Part 8: Intermission: The best laid plans of orcs... always end in bloodshed

Intermission: The best laid plans of orcs... always end in bloodshed



: Bloodgut, something has come to my attention. Something serious.

: Chieftain?

: That Darkweaver fellow, he's been double-dealing us hasn't he? Sending us into the Deadmines, leaving us without ample troops to defend ourselves, and not sending assistance for our latest battle; something is amiss.

: Well, what do you propose we do about it? We're only a few days march from the human kingdom.

: We turn around, say we're picking up supplies from Blackrock. Instead, we deal with the necrolyte personally.



: What!? Do you really mean-?

: Yes, we attack Blackrock Spire directly. Break in the gates, charge in, and kill Darkweaver.

: Chieftain! That's suicide! We're already so close to the humans' seat of power! To give up a position like this-

: If we attack, we leave ourselves vulnerable to Darkweaver's magic. This is necessary for our complete victory.

: But what about Vilefeast? He'll never go for this. He loves Blackhand as if he were a father.

: Vilefeast has already been taken care of...


Earlier...



: Ughhh... Guard duty boring. No humans fight Vilefeast. Me want smash.

: Hey.



: Huh?

: Hey, um... err... YOU VILEFEAST?

: What powerful voice! Those horns! That mask! You... you... Blackhand!?

: YES. GUESS WHAT.

: String! I guess good?

: What? I mean- NO. ME HAVE CHALLENGE FOR YOU. BLACKHAND DARE YOU TO ATTACK ME IN ME HOUSE.

: ...Vilefeast fight Blackhand? But why?

: VILEFEAST SO STRONG. PROVE SELF. ATTACK MOUNTAIN HOME.

: Vilefeast do anything for Blackhand! Me promise to kill you so proud!


And back in the present...

: He practically begged me to attack Blackhand.

: You're a scary orc when you put your mind to it. I must say, where is all of this coming from? This flash of insight?

: Don't you know, Bloodgut? I'm a genius, after all.


Earlier that day...



: Nigel Necksmasher, Chieftain under orders of Warchief Blackhand?

: And who the hell are you?

: A friend. Within this letter you will find all the treachery afoot in your ranks. Take heed of it and act accordingly. You're a smart orc; I know you will.

: What? What's that supposed to mean? Grrr...


Blackrock Spire, Blackhand's Chambers

: Warchief, my ssssssscrying has discovered that the chieftain you have your eye on plans to attack usssssss.

: Hah! The fool! I knew he make mistake soon! Then Blackhand crush in palm. Me true warchief of orcs! Summon forth Gul'dan. He shall stop them with one word.

: Gul'dan isssss... unavailable, warchief.

: What!? WHAT!? WHY!?

: There'ssssss been some problemssss with magic recently. We are working to help him ssssssshortly.

: This... this...



: NECKSMASHER!