3. Tharag

Tharag

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    Captain! Tharag squish nows?!

    The half orcs eyes were trained on his Captain, in the green and black plate of Bane. He didnt care really for the cause of the Zhents but he had respect and fear for the Zhents and especially the banites. They had given him a life to live, instead of working in a mine, they paid him to kill, which he would have done for free, but they didnt need to know that. Long ago they initiated him into the ranks of the church of Bane as a warrior of the faith.

    The Captain simply looked back at him with a grin on his face, his helmet under his arm he approached Tharag slowly, his hand always on his sword.

    Yes Tharag, time to squish all who oppose the Zhentarim and the Black Hand.

    The Captain replied casually.

    Tharag simply grinned as some drool slowly came from his mouth. He knew this is what he did best as he also knew he wasnt the smartest of people, so he simply listened and did exactly as he was told to do. He was good at what he did, as were the other dozen or so half orcs beside him.

    Alright boys, yous 'eard de Captain! We squish dem stoopid knights!

    No more incentive was needed for these men, the roars of bloodlust echoed across the field of battle as they charged forward. They would kill all of the knights or they would simply die. Either way didnt matter to them.

    Not many can stand without fear at a dozen charging half orcs, but these knights were trained well and were willing to gladly give thier lives, this would be no easy battle, but Tharag couldnt fail, failure meant a death that was even worse than one in battle, the banites knew how to make people sorry for failure.

    A charge went quick, the orcs charged, axes and scythes raised above them, the knights with thier lances. The moment the six knights and the dozen half orc collided, three of Tharags men and 2 knights died upon the weapons of thier enemies.

    As orcs slice with thier weapons and bite at the knights horses and the knights fight back with thier swords, the screams of death can be heard from animal, human and orc alike. But in the end, Tharag and his men were the victors. The knights lay dead, the orcs fed upon them and Tharag watched with a wicked grin on his face. Six orcs were a good price to pay for this victory.

    Tharag turned to see the Captain coming toward them….he stood and waited as he always did. Most imes the Captain would toss them all an ale, not his time. He simply watched the orcs and then his eyes centered on Tharag. His voice as casual as ever, even with all the death around them as he speaks.

    Time for you to go somewhere Tharag, you are needed elsewhere to spread the word of the Black Hand. Some gold and directions, written in orc for you, follow them to the letter, you know what failure means.

    The Captain tossed him a letter and a bag of gold, Tharag knew it was time to leave, time to serve elsewhere and as always, he would just do what he was told to do….so long as he had something to kill and feast upon.

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    Character: Tharag


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