Post by lloydturquoise on Dec 28, 2017 20:25:22 GMT
West of Aedakfaesten
Taas Mokonaaha stared back at the orcs as he trot his horse past them. The subetman and his compliment of chaincoats, moving quickly from the gaggle of orc settlers, worn and tired. Orc children sitting on their wagon stuffed with supplies and covered with cloth.
In their journey across the steppe, the Viikhalaks had listened to behests and comments of craithians. Around isolated camps among the grass, they told them that they should return to the empire. That it was simply heathen to interact with these devils, worse still, to seek out the leadership of these wretched invaders. Taas didn't see any invaders though.
True, he had seen the odd militia of orcs, ramshackle and stubborn on the bleeding edge of their frontier. Though, the majority of these orcs were small farmsteaders or ranchers, spread out long and winding across the plains. It was also their manner. Orcs of their west fear Viikhalaks because they are men, these orcs seemed to hold more stock in faith and gods, and Taas knew all too well that they could talk about it!
Many times, a missionary, of some interpretation of the Aed, would stumble upon their camp and preach. As if these chaincoats were simple goat herders on the edge of the world. There were those who played the guest, who would offer to trade and who politely, achieved ultimately nothing. Then there were the ones who shouted and raved, pointed and spoke ill of Dydor, and still achieved nothing.
That land had subsided though. As they drew closer to the settlement of eastern orcs, the red helm of Viikhalaka was raised. They stiffened their backs and pushed their horses, so they would breath heavy and blow fiercely against any orc who'd dare stop them.
Through the slits of their helmets and around their neck plates, the chaincoats looked and studied everything. How the outskirts of the settlement were laid, what the people looked like, if they seemed well fed or malnourished. How many of these eastern orcs carried arms and of what fashion.
Then there was the reason Subetman Mokonaaha had been sent. Not to strike a treaty or a protocol with these eastern orcs. But an agreement, or, for the more orthodox of dydorists, an understanding.
Taas Mokonaaha stared back at the orcs as he trot his horse past them. The subetman and his compliment of chaincoats, moving quickly from the gaggle of orc settlers, worn and tired. Orc children sitting on their wagon stuffed with supplies and covered with cloth.
In their journey across the steppe, the Viikhalaks had listened to behests and comments of craithians. Around isolated camps among the grass, they told them that they should return to the empire. That it was simply heathen to interact with these devils, worse still, to seek out the leadership of these wretched invaders. Taas didn't see any invaders though.
True, he had seen the odd militia of orcs, ramshackle and stubborn on the bleeding edge of their frontier. Though, the majority of these orcs were small farmsteaders or ranchers, spread out long and winding across the plains. It was also their manner. Orcs of their west fear Viikhalaks because they are men, these orcs seemed to hold more stock in faith and gods, and Taas knew all too well that they could talk about it!
Many times, a missionary, of some interpretation of the Aed, would stumble upon their camp and preach. As if these chaincoats were simple goat herders on the edge of the world. There were those who played the guest, who would offer to trade and who politely, achieved ultimately nothing. Then there were the ones who shouted and raved, pointed and spoke ill of Dydor, and still achieved nothing.
That land had subsided though. As they drew closer to the settlement of eastern orcs, the red helm of Viikhalaka was raised. They stiffened their backs and pushed their horses, so they would breath heavy and blow fiercely against any orc who'd dare stop them.
Through the slits of their helmets and around their neck plates, the chaincoats looked and studied everything. How the outskirts of the settlement were laid, what the people looked like, if they seemed well fed or malnourished. How many of these eastern orcs carried arms and of what fashion.
Then there was the reason Subetman Mokonaaha had been sent. Not to strike a treaty or a protocol with these eastern orcs. But an agreement, or, for the more orthodox of dydorists, an understanding.
