OOC: Sorry guys. Things have been hectic and I couldn't post this weekend. Now.... let the fun begin....
The crowd mumbled quietly as the black priest scanned it for anyone who would speak out. The orcs stalked among them, the villagers clearing a path so as not to get in their way. Assembled, there was maybe fifty people. Taking a quick count, you could easily see at least fifteen orcs and the two legates.
Suddenly the quiet was shattered as a woman screemed. "No! Jaby come back! Jaby!" The crowd parted, and you could see the cause for the woman's sudden panic. Her son, Jaby, a toddler of almost two summers had gotten away from his mother and was stumbling toward one of the orcs.
Before anyone could react, the creature reached down and swooped up the child. He looked like a doll in tha mamoth's scarred arms. Holding the child by the back of his over-alls, a cruel grin split the creature's face as it looked to its master. His mother, Bernice, fell backward in horror.
The legate, Caleborn, turned to address the crowd once again. "None will come forward? None will submit themselves to the shadow?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Choric saw Char slowly slinking away into the crowd.