[x] The southern passes, most often used by the enemies of Sauron.
The southern passes are known to all orc's as good hunting grounds. Even if it was known to be a hard fight, the treasure one could get from here was much. So it wasn't uncommon for the stronger hunting groups gathering on the southern passes. They would attack travelers such as dwarves and elves, sometimes even men. With enough strong orcs, you could almost always win against anything the travelers had, you had to wait for the right moment. This was known to all orcs far and wide, so you knew it also.
This was what lead to this odd situation you mused as you stared down at the orc party below you, closer to the actual pass. You had stumbled over them yesterday when they started gathering, apparently to fall onto a group of travelers you had yet not seen. It was clear that they were all eager to finally strike. All their preparations were done under your nose without them even noticing your group. The reason you had camp high above the pass had been that it a hidden cave Grashki had known that provide better protection from the elements. Now it gave you the best position to ambush the ambushers.
"What ya think they are waiting for?" Grashki asked, his face was eager to close the trap finally. Búbhosh-Ghâsh had been right, Grashki really loved the hunt, and one could see it. He loved every moment of this right now and wanted to end the hunt.
"A group of travelers or maybe a caravan? Don't know." You answer as you peer down at the orcs that had gathered. Most of them looked like Goblins and Snaga, but a few big fellows from Gundabad were also among them and in charge. "But I think we don't need to wait any longer. Their, the scouts have returned any they go into position."
As usual, the Snaga had been the scout's, Goblins not being that good on the surface or outside of their tunnels. Below you, the ambush party was starting to hiding, using any rock or other covers they could find to hid themselves. Soon enough, you heard other voices drift along with the wind that wasn't of the right, orcish nature, but the twisted tongue of elves. Their disgusting, melodic, and dull voice's made you grimace. Why did it have to be elves?
The elves, even if rumor tells it, don't seem to know the ambush is theirs. So that means you've to follow your orders. You look at Grashki, who returns your look and give him the orders …
[ ] "Let's get this over now."
[ ] "Let's wait until they almost reached the ambush point."
[ ] "Let them walk into the ambush when they attack, so will we."
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