The Orc Chronicles Urim

Chapter 20

          Orgul disappeared in the crowd hiding amongst the other orcs. He had ultimately decided to stay in Dimmore, believing he would be of more help here.

But now, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The lies Gor'lok was spewing to The Horde.

Plum poisoned Urim after she killed Glasha. He was purposely deceiving The Horde.

But when he saw Dura standing at Gor'lok's side he knew those two were responsible for everything that has happened.

It was then that Orgul realized it was too dangerous for him to continue to stay in Dimmore.

Gor'lok, Dura they were the enemy.

Orgul quietly began to make his way through the crowd.

It was the perfect time for him to slip away while Gor'lok held the horde captive with lies. He wanted nothing more than to declare his sister innocents. But making that kind of noise would only get him killed.

Under the cover of nightfall, Orgul made his escape. He took nothing with him except his weapon and a few gold pieces. It would be a long journey but he would make his way to Cirrane.

He knew his father would be there and if Plum was still alive that's where she would have taken Urim. If he was even still alive.

          The night sky was cold but crystal clear the moon was full. The snow was starting to melt and signs of new life begin to sprout.

Orgul pulled his fur-lined hood over his head and ready himself for a long journey. Though spring was on the horizon, it was still cold.

If he could make it to Orrin Serine he could broad a ship at port and sail halfway to Cirrane. He had a few gold pieces that would buy him passage.

Orgul heavy steps crunched the ice under his foot. His ear perked upward at the sound of footsteps seeming to follow him. He cut his eyes left, then right, then left again.

He saw no one following him and no shadows. Perhaps it was all in his mind. Nightfall always seems to make people paranoid.

At the sound of a twig snapping his eyes darted to the right. He took a deep breath and started to run. He wasn't paranoid, he was being followed.

It had to be Gor'lok know one else would have a reason to follow him. Orgul glanced over his shoulder but he couldn't make out who was chasing him.

He turned his head forward just in time to see the shine of an iron weapon barreling down on him. With no time to grab his weapon to defend, he turned his body slightly to the left.

The powerful blow of the axe broke his left arm and dropped him to his knees.

Orgul roared in pain clenching his nearly severed arm.

Looking down at his arm to analyze the damage, he felt a sharp stinging pain in his back.

"Thought you were just going to walk away," Dura said twisting the knife she had just plunged in his back.

Orgul clenched his teeth in pain and swing his right arm, Dura. She released the knife and jumped away avoiding Orgul's blow.

It was a weak attempt to land a hit but Orgul needed to put some distance between him and Dura. He needed to see his enemy.

Gor'lok and Dura, I was too careless, he thought trying to stand but he was in to much pain.

"Where is she, where is Plum!" Gor'lok yelled blood dripping off his axe.

"I don't know where she is, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," Ogrul grip his arm tighter it was all he could do to minimize the blood loss.

Gor'lok tightened his grip around his weapon. In his rush to kill Urim, he forgot about Orgul.