Gorgamesh looked down on the pathetic elf and snorted in derision as the creature gave her final feeble gesture of defiance. He spat down on the girl, before grabbing hold of Doshvin's collar; yanking her to his side. "Fuck her, hurt her... I want her alive and presented tonight." He spoke to the other orks, before pulling his slaves collar again. "Crawl whore." He led his pet out of the tent, smiling as he saw the other orcs close around Shaelee and the other girls. He breathed in the smell of burning as he left the chapel and travelled back to reorganise his men.<br/><br/>The rest of his horde would soon catch up with the main vanguard that had fallen upon the village. His horde had been growing at a steady rate and was now vastly too large to allow him to fall upon villages  unaware. As such he took his best hundred orcs and marched half a day ahead of the rest, allowing for the capture of smaller communities that might otherwise try to flee, and keeping a steady flow of elven slaves to his camp to keep the men content. The orcish race as a whole was amazingly specialised in their skills, their very bodies shaped for certain tasks. Most were muscular unthinking brutes, only blessed with a basic cruel cunning. While others were able to channel the great winds of magic to heal and to maim. There were those to build, and most rare of all those to lead, orcs such as Gorgamesh.<br/><br/>The smoke from the village would draw them near, visible even past the 100 foot ancient trees that masked the tribes movements. This would make a fine place to camp for the night Gorgamesh decided, a sizeable clearing in the forest. His next move would need to be a larger town, his tribe was reaching critical mass, and was hungry for juicier targets.<br/><br/>