08-07-2018, 04:33 PM
Scaling a near by tree as Simon watched him climb up the side of the tree next to them, which eventually allowed him to reach the top. As Ricter got to the tip of the red wood he looked around, seeing mostly the endless expanse of the Tangled Greens and what it had to offer.
At first glace nothing stood out around the rain and drizzle that over lapped most of the scenery, it was hard to even tell if their was a town near by or not. His eyes narrowed, focusing past the fog that was around them, it was faint and hard to see but he did see something in the distance. But it wasn’t a smoke stack, instead it seemed like some kind of establishment. High wooden walls were around the settlement and it didn’t seem too big but probably took up about the space of a foot ball field.
The wooden wall around it seemed to have only one entrance and one exit, being well around a mile or so away, not far at all if they walked. But as he guessed it was in the swamp still, just around the left hand portion of it. So that the tree’s masked where it was but the swamp installed fear and confusion if people wanted to walk through it.
But it wasn’t too well hidden when it was so close by, making it very easy to go towards it now. Yet, now that he found what seemed like a large camp he would need a plan of attack, even more so he needed to ensure he found his weapon too, after all he had no interest in taking hours looking for something if they had managed to get inside with out any trouble.
Additionally he looked at himself for a moment, his body was reverting down more and more, thanks to his connection with his sword his body was looking a lot more like a kid than his original size. Not that he was very tall before anyways, but he knew what this was, and why it was important that they get Lanor back as soon as possible.
His best bet was to find what he was looking for, get in then get out. Something he was okay with, but not the best given he was too used to powering his way through everything, but with out his sword he was just as average as some other people now that the power from it was leaving him completely.
As indicated by the fact that his face and body were still in pain and for the first time he was wearing bandages from his injuries. Maybe beating each other up right before they needed to do their own raid on a camp was a bad idea, but it focused their efforts now, so all in all it was good.
“Ricter! Did you find anything?”
Simon asked bellow, unable to really spot the weasel who was currently on top of the tree, but he could hear him through the foliage above as the stoat spoke up. “Yeah, I can see a camp not too far off, looks well defended though, one second I’ll come down.”
After about a minute or two of climbing back down he would discuss what he saw with Simon, detailing him on the description of the fort as well as what seemed to be there. “Its not too big, mostly seems like a gated camp with large tents and one tent in the middle. They have a watch tower but no other real structures besides what seems like a store house building.”
Simon would think about this for a second but he had gotten an idea once he evaluated the situation. “I think they might stash all their loot in the large building, it’s the best place to do it if your stealing loads of items from travelers.”
“Sounds about right, so we should try and break our way into the storage room when its dark, with the rain too, it should cover any noise we make.”
Nodding, Simon got up off the log with some help from Ricter, still just as sore as the weasel was but the rodent wasn’t a slouch. “Well we got plenty of time till night fall, lets scout out the place before we do it.”
Ricter couldn’t agree more to this idea, and so after getting their things together they would make their way towards the camp being wary of what was going on, and ensuring that they didn’t get found out by any patrols that could be walking around near by.
Thanks to their carefulness they could see that many of the guards that walked around wouldn’t notice them as the duo ducked in a bush behind some cover. The orcs had a nice established camp here it seemed. Something that would be hard to take down normally, especially with a leader so strong.
But it didn’t look like the main camp, more like a simple faction of the orcs as a whole, one that seemed very accustomed to stealing and ensuring that others around them were ‘acquainted’ to their presence in the Tangled Greens. Maybe they could change that.
The pair seemingly got very close thanks to the rain and dark clouds over head covering their approach and vanquishing any light around them as well, so as they got up to the wall Ricter would peer though as did Simon who was interested in seeing what was inside as well.
The large wooden logs that made the wall had spaces in them, some were almost big enough to squeeze through but he wouldn't’ attempt that now when they could very well figure out another way to get inside. What they would see through the gaps were male and female orcs walking around, most going about their daily business while others were in tents it seemed.
Probably because they didn’t enjoy having on soggy clothing, still Ricter would keep track of the numbers they held. Minus the two he had cut down and killed he counted at least thirty of them staying here, including women and some children as well.
