Orgul disappeared in the crowd, hiding amongst the other orcs. He had ultimately decided to stay in Dimmore, believing he would be of more use there.

But now, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The lies Gor'lok was spewing.

Plum poisoned Urim after she killed Glasha. He was purposely deceiving The Horde.

          But when he saw Dura standing at Gor'lok's side he knew those two were responsible for everything that has happened.

It was then that Orgul realized it was too dangerous for him to continue to stay in Dimmore.

Gor'lok, Dura they were the enemy.

Orgul quietly began to make his way through the crowd.

It was the perfect time for him to slip away while Gor'lok held the horde captive with lies. He wanted nothing more than to declare his sister innocents. But making that kind of noise would only get him killed.

          Under the cover of nightfall, Orgul made his escape. He took nothing with him except his weapon and a few gold pieces. It would be a long journey but he would make his way to Cirrane.

He knew his father would be there and if Plum was still alive that's where she would have taken Urim. If he was even still alive.

          The night sky was cold but crystal clear the moon was full. The snow was starting to melt and signs of new life begin to sprout.

Orgul pulled his fur-lined hood over his head and ready himself for a long journey. Though spring was on the horizon, it was still cold.

If he could make it to Orrin Serine he could broad a ship at port and sail halfway to Cirrane. He had a few gold pieces that would buy him passage.

Orgul heavy steps crunched the ice under his foot. His ear perked upward at the sound of footsteps seeming to follow him. He cut his eyes left, then right, then left again.

He saw no one following him and no shadows. Perhaps it was all in his mind. Nightfall always seems to make people paranoid.

At the sound of a twig snapping his eyes darted to the right. He took a deep breath and started to run. He wasn't paranoid, he was being followed.

It had to be Gor'lok know one else would have a reason to follow him. Orgul glanced over his shoulder but he couldn't make out who was chasing him.

He turned his head forward just in time to see the shine of an iron weapon barreling down on him. With no time to grab his weapon to defend, he turned his body slightly to the left.

The powerful blow of the axe broke his left arm and dropped him to his knees

Orgul roared in pain clenching his nearly severed arm.

          Looking down at his arm to analyze the damage, he felt a sharp stinging pain in his back.

"Thought you were just going to walk away," Dura said twisting the knife she had just plunged into his back.

Orgul clenched his teeth in pain and swing his right arm, Dura. She released the knife and jumped away avoiding Orgul's blow.

It was a weak attempt to land a hit but Orgul needed to put some distance between him and Dura. He needed to see his enemy.

Gor'lok and Dura, I was too careless, he thought trying to stand but he was in to much pain.

"Where is she, where is Plum!" Gor'lok yelled blood dripping off his axe.

"I don't know where she is, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," Ogrul grip his arm tighter it was all he could do to minimize the blood loss.

Gor'lok tightened his grip around his weapon. In his rush to kill Urim, he forgot about Orgul.

"I know you killed Glasha and I know it was you who poisoned Urim," Orgul knew there was no way he could fight both of them not in the condition he was in.

He had to get away.

"If you tell us where your dear sister is I promise to let you live. Just look at yourself, " Gor'lok stepped closer. "Your arm is practically falling off."

Orgul clenched his arm tighter just the mention of it seemed to make it hurt even more.

"Tell me where she is and I'll-"

"I won't tell you anything," Orgul grabbed his weapon and aim it at Gor'lok and threw it with all the strength he could muster.

Gor'lok dodged with ease and when he turned his gaze back to Orgul he was gone.

"Where did he go!" Gor'lok yelled scanning the area.

"I didn't see," Dura replied looking around.

"We have to find him," Gor'lok punched the nearest tree.

"Just let him go," Dura caressed his back. "You nearly severed his arm and I got him good with my knife.

"He saw you with Glasha before you killed her." Gor'lok jerked away from her touch. "He was there that night, he knows everything. We can't just let him go."

"Very well," Dura grunted. "Give me a few orcs and I'll track him down and kill him myself."

  Orgul had managed to slip away but now he had no weapon. Not that he could even use a weapon now his dominant hand was useless, all he had now was his legs.

          How long had he been running now? His legs were beginning to go numb, each step becoming heavier and heavier. He was sure Dura was just toying with him.

Orgul was exhausted, his eyes were heavy and burn from the morning sun. He had lost to much blood. His vision was blurred and his ears began to ring, seconds later everything was muffled, he couldn't go on.

He could hear the far-away muffled footsteps of the orcs chasing him. When his body could take no more, he collapsed, in a clearing just at the tree line in a shallow stream.

"Finish him," Dura ordered from the shadows.

He closed his eyes and waited for the final blow to take him. His thoughts turned to his father and Plum.

Father will be inconsolable and Plum... He thought.

"Orgul!"

Even in death, I hear her calling to me.

Plum took her bow and notched an arrow, in the blank of an eye. She aimed for the closest orc's eye. The orc dropped his weapon and grabbed his eyes and cried out in pain.

"My eye! My eye!" He screamed, staggering about.

The second orc followed the path of the arrow and charged toward Plum. She planted her feet and didn't move, keeping his attention on her.

Brandyl tackled the charging orc before he could reach Plum. Sending him crashing to the ground. Then smashing his battle axe between the orc eyes. The poor orc never knew now what hit him.

          Brandyl stepped forward, rage-filled his veins, he would protect his son. Plum stood next to her father, bow at the ready. She would protect her brother.

Dura stayed hidden among the trees not wanting to be seen. Her eyes fixed on Plum, she carried Urim's seed. She told herself it didn't matter now, Plum would soon die. They were outnumbered five against two.

"Enough Blood Horde!" Chieftain Torgan appeared from nowhere. "You trespass on Bonecrusher land. Leave now or die."

"They are not Blood Horde," Plum steadied her bow, "They are traitors."

More than twenty orcs stood with Torgan, ready to back their Chieftain.

"Your Chieftain yet lives and makes his way to Dimmore, as we speak," Torgan said.

Dura quickly and quietly retreated she needed to relay this news to Gor'lok.

"Chieftain Urim lives," the Blood Horde said.

"He does and he won't take kindly to anyone raising a weapon against his pregnant bride, Torgan said. "Return to Gor'lok and tell him Urim is coming and hell's coming with him."

The Blood Horde trembled at his words. They lowered their weapons and returned to Dimmore in a haste.

A sigh of relief escaped Plum's lips as she ran to her bother, he was still alive but just barely.

"Orgul, I'm here," Plum said.

"Plum," Orgul called before falling into a deep sleep.