Preperation for tommorow
#2 of Battle book
A WoW fanfiction, second part so far, dont worry it will pick up, please vote and reveiw, even if you think this is rubbish, then I know not to jam uf yiffstar with rubbish, thx
The plan was settled upon, these pesky centaurs had been raiding camps and supply routes for to long, and each time an offensive was launched against them they'd turn and run, which would waste more resources, but not this time, a major offensive was to be launched upon them, the objective was to kill or capture every centaur at the camp hopefully disrupting them long enough for smaller raids to mop up any survivors, if there where any. The Tauren was heading back to his tent when he herd footsteps, he span and drew a dagger, it was Thalgar again, "master have you any more for me to do"
"Not at the moment young one, get yourself ready the attack is soon"
"Yes master"
The Tauren arrived back at his tent and looked in, everything seemed to be in order, other than the damage from earlier, there was a small tap on his side, he turned and saw the blood elf staring up at him, she stuck out her hand to him, "I apologise for earlier" looking sincere " my name is Handas'thelas, and yours" the Tauren accepted the offer and placed a hand around hers "Bunthen, Bunthen Swiftwind" shaking it " I thank you for providing me with a test subject, and apologise that it had to be you"
The elf smiled slightly "your welcome and apology accepted, now if you'll excuse me I have some business to attend to" Bunthen watched as she walked off. "so how are you" said a voice behind him "I came over because warlocks aren't known to be trustworthy and neither are blood elves, quite a suspicious combination if you ask me" he recognised the voice, it was Harene, he turned to face her "she just wanted to apologise for earlier, I'm not sure whether it was just at me or to everyone"
"Well she hasn't apologised to me yet" the druid frowned "I'm not to sure about her either"
"If she held a grudge I'd probably be writhing in pain at this moment"
"Blood elves are cunning creatures; she may be saving it till later"
"Well I hope she won't take revenge any time soon, her aura is slightly suffocating"
"And so is your tent, I'm not sure if it's always like that or whether it's just the smell of the potion you were cooking up earlier"
The tall warrior laughed "I wouldn't be surprised if it's me we haven't found a good oasis in weeks"
"Hmm hunting these centaurs is slightly taxing, they won't stop moving"
"They will soon, they have to, even if they had every supply from every convoy and kept it till the time of the last raid they preformed, they'd be running out of food in 2 months, if they taken every supply and lived off them from the time they got them, they've ran out of food and are surviving off the hunt, but because they didn't take all they could they are seriously short of food and need to raid a convoy soon else they'll starve, and lucky for them there's a big fat convoy following us"
"So there camping up ahead planning to attack it, I know, you described your flawless calculations and perfect logic in the meeting and I backed it up with what the earth has told me" the female exhaled loudly "well I must be getting ready, I don't know why we need a campaign for a few lousy centaur, its such overkill"
"We need overkill to assure us that they won't get back up and disrupt supply lines again"
Harene exhaled again "I guess your right" she walked back to her tent.
"Well aren't you centre of attention tonight, friend", dammit why wouldn't people leave him alone "hello Scorus, what are you here for"
"To see you writhe in annoyance as people keep disturbing you" the half of Scorus's face he still had showed amusement "and to make sure you don't kill yourself with your potions, again"
"Well I appreciate your concern and thank you again for healing me when I did"
"You seem okay so I'll leave you to whatever" said the undead as he walked off
"What is it with people visiting visitin yo mon?" said a grinning Tisin "I bet yo getting 'nnoyed by now, I guess I'll leave then"
"No no, I need to talk to you"
"Really, yo need to talk to me mon?"
"I do actually; it's about Handas'thelas, the warlock"
"Yo know her name, I didt even tink the boss knew dat mon"
"She introduced herself when she came to apologise"
"A blood elf? A warlock? Apologisin? To som one she names an uncivil circus animal? Yo gotta be kiddin me mon"
"I'm not and she seemed quite heartfelt, but please just keep an eye on me"
"Ahh yo tinkin she may be up to no good then? I would feel safer wid me making sho dere no foul play, yo can count on me mon"
"I thank you friend"
"If dats all mon, ill be leavin" and so the troll left for his own tent
It was dark and the moon shone like a pearl and the stars looked like small droplets of water suspended in the air, but this was no time to admire the sky, they were marching tomorrow and they needed all the rest they could get in preparation for the battle when they got to their destination, they couldn't move the camp this time, so they would have to walk back as well, but it would be worth it, Bunthen asked the Earthmother for a blessing in tomorrows hunt, and wished for his friends safety, tomorrow would be hard on everybody, they all needed every bit of strength they could muster to defeat the plague they would face.
