[b][u]The Forest[/u][/b] (4 hours later)

          Ishmael took the lead shoving the prisoner forward as he did so. He watched the man as they moved. He only prayed there would be no more distractions for awhile and for awhile there was just that,... peace. All that can be heard as the coming darkness of night came and the light of a cresent moon gave light to their path. Ishmael looked to the group to check on their status. If they were going to keep moving they might need to rest soon.  His thoughts however where interrupted with a spear. The spear did not him or anyone in the group except one. The prisoner fell forward as the large spear had pierced through and out the other side hitting the dirt behind him. He prisoner hung in place and began to slide down the spear. 

        Ahead of the group was a form standing upon a rather large dog. To be exact it wasn't a dog. It was a warg, the orc on top of it was a orc scout. The orc was not heavily armored. He wore what could be seen as chain mail. The orc pulled out a long sword and was going to charge until something stopped him. He began to here a noise being shouted out in the distance. Ishmael had also began to look around with his sword drawn. He was not too happy with their prisoner gone. This scout must either be for the bandits or a tribe somewhere else. Ceceria drew her daggers and was preparing herself as well but even she titled her head at the sound.

    "What the hell is that?" She said and Ishmael turned to face her shrugging. Soon the rustling of the forest could be heard as small sapplings and bushes were being pushed out of the way. A voice came out clearer and clearer each second. The voice calling out...

 "mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine!" Until finally it leaped from the darkness of the forest. It was just as large as the orc but seemed to have some sort of fur sowed to its armor. It's visage unable to be seen as it slammed into the orc on top tackling him. It then rose up quick lifting its large ax. The light of the moon catching the side of his face revealing a orc that had a large scar across his face and a chipped tooth. Some of the group would recognize something on the orc. The pelt he used to cover his armor resembled a creature that they had ran into four hours ago. As the ax rose up high the orc below him rose its arms up.

  "Please no you would not kill your own kin now will you?!" He asked and the scarred orc just simply smirked. 

"My kin never cared for me so why should I care for it...." He sad and the axe came down parting the other orcs skull. Gorgamesh then saw the warg was about to turn and claw at him. Its head close enough for what he would do next. He swung his helmeted head forward smashing it into its face causing it to reel back and hop away. One of its teeth hitting the dirt path. The orc stepped down on his first kill and yanked his axe out as the warg began to recover from the daze. It charged forward and the orc charged it and then slammed the steel shaft forward nailing the warg again in the face. When the warg looked back at him to retaliate it felt the axe hit the side of its head. The rest of its body went limp. The only thing keeping its head from hitting the floor was the orcs axe. Gorgamesh yanked the axe free blood splattering against his face and armor. He then stared down at the warg raising a hand up to his chin. He was trying to figure out how he would hall it off so he could cook it and eat it. Then again... he shrugged I got jerky off my last kill so I don't need to. He then looked to the other orc and began checking the orc's head and fitting his fingers through the hole he created with his axe. He sighed and rose up. "Hmm... no trophy out of that one."

   Ishmael did not know how to react to the scene. Some unknown orc just came running out yelling out his ownership of his two latest kills and is now checking the bodies over. He then noticed the pelt and then looked over to Ceceria and then Daniel. That was one less were wolf the world would have to deal with. Ceceria just rose a brow smirking with a little... "Heh..." What a peculiar orc. Daniel was a bit scared of the whole situation and then looked to the dead prisoner and then to Ishmael.... "What now?... that man was our lead to the bandit's hideout...." He said and Ishmael simply sighed and shrugged. "Perhaps he might know where it is." He suggested and Ishmael sighed. Might as well ask. "You there,.... by chance do you know where the bandit hide out is located for the black moon clan?" He asked.

     The orc looked over at them and took in their questions. "Know bandit camp?.... maybe" He said and looked to be in deep thought. He then nodded slamming his fist into his palm. "Alright yes I do,... me show you,  come come me show you." He said and swung his axe so that the shaft rested on his shoulder and began to lead them. Ishmael sighed. His horse then began to move along.

[b][u]The Mountain Fortress[/u][/b]

 Nova was fast asleep on the cold floor of the castle dungeon. She was having a sweet dream and the vampire walked in and crouched brushing her hair away from her face. Such a beautiful flower she was. So so so beautiful. You are mine now,... all mine. Forget the idea of going back to that horrid city. Stay with me as my possession.