Those of which he had no intention of hurting at all, but if it came to it he would disable them if need be, only because he had no interest in becoming a murderer of innocent lives even if they probably had done the opposite thing to others.
He would cast blame when the time came for it, right now though his main focus was finding the storage room, while Simon eyed the watch tower. It was well around two stories tall, and made of wood as well, it was on the other side of the encampment, however they couldn't see them thanks to they positioning of the tower and how they choose their approach.
In addition the gate was near by, on the other side of the encampment as well, near the tower so they could see whom comes in through the front door more or less. The guards up in the tower were not very attentive, most seemingly guessing no one would dare attack a stronghold of orcs, however they looked around occasionally.
In addition their were only two guards up there, so if need be they could find some way of sneaking past them if they wanted to go in through the front, but his idea involved a less direct approach to entering and exiting the camp. Ensuring they didn’t end up dying here, but there was plenty more to plan now that they had a rough guess for what to do next.
Next Ricter spotted the main building in the middle, as well as a building off to the side, one looked like the storage room he had spotted not too long ago from a distance. While it seemed like a simple building, it was tall and similar to the main house in the middle of the village, showing that it was made for something other than just a big apartment building of some kind.
It was only one story tall, additionally, he noticed a few orcs leaving the building while one seemed to be bringing in meat from a dead deer into the building before leaving empty handed. With that building marked the only place left was the house in the middle, made of wood of course but nicer than the tents and huts that were around it.
It was probably the leaders home that was for sure, however he had no interest in going there, mostly because he knew full well that fighting him would probably not work out. At least not till he got his broad sword, all he needed was one touch and he’d be back to normal, or at least as ‘normal’ as he can be when it came to his natural body.
In the mean time all he could do now was plan out their actions and what to do after they had gotten what they were after. Poking Simon, he would whisper to the rodent. “Alright I think I have an idea on what to do now. Lets back off for the time being and head back once its night time.”
The rodent silently agreed to his advice, understanding that attacking now while it was still around midday was probably a bad idea, especially after two or three hours from when they had gotten attacked. It would make them showing up all too predictable, granted they did kinda leave them for dead, at least Ricter that is, for Simon though he was kind of just left on the ground.
Either way the two would soon slip away form the wall, leaving the camp for now and setting up their own plot to storm the encampment. The night would come around not too long after, surely it would take a lot of waiting but the two had established a full game plan for what to do.
First, they would go about storming the same side of the wall, vaulting over the wall and making their way to the storage room. After looking around they could grab the sword, and flowers if they found them. After that they leave immediately afterwards, which would be a lot easier if they managed to gain the weapon they sought after.
The plan didn’t involve fighting, but with the guns on Simons back and the sword at Ricters hip they were prepared for it.
With the cover of night the mission would begin, the orcs had lanterns and maybe 3 or so guards walking around patrolling the area. Luckily with their previous scouting they had found out what paths they seemed to enjoy taking, and how they tended to guard the camp.
Mostly in a manner that was very predictable, probably because no one dared to really storm a camp of this size when it was full of orcs, but they seemed civilized enough to make sure certain holes in their defenses were covered.
Coming up to the side of the wall again Simon would look around while Ricter would cover their tail ends, the rodent would look to Ricter and nod as the mustelid did the same. Getting down on one knee Riccter would cup his hands together low as Simon placed his foot on his hands and braced himself on the stoats shoulders.
Soon he would be tossed up around two or so feet into the air more than what he could normally do, allowing him enough jumping distance to reach the top of the log wall, grabbing hold as much as they possibly could while it was raining.
Taking out a dagger Simon would stab it into the wood and from there begin climbing the wall, scaling it before dropping down over the other side once they managed to get over the top side. Ricter would follow behind him soon enough, not needing much of a boost as he used the deep gashes in the wood from Simons dagger to climb upwards.
Creating an effective climbing wall in a way, but he also dropped down on the other side with him, as the two looked around they could see things more clearly. Their was around 12 or so tents and huts for probably the normal residents here.
In addition, there was a wooden building in the center, the chiefs hut, and a storage room that was for all manner of things probably given that from memory they stored food here and their was no other buildings besides the watch tower.
