A World of Danger: Part One

[Mathron]

OOC: I will have a few posts like this, detailing actions of the villains. These are not add ons to my characters - just posts to keep the story rolling, and develop plot.

As the wolves were watching, the camp was certainly not mobilizing. Most rested asleep within their bunks, or sat up late playing with dice and cards. A few kept silent watch around the site, weapons drawn and eyes hard as they watched for trouble.

But in the center of the camp, in the captain's tent, more was going on. The tent was lit by a single candle, its flame flickering hesitantly in the breeze that blew throughout the night. One figure stood near the back of the tent, arming weapons about his person, while a much larger figure loomed near the front.

"You know what to do?" The man asked. (Though over 6 feet, the other figure still topped him by a head.) The man's voice was rough and gravelly, as harsh as stone, and he didn't pause in his preperations as he spoke.

The massive figure nodded. "Yea, boss. You head off ta th' fortress tonight, and we started movin' out tommorow. Ya take care of ya own bus'ness, and we meet ya when we get ta Angband."

"Good. You are in charge of the camp, Kur. See to it the prisoners are escorted back without trouble."

The half-ogre leered and said, "I make sure they huv a nice trip on th' way, hur hur."

Slowly, the other figure turned about, meeting Kur's gave and quieting his laughter. "You will make sure they arrive, untouched. Move them as quickly as possible, but don't entertain any private fun that could delay things. Do you understand?"

Stuttering in fear, Kur could only nod as the Wolf swept by him, and soon vanished into the night - unseen even by his own sentries. Yet though his namesakes, watching, did notice his departure, they knew not who he was, nor what it meant...