Northen Wolf
Young Hunter
Mine is located about 100 meters from the Shrine of Raj-Tol. Two icons do not fit on the map.
Don't worry about it NW, I have plans. next turn is winter right?
Northen, how severe is the winter? For example, there are several groups that we could attack, but I don't know if our 'army' could survive an extended campaign without proper gear (winter suits, tents, etc.)
Also, how far are the distances? For example, how long would it take to march an army from the village to the Gnoll's camp?
The autumn air was getting colder every day as the onset of winter was closing in. Fortunately, the wolf-hide coat that the Leatherblades had made for Magog was indeed an excellent piece of craftsmanship. It would keep Magog quite warm this winter. In fact, Magog though he had the best coat in the tribe. It was true that the Leatherblades had created several other wolf coats of similar quality, Magog has seem the other coats and decided his was absolutely the best.
A tugging at the bottom of the coat shook Magog from his thinking. He looked down to to see a small wolf nipping gently at the edge of the coat. Magog had found the wolf pup in the empty den of a group of wolves that had been slain by a mysterious Orc priest. The shaman had told Magog that the pup was a female wolf and given her the name 'Kuna.' The name had stuck.
Magog thought it was—odd—that Kuna was tugging at the hide of what could very well have been her real mother. The dog stopped tugging at the coat and looked at him, tongue wagging. Magog knew the wolf's look. “You want eat?” Magog asked and Kuna raised up in anticipation. At the same time, Magog noticed a crowd gathering around a goblin that came into the village just now. Even Magog's new found follower headed over to the area to hear the news. Magog shrugged and started to go there himself when he felt the familiar tug. “Go—eat!” Magog said to the wolf, she was capable of finding food now so Magog wasn't worried.
Magog listened to the message and heard his named mentioned regarding a gift. His young org follower looked to him and asked, “A gift for you? What do you think it is?”
Magog shrugged. “He will show it to me when he returns. No reason to get big eyes now!”
Magog turned and walked leisurely away from the now dispersing group. He walked towards the Shaman's hut when he saw an Orc coming quickly towards him, quite clearly upset. The Orc hailed and waved to Magog to catch him. Magog noticed the Orc must be one of those new sheep-herders that tended to the sheep flock.
“You!” The Orc said angrily as he came up to Magog. “You and your wolf are in trouble!”
“We are?” Magog asked.
“Yes!” The Orc shouted. The Orc grabbed Magog's arm and pulled to indicate he should follow. “Your wolf got into the sheep pen and killed one of our sheep!”
Magog looked at his follower who shrugged. Magog followed the irate Orc to the sheep pen. Indeed, on one side was a tightly packed group of sheep, seemingly afraid; on the other side of the pend was a dead sheep with its entrails sticking out and happy little wolf eating away at the carcass.
“You are responsible for this!” The sheepherder said to Magog.
“Does tribe eat sheep meat?” Magog asked.
“Yes, of course!” The sheepherder said indignantly.
“Well, I am part of tribe, I can eat sheep meat, right?” Magog asked.
“Yes, of course!” The sheepherder responded.
“Well, Kuna is mine, which makes Kuna part of tribe.” Magog said with a smirk. “So Kuna can eat sheep too.”
“So—no problem.” Magog said in decisive fashion. Before the sheepherder could respond Magog turned around and walked away back to the village center. After a dozen steps he made a quick whistle sound and Kuna left her meal and followed.
... Unfortunately the amount of intel that we can receive from the shamans are scarce; their wizard can detect any attempt to scry it and have the power to block our eyes in the sky. Therefore I suggest we put patrols near our village that will signal our village by lighting a fire if the Tauren draws close.
I am not worried about a Tauren attack.
By all the gods and goddesses and demons and demonesses... THEIR ARMY VASTLY OUTPERFORMS OURS!