Therika's Bad Day

Ered Lithui

A HUGE cavern surrounds you, barely illuminated by torches on the walls. Around you caves stretch out in every direction...Orcs trample in and out from some of them, stranger looking creatures from others. This is where the bulk of Barad-dur's populous resides...right in the heart of Sauron's splendour!

Contents: Alec Grakhut Bear Skin Tent Therika War Wagons Quartermaster of Zaghbuurzob Temple of Burzum-Prakh Pulgorburzob Wagon Narthaug's Temple Wagon Vrismag's Dear Skin Tent Chief Miner's Wagon

Obvious exits: Out leads to Barad-dur.

Grakhut turns around and says "This is a natural cave.. Follow me NOW..."

Alec nods and follows Grakhut.

Grakhut goes out into Barad-dur.

Alec goes out into Barad-dur.

Therika rubs at her wrist, bandaged in a bloodied cloth.

Shagrat steps out of a wagon and glances immediately down at Therika. He chuckles coarsely to himself. "So, snaga. Where's your salute for your Captain?"

Therika lets out a low groan, and from her sitting position, at the same place she collapsed the night before, she looks up at Shagrat.

Shagrat stares down at the orc. "Well, snaga? Or does your attitude still need a little work? We're in Lugburz now. There'll be discipline, or heads will roll. Starting with yours, if need be."

Therika frowns, "I have good attitude, I didn't do anything wrong."

Shagrat growls. "I said salute, snaga. Or bow. Or show some other sign of cursed respect, before my patience and kindness run out."

Therika salutes, banging her unhurt arm against her chest, fist clenched, "Master..."

Therika looks rather pale for an orc, and not very happy at all.

Shagrat nods. "That's better. You'll make a soldier yet, I'll warrant. Now let's hear a report. What's been happening in the Holes? Who has been causing problems?"

Therika answers, her voice low and hoarse, "I was asleep. All I know is that the Ordainer was here, and that he healed someone that only had four fingers.

Shagrat grunts. "That's it eh? Good. You keep your eyes open. Report well and accurately, and we'll forget these little lapses of yours."

Therika nods feebly.

Dra-kar is hard at work on the wheels of the wagons....

Shagrat nods to Therika and steps over toward the cave entrance. "I have matters to attend to, snaga. Remember my words and your duties."

Therika nods, slowly getting to her feet.

Dra-kar gets a pail of grease, and starts to paint the joint points, of the wheels of a wagon....

Therika looks over to Dra-kar and frowns, before turning and going over to a pile of supplies, where she yells at the snaga who guards it, and chases him away.

Dra-kar finishes his work...and starts to put the pail of gress away...

Therika looks through the supplies, comming up with a jug of what must be some ale, and takes it, going off to hide under a wagon.

Uluri says, "Here now, Dog, be a good little soldier and bring me that jug"

Uluri calls down from his perched seat on the wagon wheel to Therika

Therika looks up at Uluri, cursing under her breath. She looks quite pale, her wrist wrapped in bloodied rags. She holds the jug close against herself, and glares.

Leesar galnces about the cavern. He sets his gaze onto the two snaga.

Uluri prudently waits a moment or two for Therika to gather her wits. When this clearly isn't happening, his brow furrows and he leans over to glare at the disobedient soldier

Uluri says, "Yes, I was talking to you"

Uluri says, "Bring that jug up here.. now"

Leesar goes out into Barad-dur.

Dra-kar cleans himself off, and moves over to the fire...

Therika steps forward to hand the jug up to Uluri, stumbling, as she does, almost striking the jug against the wheel, but managing to stop in time. She lifts the jug up, looking almost ready to cry.

Uluri yanks the jug away with a leer. "Why, THANK you Dog, I thought it might be high time for a lesson on rank. It is good to know this is not yet necessary."

Therika shrugs, and climbs under the wagon, cursing and muttering to herself.

Uluri sniffs to make sure the jug contains something palatable before guzzling down as much as he can in one gulp, wipes his mouth against an already filthy sleeve, then carelessly drops the jug to the ground in front of Therika

Therika reaches out from under the wagon, and grabs the jug, dragging it back with her.

Dra-kar gathers some wood and adds it to the dieing fire...

Uluri says, "Now then, buck up, little soldier, and tell Uluri what is troubling you. I hate to see our soldiers beat up, wounded, or flagging in spirit"