But their main goal was that storage room, and so they would begin to silently walk in that direction, the rain made it easy to mask everything they were doing, they could more or less run and still not be heard even though their foot steps splattered mud and water with each step they took.
One moving to the large building they stopped, the lights were still one, which was the same for most of the huts too, but in this case they had to guess someone was inside of here. But they had come prepared, at least enough to warrant some praise.
Coming on one side of the building they had perfect vision of the door from here with out being seen thanks to the darkness. The door way was more or less just a wooden frame, however it was able to be mostly seen through by the upper half being made out of nothing.
It was made to double as a merchants counter, which built into their advantage as Simon moved forward and stayed low to the ground. Once he was next to the door he would place what seemed like a sack filled with something on the counter.
Making enough noise with it that someone inside could hear and see what was plopped there, a simple burlap sack. Inside two orcs would be working to organize the mess of items they had looted form the previous week, moving barrels, clothing items, and even life stock to different sections of the room.
One turned though and noticed someone placed an item on the doors counter, “Hm? How the hell did I miss that one?” One would say, he was large and green in color, same for most orcs as their tusks came out on the sides of their lips. In addition he wore simple clothing, similar to that of a peasant.
His friend, a female orc, would snicker as she noticed the bag too and played it off as something else, “Your always bad at organizing anything around here, you’d forget were your eyes were if they were in your head already.”
The female laughed, she wore a simple shirt as well, being just as large as her male companion her hair was tied into a pony tail. Black as night, while her body held the familiar look of green as well, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary for her as she lifted up a barrel and carried it to a corner of the room.
The male orc would grumble and roll his eyes, walking over to the bag and soon reaching out for it, just as Simon and Ricter noticed the arm Simon would jump up on the counter while Ricter would Grab at the arm, jumping in through the window as well while effectively tackling the large Orc to the ground in his surprised state.
Mean while Simon tucked his body in and rolled into the room, scanning it with his eyes as he held his rifle at the ready, once he saw the female orc he pointed it at her and spoke.
“Hands up!”
Making her pause before complying once it seemed Ricter had his blade pointed at the orc on his back now, keeping them pinned with the threat of killing them if they choose to do anything. Yet, the male would speak up once his mind processed they were being jumped by two furry creatures.
“Who the hell are you two? Look, we don't want any trouble, just take what you need and leave.”
He seemed to speak in a begrudgingly manner, but at the same time he feared they were just here to kill them and take ll their things. Which wasn’t the case at all, at least for Ricter given he wasn’t so blood thirsty to kill possible civilians.
He would say nothing though, even more so he would gesture to Simon, he would get the idea and soon the weasel got up off the orc and allow Simon to point his gun towards him. “Get up slowly and walk over to your friend.” His instructions were simple, and so the orc would comply and get up slowly.
As this was happening Ricter was looking through the many items here, most having branding on contains and the like, most looked exclusively stolen. But as the two orcs were held at gun point with their hands raised Ricter would ask a question after inspecting the building.
“I’d like to ask you both a question, have you seen a bag full of white flowers in it, as well as a sword?”
The pair would stay silent, making Simon antsy and pointing the rifle at one of their heads as the male would speak up on that. “Yeah, a bag of flowers, its uh in the herbs section. Over there.” He gestured with his head, to the middle of the room more or less in a messy pile of gear and items.
Squinting Ricter walked over and began shuffling through the items now, finding all manner of loot, but he wasn't interested in taking it, even if it was stolen. While he was searching the messy pile of loot the female orc would growl, throwing words his way.
“You’ll never make it out of here alive! Do you know who your trying to steal from? This is the orc band of Ma’tok The Destroyer, once the guards realize somethings up you and your little friend here will be dead before morning!” The woman seemed to have a mix of pride and fear in saying this mans name, as if she both respected the power and feared it to some degree.
Making Ricter pause but he kept up his scrounging while Simon would try to keep her voice down, “Shut up, your precious leader stole something from us and we plan on getting it back.”
The woman would quirk a brow, smirking, “Stealing back from the thieves, huh? I don't know what was taken from you but we need them way more than you both do. Just a sword and a bag of herbs? How common are those things that you need them this desperately.”
