Role

Chapter 10

Pleebert stood in Galadon, pushing her senses to see what prey were nearby
her. Hiding and whimpering in a guild not too far away was Mestrikia the
elven mage. Pleebert grinned to herself, gripping her weapons tightly in her
hands. This was a good chance for fresh adventurer Elf-blood, which was
usually rather rare to come by. Pleebert attempted to weaken the resolve of
Mestrikia, hoping that would taunt the frail Elf from his Guild, to no avail.


Then Pleebert did something that not many orcs are prone to do. She took a
moment, and thought. Rather than slamming herself up against his guild-guard,
she let her rage lay latent, just for a moment, to gather her thoughts. The
things that went through Pleebert's mind are as follows:

1) Mestrikia is stupid Elf.
2) Stupid Elf like dem stupid moral things.
3) If like morals more den own life, Pleebert need threaten morals.
4) So all Pleebert gotta do is guilt da Elf, by action and not words, ta
get him ta come out.

Pleebert, attempting to use her crude guile, told the Elf a single thing. "If
you not come out and accept yer death, me smash all da nice citizens of
Orcadon*".

Having sent the warning, Pleebert immediately ransacked citizens of the city.
Innocent travelers were cleaved in half. Poor puppies that were licking the
ground for food found their spines broker. Sad little girls suddenly had very
squashed heads. Gathering all of her bloody spoils, she threw them at the
entrance of the Elf's guild and began to walk away, thinking that she would
need to kill more before the Elf was provoked.

As Pleebert turned, a lightning bolt slammed in to her back. Grinning as her
skin began to crack from the energy strike, she turned to face the Mestrikia
the Elf invoker who had left his guild due to guilt. The following battle was
extremely quick and simple, and a corpse was at Pleebert's feet in moments.

This surprising victory over the Elf made Pleebert much more confident about
her intelligence. She was sure, now, that Tremblefist had named her Butcher
Girl for a reason. For the next few days she bragged about her conquest over
the Elf, citing that it was a perfect example of why Orcs are not only the
strongest, but the smartest race. Elves, too, can be broken - Just use their
morals against them.


*Orcadon - Orcadon is a common reference to Galadon by Orcs who frequent the
city. The phrase originated as a partial joke among Orc Tribesman over who
really ruled the city: The Magistrates or the Orcs. The answer was decided,
obviously, that Orcs ruled Galadon. Shortening the phrase to make it simple
to yell in people's faces, Orcs now simply refer to it as 'Orcadon'.