When he awoke it was sunrise, he felt refreshed and a tingling coursed through his body, he had a feeling that his request had been answered. He got out of his camp bed and again put on his armour, but as he moved over to his camp bed he heard the sound of his tent flap opening, he turned and saw a peon entering, "The Warlord has requested the Generals presence in his tent for a personal discussion"
"And the reason?" the Tauren asked
"The Warlord would not disclose the reason General"
"Well I better get going then" the Tauren started out the tent and stepped past the peon
"I shall proceed ahead of you and announce your presence" the peon announced
"Good good" the peon ran in the direction of the Warlords tent
When he reached the tent the same peon opened the flap for him "the Warlord is inside General" Bunthen walked in and the flap closed behind him, "good morning honourable Warlord I trust you are well rested for today"
"Thank you General, I am, and trust you are to" Dranius sighed "but I'm afraid this is no time for pleasantries, I have just received reports that the centaur have been reinforced overnight, not only that but I have been led to believe that this is a more experienced unit comprised of warriors and casters, this is why I want you to go sword and board, you can take Bonesinger if you want to, but keep an eye out for these newcomers and make sure you take them down, they can and probably will add complications, you are the only one I have told about this, and I trust you to only tell those who need to know and can keep their mouth shut. Is that ok?"
"Fine by me"
"Well I'll let you prepare then, and if anyone asks what you're doing, say you felt like a change."
"What about the ones who know me? Won't they guess?"
"Tell those who need to know"
"What about Tisin, you also said about keeping their mouth shut"
Dranius laughed "that is a point, but I think he knows when to keep it shut"
"Point taken, I'll leave then, may you be blessed"
"You also, friend"
He looked outside the tent, the peon wasn't there, he guessed he'd have to get his stuff himself, so Bunthen started back to his tent thinking of how much he could strap onto his armour, sword and board would be boring, and he could hardly carry a shield and Bonesinger, or could he, that would lead to proble... THUD Bunthen was pulled from his thought "Ow what the?" he looked, it was his tent pole, he had managed to walk across the camp, strait through an open tent flap and into it, how he managed to do that was beyond him, but the real question was why was the tent flap open? Tuning he saw a hysterical Thalgar rolling around in the dirt, Bunthen couldn't help but start to laugh at himself a little, then sat on his bed and waited for Thalgar to calm down.
"So what did you want Thalgar"
The recovering Ork stood and brushed himself off "well I found why the potions turned purple"
"Well please share" inquired the Tauren
"I forgotten to take out my gloves"
"Your...what...gloves...why did you have your gloves in your cauldron?"
"Well I have limited pack space so I put some herbs in there and realise I could fit some more in, so in go my gloves"
"So your potion was contaminated by your sweaty mitts?"
"Exactly"
"Well, that's an...interesting way to mess up" Thagar scratched his head, clearly embarrassed "so how did you discover this?"
"I just awoke, with an amazing amount of energy, and got a feeling, I checked it out and it was right, and then I just had the urge to do this" the Ork produce a vial of an intense green potion. Bunthen stood walked to the Ork and took it, staring in amazement, "well Thalgar, you have done well" he looked through the vial at the Ork, distorting his face "this is one of the purest agility potions I've seen, no excess in any ingredient, no small bits of rust contaminating it, you've defiantly made an improvement, you should wash your gloves in your potions more often, it this is the result." He returned the potion to its owner "did you do a whole cauldron of this?"
"Yeah, I didn't know what came over me, I knew exactly how much of what, how hard to stir it, even the amount of sweat should be caused from the fire"
"Wow, hand this out to the rouges and hunters, just one vial, they have the others from yesterday as well, and then bring the rest here"
A horn sounded, a lower that the council one "later tonight, maybe tomorrow, but now we should prepare for the march"