Bryse had been watching the orc’s for several weeks now and had made mental note of their comings and goings. Stroking his now greying beard he thought about this black powder a few of the orcs had been messing around with it seemed…
“Explosive” Bry muttered to himself “Pretty explosive” he thought for a moment in pure silence looking around the cave. After a while he grinned to himself. He snuck out of his cave and went back up to the steep hill looking over and watching careful not to be spotted. He saw at the edge of the camp was the barrels that held this black powder all he needed what a flame, or perhaps even just a spark would do.
He ran back to the cave looking through his bag “Yes!” he pulled out a bit of flint. But if he started a fire that would likely draw their attention and most of them away from the camp. That was the opposite of what he wanted to do. He remembered seeing a lit torch, it would be a risk but it was his duty. So Bryse waited until it was dark and left his armour in the cave keeping his light under clothes and his furry cloak on. He jumped over the hill and snuck around the dark edge of the camp towards the torch in his hand a dry stick. Touching it to the flame he ran towards the powder arm reached out. The flame met the powder….
The explosion was huge sending Bryse flying and his body hitting a tree knocking him unconscious.
He gasped awake confused as to where he was and then he remembered. The orc camp was devastated, it looked as if none had survived. Looking up at the sky “It’s light” he frowned when he didn’t hear his own voice. He gasped when he felt a hand on his arm he looked up to see Alistair his right hand man. He had survived too! Bryse was watching his lips but shook his head not understanding his what he was saying “I can’t hear you”. Alistair helped Bryse up and they both waddled towards their old camp surely they higher ups would have sent someone to look for survivors.
Alistair looked towards Bryse “You did well my friend. You did well…”
