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Tarnakh was getting more adept at Common, though he was far from fluent. At the very least, he was speaking more fluidly, though his accent was atrocious enough even he recognized the fact. Fortunately, Naghoon accents sounded sufficiently terrifying in Common when angry which lent well to the current situation he had found himself in.
"Tuungra damn you! Vultures feed upon your bodies on the Taagh-Bhar! Road goes straight not... Not everywhere!" the Naghoon orc exclaimed with arms gesticulating wildly as around the open walled tent hired laborers did their best to turn open grassland into open grassland with a flat road cutting through. He'd seen the foreign road designs as a youth and got a better look at how to build them in Bhathairk. Not that he knew how to build them personally, mind, but now he knew who to hire to build them for his own people.
Or perhaps, who not to hire. Conflicting maps, or lack thereof, meant taking time to make or find maps to place roadways. Incompetent foremen meant half the time the road was built incorrectly and once in the wrong direction. Lazy quartermasters meant supplies arrived late at best or were completely lost at worst. In short, the road was going at a snail's pace and the normally patient Tarnakh was getting close to simply slaughtering the entire crew, mounting their heads on pikes, and using the display to encourage the next group he hired to do better. Thankfully for the road foremen flinching away around the table, the Naghoon Khagan managed to keep a lid on his temper, even if barely.
"Road must go from Bhathairk to Stone and across the Taagh-Bhar into Naghoon land and must be done before winter. Road cannot be built in Taagh-Bhar winter, but if this road go any slower... we get to Taagh-Bhar when Tarnakh's grandson take throne!"
Cynical Phoenix
"Tuungra damn you! Vultures feed upon your bodies on the Taagh-Bhar! Road goes straight not... Not everywhere!" the Naghoon orc exclaimed with arms gesticulating wildly as around the open walled tent hired laborers did their best to turn open grassland into open grassland with a flat road cutting through. He'd seen the foreign road designs as a youth and got a better look at how to build them in Bhathairk. Not that he knew how to build them personally, mind, but now he knew who to hire to build them for his own people.
Or perhaps, who not to hire. Conflicting maps, or lack thereof, meant taking time to make or find maps to place roadways. Incompetent foremen meant half the time the road was built incorrectly and once in the wrong direction. Lazy quartermasters meant supplies arrived late at best or were completely lost at worst. In short, the road was going at a snail's pace and the normally patient Tarnakh was getting close to simply slaughtering the entire crew, mounting their heads on pikes, and using the display to encourage the next group he hired to do better. Thankfully for the road foremen flinching away around the table, the Naghoon Khagan managed to keep a lid on his temper, even if barely.
"Road must go from Bhathairk to Stone and across the Taagh-Bhar into Naghoon land and must be done before winter. Road cannot be built in Taagh-Bhar winter, but if this road go any slower... we get to Taagh-Bhar when Tarnakh's grandson take throne!"
Cynical Phoenix