Eastern Sayve River
Outskirts of the Spine, near the border of the Allir Reach
The Uz Moddad had come to the banks of the river. The Orcs numbered at least two-score, herding captives from various raids conducted in the Spine and the outskirts of the Allir Reach where the Orcs had ambushed caravans of settlers bound for different locations.
Armed with cruel looking pikes, swords, axes, etc the Orc's pressed their captives towards the banks of the river. Many of them were human, other races were present though and tethered together by rope which ensured escape would be difficult unless one wished to attempt dragging their companions along. Another complication were the Orc's with bows, though fewer in number it was certainly assured they would bring down anyone who ran.
As they ceased their movement the largest of the Orcs emerged. A massive figure with ashen gray skin, Yroh the Bloodletter was the chieftain of his people. Among the Uz Moddad Yroh was was a brutal figure, known for his strength in battle and the large axe he often used to cleave into the bodies of his foes.
There was rumbling among the ranks as they waited on the banks of the river. Yroh remained silent, standing tall with his axe clutched in his right hand as he waited. Eventually all that came to an end.
A shadow would blanket the land from overhead. The Dragon descended from above to a patch of earth where it sat down, shaking its head back and forth after it did so and folding its wings back against either side of its enormous frame. On all fours it prowled closer to the riverbank, clawed feet tearing up the earth beneath them.
"Most of the captives survived. A few died on the way."
...Yroh said as he turned his head towards Geladryx, the Green Dragon. In response the Dragon swung his head around, the dark pupils of his eyes fixating on the Orc amidst rows of razor sharp teeth in what could be construed as a grinning expression...
Did they?
...it was clear the Dragon understood the brutality of his subordinates, these Orcs would kill those who feel behind or for sport. In a very real sense the Uz Moddad were closer to degenerates among their people when one considered the heights Orcish culture had evolved to in cases. No matter though, they performed their roles well.
Lets begin. Bring forth the first.
At that Yroh looked back towards the Orcs and the first captive was pressed forward. A Woman of middle age, she was pressed towards the banks of the river and forced onto her knees. Yroh, clutching his axe would raise it above his hands in both hands and then as the woman was forced to bow her head she was unceremoniously decapitated.
Frills that spread down over the dragons neck flexed in response. Geladryx, resting back on his haunches would inhale and his eyes began to dim. Inhaling through his nostrils. The Dragon could feel it, the spirit leaving the body of the deceased and pulling from across the veil he'd breath it. Every essence of the dead he consumed meant less of a price he would soon have to pay.