Simon seemed flabbergasted by her elitism. “What? Its ours, what the hell do you mean you need it more. By the looks of it you’ve stolen from probably hundreds of people, and probably killed them too!”
The woman frowned, mean while the man tried to get her to stop talking with a light shove but she persisted. “We do what we need to do to survive, you have no idea what horrors our leader has gone through, what they had to do to ensure we lived. How much fighting we had to do just to stay alive, you have no right to question what we have to do as a necessity!”
Simon fell silent on this, it was horrible logic to some however he could relate to some degree, as a rat that grew up in a mafia like life style he was burdened with doing things he wasn’t proud of just to survive. Even before he was the one running everything he was a lot like them, fighting everyone to survive, beating off enemies that cropped up and trying to ensure he lived to see the next day.
Was that Ma’toks plan? To lead his tribe into a better situation by taking from the land? It was a controversial way of doing it, but not unlike what he was used too doing when he was head of a criminal organization. This pause could be noticed by both orcs as one would almost step forward however Simon snapped back and pointed his rifle at both again.
“Keep back!”
They complied and groaned as Ricter finally fished out something, it was the bag with all the collected flowers, luckily they didn’t wither easily. “I got the bag, but I searched that entire pile and didn’t find anything related to a sword.”
They were in the right place it seemed, however in looking around the storage room he would actually notice that they held no weapons here at all. At most they had farming equipment, but that was it. However this would draw a laugh from the woman in the room, as if he said a joke but Ricter missed his own punchline, causing him to wonder what was going on.
“If you looking for a sword your going to have to go to the armory, which is right outside, next to the chiefs home. If you want your death to be swift then go on ahead, it will be a treat to see what happens to you after you try.”
Of course this couldn’t be all according to plan, there was always something to mix up how they plotted out this entire thing. Now they had a choice, they could simply leave the two here and try to get into the armory themselves, or one of them had to watch the two which Simon would look over to Ricter as he could tell he was thinking now.
“Its fine, I can handle it here, you go and find it, but if things go south I’ll be out to help you.” The rodent said with a smirk, which caught Ricter by surprise but he smiled back to him.
“Alright, thanks Simon. If I mess up I’m sure you’ll hear it.”
“Ha, true. Good luck.”
At first glace nothing stood out around the rain and drizzle that over lapped most of the scenery, it was hard to even tell if their was a town near by or not. His eyes narrowed, focusing past the fog that was around them, it was faint and hard to see but he did see something in the distance. But it wasn’t a smoke stack, instead it seemed like some kind of establishment. High wooden walls were around the settlement and it didn’t seem too big but probably took up about the space of a foot ball field.
The wooden wall around it seemed to have only one entrance and one exit, being well around a mile or so away, not far at all if they walked. But as he guessed it was in the swamp still, just around the left hand portion of it. So that the tree’s masked where it was but the swamp installed fear and confusion if people wanted to walk through it.
But it wasn’t too well hidden when it was so close by, making it very easy to go towards it now. Yet, now that he found what seemed like a large camp he would need a plan of attack, even more so he needed to ensure he found his weapon too, after all he had no interest in taking hours looking for something if they had managed to get inside with out any trouble.
Additionally he looked at himself for a moment, his body was reverting down more and more, thanks to his connection with his sword his body was looking a lot more like a kid than his original size. Not that he was very tall before anyways, but he knew what this was, and why it was important that they get Lanor back as soon as possible.
His best bet was to find what he was looking for, get in then get out. Something he was okay with, but not the best given he was too used to powering his way through everything, but with out his sword he was just as average as some other people now that the power from it was leaving him completely.
As indicated by the fact that his face and body were still in pain and for the first time he was wearing bandages from his injuries. Maybe beating each other up right before they needed to do their own raid on a camp was a bad idea, but it focused their efforts now, so all in all it was good.
“Ricter! Did you find anything?”
Simon asked bellow, unable to really spot the weasel who was currently on top of the tree, but he could hear him through the foliage above as the stoat spoke up. “Yeah, I can see a camp not too far off, looks well defended though, one second I’ll come down.”
