Twenty years after Quest for a Beard 11. Deep in the fortress of Crand the Orc
About this creation
Crand was talking with Kargin and the dreaded assassin Yricyn.
Crand: I say we attack the Lonely Mountain to destroy the Dwarf who cut off my hand.
Kargin: Crand, you know right well that the Dwarf is dead. My most trusted accomplice killed him twenty years ago.
Yricyn: Yes my Lord, the man who killed him reported to me and I assure you, the Dwarf is no more.
Crand began to walk out but stopped and looked back.
Crand: Then ready the army. We march tomorrow. The Dark Lord wants that Mountain to give to one of them Nazgul.
The other two didn't utter a word until Crand was safely out of hearing.
Yricyn: What now?
Kargin: The first step is complete. The next we'll wait for. Crand'll be sleepin' tonight, then we pounce.
Later that day, Crand lay in his bed preparing his mind for the battle that would happen in a few short hours.
Kargin crept quietly into his commander's chambers.
The Orc drew his long black knife and moved silently closer to the bed.
Suddenly, Crand grabbed his sword and lunged toward Kargin.
Kargin side-stepped, avoiding the blow intended for him and jabbed his knife into his former leader's back.
Kargin: You are weak, and blind with ideas of vengeance. You want but revenge on the Dwarf for your weak hand. I desire more. I want the Mountain to be my own dominion.
Kargin pulled the knife out with a jerk and left the late Crand in his puddle of blood.
Kargin returned to the meeting-room where Yricyn was waiting.
Yricyn: Success?
Kargin: Step two is complete. Tomorrow we march for the Mountain. The time of the Orc has come again!