[Draelmar Hold] 2nd Regiment Command Post (correspondance/planning)

[Valence]

ooc: Ok will do.

ic: Valence nodded to the giant and said "If anything sir I would like to train in halberd and I could only dream of commanding that many soldiers." He then stood up and saluted. He turned around and walked out of the tent towards some other soldiers.

[Grak]

Kelendyras 30, Winter, Era XV

It had taken the orc a while to find his way to the fort and indeed he had never intended to go there at all. Combat drew him, the contention of mighty armies allowing him a freedom of movement that he might not otherwise have enjoyed. Still though he had got lost, following along the edges of the mountains, his mind confused by the transitions.

He'd intended to find the fighting and to throw himself into the glory of combat, but it had proved harder than he'd expected. It was hard to move through the land of the living. Memories were fragmented, some places seemingly familiar only to forget how to move on to the next place. He drifted for a while fighting the course that drew him but then eventually he gave into it and allowed himself to be drawn. When he saw it, he knew why it had brought him. An army sat there, an army of the enemy waiting for him, for him to drown them in their own blood, to feast on their corpses.

He'd learnt though that it was hard to interact with the physical. The ability that allowed him to drift through the wall and into the compound as the darkening settled over the keep also prevented him from using the battle axe that he still clutched in his black hands. He wandered the camp, vaguely understanding what he saw but some things did come through. One of those things was the guarded tent, a tent whose walls were no obstacle.

He walked through the canvas and stopped, stunned for a moment by the unexpected size of the commander. The room chilled with his presence, not that he noticed for cold wasn't something that bothered him any more. A giant though wasn't going to cause an orc to back down even in life and Grak longed to sweep his axe through it's neck. He stepped forward, unlimbering his axe, tusks glinting. Now would his revenge start!

[Steve]

Grak

The Orc had been tired by his arduous journey. Having been lost, he was confused as well as tired.

It was hard to move about the land of the living. Memories were not only fragmented, but those memories added to his confusion. He managed to stumble onto the Second Regiment Command Post. When he saw it, his expectations soared. He intended to destroy these individuals, to drown them in their own blood, to feast on their corpses.

Tasad and Valeraen

Tasad was looking in right direction and saw an Orc walk into the tent, seemingly stepping through from within the fabric of the tent. He was bewildered and confused by this sudden and seemingly supernatural appearance.

Valeraen did not notice that the Orc simply walked though the fabric of the tent but he was amazed at the sudden appearance of an Orc among them.

Grak was a Orc, a bit strange in appearance but the matter at hand was that Grak, with his tusks glinting, was reaching for his Axe as he proceeded toward Valeraen.

Eyvind

Eyvind could not see Grak, even if he looked right at where the Orc was.

Valence

Valence already left the tent but he saw the Orc walk into the fabric of the tent from outside and disappear within it.

[Veleraen]

Vel is no longer in the war and was never in Sheria, sorry for the screw up, but I am no longer participating.