General Savuk climbs onto the battlement to watch the approaching figure. "It's Captain Riglak, Sir," says the archer standing nearby. "Perhaps she has come to join us?" "Perhaps," Savuk growls, his red eyes piercing the thin veil of mist creeping along the valley floor. "She does not come alone." "No, Sir," the young archer replies, eager to impress his mighty leader. "A large group of orcs came with her, but they stopped at the bottom of the valley and have removed all their weapons and armour. They're standing in plain sight. I think they mean to join us, Sir." A scarred, battle-hardened orc appears at Savuk's shoulder. "Should we open the gate, General?" Savuk stares silently for a few moments at the female orc standing before the gate. The mark of Mordimus is still upon her forehead, but its pattern grows shapeless and dim. Her reputation precedes her, renowned for the mighty foes she has vanquished with her cunning tricks and clever tactics. But The Kindred's need is great - the prospect of swelling its ranks with fresh, battle-trained troops is one he cannot let pass easily. He turns from the wall and announces his orders. "Open the gate, Captain Kraatog. Tell your troops to show our guest every courtesy. Tell them they are to treat her as a Captain of the Kindred." "Yes Sir." "But Captain," Savuk says, stopping to eye the archers on the battlements. "The archers are to remain in position. If Riglak puts one foot out of place they are to open fire immediately. And Kraatog..." "Yes, Sir?" "They are not to wait for a clear shot..." Credits: Orc by GhostOfMacbeth MCFS from DAZ MCFS Texture by GhostOfMacbeth Textures modified by me Sky generated using TerraGen