Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150615234235/@comment-5543592-20150618035925

Tiberius did as commanded, quite adept at remaining hidden himself, and crept into the bushes.

"Falkreath is just east of here, General.  Can we attack?"

"No." Said Krul, sitting on a crate, casually skinning an onion with a wicked looking knife. The Orcs had set up camp around a fire in the middle of a clearing. They used no bedrolls or tents, nor had they bother to set up any fortifcations. They simply slept on top of their weapons, and feared no enemy.

"But there are men there!  It is unguarded!  We haven't had meat in days, Krul.  I need meat..."

"No." Said Krul again. not even sparing the Orc a glance.

"Krul-"

"Shut up.  Kublai's," the Orcs actually gasped at the use of the name, "order is to sit here.  We sit."

The Orsimer warriors shifted uncomfortably. You were not supposed to use the Great One's true name. Ever. And Kurl knew that. Knew it would get them to quiet down.

If only for a bit.

"Krul..." The whining went on.