After about a minute or two of climbing back down he would discuss what he saw with Simon, detailing him on the description of the fort as well as what seemed to be there. “Its not too big, mostly seems like a gated camp with large tents and one tent in the middle. They have a watch tower but no other real structures besides what seems like a store house building.”
Simon would think about this for a second but he had gotten an idea once he evaluated the situation. “I think they might stash all their loot in the large building, it’s the best place to do it if your stealing loads of items from travelers.”
“Sounds about right, so we should try and break our way into the storage room when its dark, with the rain too, it should cover any noise we make.”
Nodding, Simon got up off the log with some help from Ricter, still just as sore as the weasel was but the rodent wasn’t a slouch. “Well we got plenty of time till night fall, lets scout out the place before we do it.”
Ricter couldn’t agree more to this idea, and so after getting their things together they would make their way towards the camp being wary of what was going on, and ensuring that they didn’t get found out by any patrols that could be walking around near by.
Thanks to their carefulness they could see that many of the guards that walked around wouldn’t notice them as the duo ducked in a bush behind some cover. The orcs had a nice established camp here it seemed. Something that would be hard to take down normally, especially with a leader so strong.
But it didn’t look like the main camp, more like a simple faction of the orcs as a whole, one that seemed very accustomed to stealing and ensuring that others around them were ‘acquainted’ to their presence in the Tangled Greens. Maybe they could change that.
The pair seemingly got very close thanks to the rain and dark clouds over head covering their approach and vanquishing any light around them as well, so as they got up to the wall Ricter would peer though as did Simon who was interested in seeing what was inside as well.
The large wooden logs that made the wall had spaces in them, some were almost big enough to squeeze through but he wouldn't’ attempt that now when they could very well figure out another way to get inside. What they would see through the gaps were male and female orcs walking around, most going about their daily business while others were in tents it seemed.
Probably because they didn’t enjoy having on soggy clothing, still Ricter would keep track of the numbers they held. Minus the two he had cut down and killed he counted at least thirty of them staying here, including women and some children as well.
Those of which he had no intention of hurting at all, but if it came to it he would disable them if need be, only because he had no interest in becoming a murderer of innocent lives even if they probably had done the opposite thing to others.
He would cast blame when the time came for it, right now though his main focus was finding the storage room, while Simon eyed the watch tower. It was well around two stories tall, and made of wood as well, it was on the other side of the encampment, however they couldn't see them thanks to they positioning of the tower and how they choose their approach.
In addition the gate was near by, on the other side of the encampment as well, near the tower so they could see whom comes in through the front door more or less. The guards up in the tower were not very attentive, most seemingly guessing no one would dare attack a stronghold of orcs, however they looked around occasionally.
In addition their were only two guards up there, so if need be they could find some way of sneaking past them if they wanted to go in through the front, but his idea involved a less direct approach to entering and exiting the camp. Ensuring they didn’t end up dying here, but there was plenty more to plan now that they had a rough guess for what to do next.
Next Ricter spotted the main building in the middle, as well as a building off to the side, one looked like the storage room he had spotted not too long ago from a distance. While it seemed like a simple building, it was tall and similar to the main house in the middle of the village, showing that it was made for something other than just a big apartment building of some kind.
It was only one story tall, additionally, he noticed a few orcs leaving the building while one seemed to be bringing in meat from a dead deer into the building before leaving empty handed. With that building marked the only place left was the house in the middle, made of wood of course but nicer than the tents and huts that were around it.
It was probably the leaders home that was for sure, however he had no interest in going there, mostly because he knew full well that fighting him would probably not work out. At least not till he got his broad sword, all he needed was one touch and he’d be back to normal, or at least as ‘normal’ as he can be when it came to his natural body.
In the mean time all he could do now was plan out their actions and what to do after they had gotten what they were after. Poking Simon, he would whisper to the rodent. “Alright I think I have an idea on what to do now. Lets back off for the time being and head back once its night time.”
The rodent silently agreed to his advice, understanding that attacking now while it was still around midday was probably a bad idea, especially after two or three hours from when they had gotten attacked. It would make them showing up all too predictable, granted they did kinda leave them for dead, at least Ricter that is, for Simon though he was kind of just left on the ground.
