The war continues

As I return to my role as general to my whelps and continue the efforts of the war with the orcs, I am given praise by my father and news with our next step.

We are once again in his office at the barracks, my father and I share a drink whilst he goes over the next plans of operation with the war.

“If all goes according to plan, the war will be won within the year.” Father tells me. “I know I sound hopeful, but our victories are cause for this kind of ambition. Soon we’ll beat back the orcs, I am confidant that we may be able to fully annihilate them, and have these lands claimed for our own.”

“What do you have in mind, for our next move?” I ask of him.

“To kill the orc chieftain.”

My face must of shown the surprise and concern I felt, my eyes narrowed as I fixed my gaze on my father.

“I know, Fenrin. It’s a goal that seems too ambitious. But I believe we can achieve it.”

The next few days, my father kept himself in his office, rearranging his plan for the **** of the orc chieftain. In the meantime, I sent my whelps on skirmishes along with myself to kill more orcs, and disrupt their trade routes. We took an orc prisoner and found out that they had been dealing with some dwarves in the north-west. It appears they have been trading precious gems for food, which we have been making sure that the orcs supply of sustenance has been low on. This was reported back to my father.

“Perhaps, we could arrange a deal with the dwarves instead.” Father suggested.

I raise an eyebrow at his words. “What could we offer that the orcs already haven’t?” I say to him.

My father leaned back in his chair, stroking his furry muzzle his as he considered my question. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, weighing the possibilities. After a moment, he spoke, his voice measured.

“Ah, but we have a solution to that, Fenrin. The orcs may have offered the dwarves gems, but we can offer them something far more valuable. Security. With the orcs at their doorstep, the dwarves must be growing increasingly uneasy. If we can guarantee their safety, I have no doubt they will be willing to trade with us instead.”

“And cutting off their supply of food.” I said to my father.

“Exactly.” My father confirmed.

“Do you think the dwarves would agree to those term, with us offering security?”

“We will show them that we are the superior warriors.”

“What if they refuse our security and prefer the gems?” I say to him.

“We can offer the gems that the orcs have stockpiled in exchange. We give them security from the orcs, maybe even they help drive them back. The dwarves will refuse to give the orcs food, and once we win the war, the dwarves can have the gems that the orcs own.” My father explained.

With an agreement to make word with the dwarves to propose a deal, I drank the remainder of my ale and made my way home. Father said he would inform me once he received a response from the dwarves, in the meantime, it was business as usual; kill orcs, and to fuck my bitches.