Post by Faclan on Apr 14, 2015 15:04:12 GMT
Bakal - Striped Gnoll Caszidar
Northern Eastern Plains
Sneaky sneaky
The Hoomans were becoming more aggressive, daring to leave there fortified coastal base and move inland more frequently and with less guards. Each day it seemed as if they were getting more bold - and it was becoming quiet a chore for the Orcs and the Gnolls to be ready for cleaving them in the face or for a sneaky ambush. Depended on the species of the attack party really.
But with challenges and chores came opportunities for those who would seek them out.
The smallish Orc encampment had been looked over a few times by Bakal, from each and every side to establish guard patterns and items of worth. It was far enough from the Coast to not be under immediate threat from the Hoomans should a party leave the base. So surely they didn't need all that shiny armor? Or all those pointy arrows?
Of course not.
Rubbing his paws together in anticipation of using that armor and those arrows to combat the Humans and the Orcs...should the need arise only of course, Bakal watched carefully as one of the smaller Orcs took a large swig of his drink then moved from his post to continue around the camp. While the Gnolls are Orcs were in an allaince of course and he could probably just walk in there and request the items, there was no fun in that. And the striped Gnoll would do a lot of things before he went and asked the damned Orcs for something that the Gnolls couldn't do. So with the lane open the poacher quickly darted from his hiding spot and enter the encampment proper. Keeping low and with his ears on a swivel as he headed for the armory - ready to bolt if needed but without weapons out as he skulked through the camp.
Northern Eastern Plains
Sneaky sneaky
The Hoomans were becoming more aggressive, daring to leave there fortified coastal base and move inland more frequently and with less guards. Each day it seemed as if they were getting more bold - and it was becoming quiet a chore for the Orcs and the Gnolls to be ready for cleaving them in the face or for a sneaky ambush. Depended on the species of the attack party really.
But with challenges and chores came opportunities for those who would seek them out.
The smallish Orc encampment had been looked over a few times by Bakal, from each and every side to establish guard patterns and items of worth. It was far enough from the Coast to not be under immediate threat from the Hoomans should a party leave the base. So surely they didn't need all that shiny armor? Or all those pointy arrows?
Of course not.
Rubbing his paws together in anticipation of using that armor and those arrows to combat the Humans and the Orcs...should the need arise only of course, Bakal watched carefully as one of the smaller Orcs took a large swig of his drink then moved from his post to continue around the camp. While the Gnolls are Orcs were in an allaince of course and he could probably just walk in there and request the items, there was no fun in that. And the striped Gnoll would do a lot of things before he went and asked the damned Orcs for something that the Gnolls couldn't do. So with the lane open the poacher quickly darted from his hiding spot and enter the encampment proper. Keeping low and with his ears on a swivel as he headed for the armory - ready to bolt if needed but without weapons out as he skulked through the camp.