Orcs, Day 10
Barrk, Camp Cook and Doctor to the Orcish army, had now been given an additional duty: master of the kennels. He spent his morning walking up and down making sure the hellhounds were fed and watered (they needed a lot of water, because most of it turned to steam before these unnatural abominations could drink it). In the afternoon, one dog escaped the enclosure and set fire to several tents in the camp, and nobody else was willing to lend him a hand in recapturing the mad thing.
As the sun set, various impalers & cavalrymen, plus an extremely fat shaman, came to Barrk and demanded food for themselves and their steeds, which he had been too busy to prepare earlier. Finally, after dealing with the culinary crisis and a few hunting injuries, the overworked and exhausted Barrk made his way to the tent belonging to Crullock, an old shaman, friend and mentor. This time he had a special request for the wisened orc, whose vast knowledge and experience made him most a most unusual specimen of his race.
"Friend, I did 'ave an 'orrible time with the dogs today, and 'oped you might give me some of your knowledge to 'elp," Barrk requested, as he set down the usual five bottles of dwarven bitter ale on the old fellow's oak table, and pushed one towards Crullock.
Crullock smiled wistfully and said he had just the thing, leaving and then returning with a book from his large travelling library, which looked much battered and weathered, as they all did.
"Your reading skills have improved greatly, and so I hope you will be able to make use of this tome, lad," he said as he handed over the book, which Barrk grabbed eagerly and stared at with wide, fascinated eyes. The younger orc began to trace the letters of the cover with his finger, slowly and unsteadily pronouncing the words as he went.
"How... to train... your hellhound..."
Post edited February 07, 2018 by Tafferwocky