scanned it quickly and turned back to the impressive outline of Mornwok Estate. She smiled, adjusted her fedora, and set off dancing through the dwindling shadows of the Vesper twilight...

Drake Foxx grunted to the sound of a courier at his door, "On the desk!" He fell back asleep to awaken once more only a short while later to the voice of Gwen Irina, "Commander Foxx, reporting as ordered!" He pulled himself out of the rack and made himself decent. At his desk First Lieutenant Gwen Irina stood at attention, "At ease, Lieutenant." He sipped the Mandrake Tea while making sense of his desk. Atop a rather large stack of parchment sat a post from Derrick Mornwok. His tea went immediately sour. "Sir, I am anxious to be returning to the Capital and eagerly await assignment. As you know I have extensive training and feel confident in my abilities to face any challenge your Lordship may bestow upon me, Sir!" Gwen rambled on. Foxx had stopped listening and simply shoved the post from Derrick Mornwok unto her.

"See that this is taken care of. Dismissed Lieutenant..."

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