An orc party

An hour must’ve passed as I waited for someone... anyone from my party to come and find me. Finally, some footsteps echoed among the trees nearby. I was furious at Baelog, but at this point I really did not care who’d come to save me from my humiliating fate.

“Baelog, you dwarf bastard, untie me right now! That’s the least you can do!”, I shouted.

The speech I heard in reply was not recognisable. I couldn’t quite make the words so I just yelled to help them find me quicker. As they inched closer, I realised why I couldn’t make out a single word... they were not speaking the Common tongue!

With my peripheral vision, I noticed the silhouettes of my presumed saviours... but they were not human, nor dwarven. Confused, I waited as they entered my field of vision...

They were ORC!

I cursed my luck, but waited to see what would happen...