Either way the two would soon slip away form the wall, leaving the camp for now and setting up their own plot to storm the encampment. The night would come around not too long after, surely it would take a lot of waiting but the two had established a full game plan for what to do.
First, they would go about storming the same side of the wall, vaulting over the wall and making their way to the storage room. After looking around they could grab the sword, and flowers if they found them. After that they leave immediately afterwards, which would be a lot easier if they managed to gain the weapon they sought after.
The plan didn’t involve fighting, but with the guns on Simons back and the sword at Ricters hip they were prepared for it.
With the cover of night the mission would begin, the orcs had lanterns and maybe 3 or so guards walking around patrolling the area. Luckily with their previous scouting they had found out what paths they seemed to enjoy taking, and how they tended to guard the camp.
Mostly in a manner that was very predictable, probably because no one dared to really storm a camp of this size when it was full of orcs, but they seemed civilized enough to make sure certain holes in their defenses were covered.
Coming up to the side of the wall again Simon would look around while Ricter would cover their tail ends, the rodent would look to Ricter and nod as the mustelid did the same. Getting down on one knee Riccter would cup his hands together low as Simon placed his foot on his hands and braced himself on the stoats shoulders.
Soon he would be tossed up around two or so feet into the air more than what he could normally do, allowing him enough jumping distance to reach the top of the log wall, grabbing hold as much as they possibly could while it was raining.
Taking out a dagger Simon would stab it into the wood and from there begin climbing the wall, scaling it before dropping down over the other side once they managed to get over the top side. Ricter would follow behind him soon enough, not needing much of a boost as he used the deep gashes in the wood from Simons dagger to climb upwards.
Creating an effective climbing wall in a way, but he also dropped down on the other side with him, as the two looked around they could see things more clearly. Their was around 12 or so tents and huts for probably the normal residents here.
In addition, there was a wooden building in the center, the chiefs hut, and a storage room that was for all manner of things probably given that from memory they stored food here and their was no other buildings besides the watch tower.
But their main goal was that storage room, and so they would begin to silently walk in that direction, the rain made it easy to mask everything they were doing, they could more or less run and still not be heard even though their foot steps splattered mud and water with each step they took.
One moving to the large building they stopped, the lights were still one, which was the same for most of the huts too, but in this case they had to guess someone was inside of here. But they had come prepared, at least enough to warrant some praise.
Coming on one side of the building they had perfect vision of the door from here with out being seen thanks to the darkness. The door way was more or less just a wooden frame, however it was able to be mostly seen through by the upper half being made out of nothing.
It was made to double as a merchants counter, which built into their advantage as Simon moved forward and stayed low to the ground. Once he was next to the door he would place what seemed like a sack filled with something on the counter.
Making enough noise with it that someone inside could hear and see what was plopped there, a simple burlap sack. Inside two orcs would be working to organize the mess of items they had looted form the previous week, moving barrels, clothing items, and even life stock to different sections of the room.
One turned though and noticed someone placed an item on the doors counter, “Hm? How the hell did I miss that one?” One would say, he was large and green in color, same for most orcs as their tusks came out on the sides of their lips. In addition he wore simple clothing, similar to that of a peasant.
His friend, a female orc, would snicker as she noticed the bag too and played it off as something else, “Your always bad at organizing anything around here, you’d forget were your eyes were if they were in your head already.”
The female laughed, she wore a simple shirt as well, being just as large as her male companion her hair was tied into a pony tail. Black as night, while her body held the familiar look of green as well, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary for her as she lifted up a barrel and carried it to a corner of the room.
The male orc would grumble and roll his eyes, walking over to the bag and soon reaching out for it, just as Simon and Ricter noticed the arm Simon would jump up on the counter while Ricter would Grab at the arm, jumping in through the window as well while effectively tackling the large Orc to the ground in his surprised state.
Mean while Simon tucked his body in and rolled into the room, scanning it with his eyes as he held his rifle at the ready, once he saw the female orc he pointed it at her and spoke.
“Hands up!”
Making her pause before complying once it seemed Ricter had his blade pointed at the orc on his back now, keeping them pinned with the threat of killing them if they choose to do anything. Yet, the male would speak up once his mind processed they were being jumped by two furry creatures.
