[Kruol Gaadish]

"Arrg! Stop!" barked Kruol and the worg slowed to a halt, catching its breath and aiming its stomach on the ground for some rest. "Here", he said tossing some ration at the animal. "Gods don't be so damn greedy", the orc barked again, laughing at the same time. The fiesty animal finished the meat as if it was elf bread and Kruol shook his head. "The road is long", he told the beast, "but we will have food soon." A crook, ugly grin formed on the Hammer's pig-like features. They were nearing enemy territory indeed. He gave the beast a few minutes to rest up as he walked around, allowing blood to reach his legs and groin again. He longed for yum-yum, maybe there are human whores at camp. Any whore will do.

Kruol then gave Arrg some water from his canteen, then took a drink himself. He was fairly familiar with the territory around Ire and knew where some streams were. He would need a refill after the morrow. Water was most important, any warrior knew that. To reach the source, they would need to ride.

For Orckon.

For Blood.

For Glory.

"Arrg!" The worg barked back and stood on its nasty legs again. Kruol hopped on, his hunched figure atop his nightmarish steed. "Go! Make fast! For yum-yum!"