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Alby47The Mustaqilun Tribe [Turn 7]
The concept of throwing knives wasn't new to Rukdug; In the past he had seen them be employed by and against his kind on the field of battle to various degrees of success. He had even used them occasionally himself. Figuring out the secrets of the throwing star might have taken him longer than he would have liked, but attributed the delay on both the various problems that had arisen for Riverforge as a whole, as well as its outlandish design.
The joy of figuring out one of the puzzles of this new land with the discovery of a new short to mid ranged weapon was like-wised short lived.
With the loss of the hunting parties sent out to gather goats and the return of three of his people with a message, the Warchief found himself in a situation where there was only one way forward. Of there were choices to be made for sure, but following them to their logical conclusions made it clear that at best it would simply continue this siege as is... and they simply weren't in a position to do so. They could mine, but they had no way of processing the ore they dug up since whatever was besieging them was making any party he sent out of the fortress disappear... or into the mines for that matter.
Since he couldn't organize the fortress to be productive, that left far to many idle orcs trapped within its walls... talking and thinking about the situation. Boredom and hopelessness were dangerous viruses that had lead to the downfall of Warchiefs in the past, a path he had no intention of following. This meant that he was going to have to do the most stupidly brave thing he had ever done in his life; Go down to the river and meet with those that had been besieging them alone. He was going armed, less because he believed it would do him any good if this indeed turned out to be an ambush but because he knew that there were dangerous animals that roamed the land.
However, before he left he gathered together all his captains and gave them a very clear instructions; Until he returned, with the exception of those positions that were vital to Riverforge staying alive such as guard duty or tending to the boars, all idle orcs were to undergo military training. They had grown somewhat soft since making the trip across the sea and since they were currently unable or unwilling to make the fortress more operational, they were going to be reminded of their militant roots. He left exactly how the training was going to be organized to his captains, but he stressed that he wanted everyone kept so busy that they wouldn't have time to sit down and mope.
Children would be given a somewhat more basic form of training, largely to see what they already knew while helping them develop the basic skills needed to survive in combat should the time come, as well as to help them understand where their people had come from; They were going to be blessed with choices about who they were going to be that their parents and ancestors never had, free to become something that wasn't just another gear of the Dark One's war machine... but they would still understand how to defend themselves and fight to secure their place in the world.
With instructions given, Rukdug went down to the river alone. His one solace was that he suspected that if the beings he was going to meet had actually wanted him dead they would have killed him in his sleep by now.