“Who the hell are you two? Look, we don't want any trouble, just take what you need and leave.”
He seemed to speak in a begrudgingly manner, but at the same time he feared they were just here to kill them and take ll their things. Which wasn’t the case at all, at least for Ricter given he wasn’t so blood thirsty to kill possible civilians.
He would say nothing though, even more so he would gesture to Simon, he would get the idea and soon the weasel got up off the orc and allow Simon to point his gun towards him. “Get up slowly and walk over to your friend.” His instructions were simple, and so the orc would comply and get up slowly.
As this was happening Ricter was looking through the many items here, most having branding on contains and the like, most looked exclusively stolen. But as the two orcs were held at gun point with their hands raised Ricter would ask a question after inspecting the building.
“I’d like to ask you both a question, have you seen a bag full of white flowers in it, as well as a sword?”
The pair would stay silent, making Simon antsy and pointing the rifle at one of their heads as the male would speak up on that. “Yeah, a bag of flowers, its uh in the herbs section. Over there.” He gestured with his head, to the middle of the room more or less in a messy pile of gear and items.
Squinting Ricter walked over and began shuffling through the items now, finding all manner of loot, but he wasn't interested in taking it, even if it was stolen. While he was searching the messy pile of loot the female orc would growl, throwing words his way.
“You’ll never make it out of here alive! Do you know who your trying to steal from? This is the orc band of Ma’tok The Destroyer, once the guards realize somethings up you and your little friend here will be dead before morning!” The woman seemed to have a mix of pride and fear in saying this mans name, as if she both respected the power and feared it to some degree.
Making Ricter pause but he kept up his scrounging while Simon would try to keep her voice down, “Shut up, your precious leader stole something from us and we plan on getting it back.”
The woman would quirk a brow, smirking, “Stealing back from the thieves, huh? I don't know what was taken from you but we need them way more than you both do. Just a sword and a bag of herbs? How common are those things that you need them this desperately.”
Simon seemed flabbergasted by her elitism. “What? Its ours, what the hell do you mean you need it more. By the looks of it you’ve stolen from probably hundreds of people, and probably killed them too!”
The woman frowned, mean while the man tried to get her to stop talking with a light shove but she persisted. “We do what we need to do to survive, you have no idea what horrors our leader has gone through, what they had to do to ensure we lived. How much fighting we had to do just to stay alive, you have no right to question what we have to do as a necessity!”
Simon fell silent on this, it was horrible logic to some however he could relate to some degree, as a rat that grew up in a mafia like life style he was burdened with doing things he wasn’t proud of just to survive. Even before he was the one running everything he was a lot like them, fighting everyone to survive, beating off enemies that cropped up and trying to ensure he lived to see the next day.
Was that Ma’toks plan? To lead his tribe into a better situation by taking from the land? It was a controversial way of doing it, but not unlike what he was used too doing when he was head of a criminal organization. This pause could be noticed by both orcs as one would almost step forward however Simon snapped back and pointed his rifle at both again.
“Keep back!”
They complied and groaned as Ricter finally fished out something, it was the bag with all the collected flowers, luckily they didn’t wither easily. “I got the bag, but I searched that entire pile and didn’t find anything related to a sword.”
They were in the right place it seemed, however in looking around the storage room he would actually notice that they held no weapons here at all. At most they had farming equipment, but that was it. However this would draw a laugh from the woman in the room, as if he said a joke but Ricter missed his own punchline, causing him to wonder what was going on.
“If you looking for a sword your going to have to go to the armory, which is right outside, next to the chiefs home. If you want your death to be swift then go on ahead, it will be a treat to see what happens to you after you try.”
Of course this couldn’t be all according to plan, there was always something to mix up how they plotted out this entire thing. Now they had a choice, they could simply leave the two here and try to get into the armory themselves, or one of them had to watch the two which Simon would look over to Ricter as he could tell he was thinking now.
“Its fine, I can handle it here, you go and find it, but if things go south I’ll be out to help you.” The rodent said with a smirk, which caught Ricter by surprise but he smiled back to him.
“Alright, thanks Simon. If I mess up I’m sure you’ll hear it.”
“Ha, true. Good luck.”