[center]Dragontail Mountains[/center]
[center]9th of Sun's Height, 4E 205[/center]
The recently crowned king of Orsinium, Gogron gro-Shargakh stood on his study leaning against the window. It was a starless night as he looked in the direction of Hammerfell, he wouldn't admit it but he was tense about the future. His predecessor had stoked their people's appetite for war and bloodshed, and now he was sending their troops to attack their old enemy, the Redguards; he didn't knew if the fury he felt was from thinking of those who had contributed to Orsinium's destruction three times or if it was by remembering his predecessor Burkash "Malacath damn his soul" He muttered angrily, he had checked the plan a dozen times and it was a sound one; make as much damage as possible and then retreat to the mountains were a counterattack from Hammerfell would be ineffectual, but still he felt tense.

He breathed in the cold night air to calm his nerves, there was nothing that could be done now. The first troops -a scouting party- would arrive tomorrow and shortly after that would do the rest of the main force. Yet, he still disliked the plan, Burkash had never taken into consideration that Hammerfell could call upon their old allies -the Breton's of High Rock- to attack them once again; which brought him to his next problem, based on what little information he had gathered pointed to the legitimate heir of High Rock being dead. This presented him with an opportunity, civil war was obviously going to occur -which would weaken the kingdom- and so it would obviously stop Hammerfell to being able to count on High Rock's full strength if they asked for their help in attacking Orsinium but he could also take advantage of the situation and support one of the contenders for the throne he could secure himself an ally in them. 

That had been one of the reason's he had deposed Burkash, the former king of Orsinium -in his opinion- didn't had the capacity to be a good leader. How could you expect to be a good leader if you couldn't resolve a conflict that was of such importance as that of the spirituality of your people with nothing but violence. After all most great leaders in the history of Tamriel had been able to successfully balance being conquerors and diplomats. HE sighted, realizing that there was nothing that could be done save to try and do his best so that his people could have a secure future that wouldn't banish into the air and went to the shrine of Malacath to pray to the Daedra Prince that his followers would find victory in battle against the hated foe.

[center]Hammerfell-Orsinium border[/center]
[center]10th of Sun’s Height, 4E 205[/center]
General Carzog gro-Marad stood on a small encampment, his group was only a scouting one and they had been sent to do a quick analysis of what spots would be the most destructive to attack. He knew however that they not-so-small group would attract attention. He awaited impatiently for that moment, to be able to finally make the people of Hammerfell pay for the many times they had scattered the orc people to the four winds and though this attack hadn't that objective, Carzog had to take what he could in this life. If he was honest with himself, when the old king Burkash was deposed he feared that the new king would call off the attack, but to his great delight that hadn't happened; truly Malacath must have given his blessing to this enterprise, for how it could be explained that a king who had defied the previous one in matters such as those regarding the very essence of Malacath had followed on such a plan? Maybe the new king's ideas held some merit after all.

It was in this state that he was found by one of the scouts of the group "Carzog, sir" Said a young orc, Azuk was his name, as he snapped a salute, a chest-bump, which he returned shortly after "What is it Azuk?" Asked the older orc as he leaned against a tree, spiked war-hammer rested against a nearby rock "It's the Redguard sir, they seem to be sending an envoy" Said Azuk, slightly nervous. Zarzog remained silent for a few seconds, tapping his tusk with his index finger as he did so "We'll do nothing" He said, a savage grin on his face "For now" He finished the sentence, taking the hammer and giving it an experimental spin on his hand "Meanwhile, split the men and have half of them hide themselves nearby" He said as he rested the weapon again "The other half will stay with me to act as some sort of guard and to deceive them into complacency, if things go well we'll trick them and say that we got lost during some exercises and that were were coming here to buy some supplies" He said, savage grin still on his face "Then, we will do that and turn away for a few days, we are ahead by some time so we have to spare, and then we'll make a surprise attack and if things don't work we kill them" HE said and then watched as half of his party hid themselves, he then sat and began polishing his weapon as he wait for the Hammerfell envoys.