WOTR 223 turn 5

[Mormegil]

Rashkuk was worried. He was worried because he wore a very unorcish smile on his face and was not able to get rid of it since the last weeks. Here he was, in the heartland of Rohan, commanding a small cavalry force. He had beaten some infantry, defeated some pathetic horsemen, destroyed a village and prepared to destroy another. All around were more unfortified settlements. He really missed the mental whip of his master, but all he ever got was more compliments. Hell, he didn't become commander in the Dog Lords army to get coddled like that. He shadowed his eyes with his hands to scan the horizon, but no sign of an interception force.
His troops, wargs and orcs alike, were so full of human and horsemeat that they would hardly be able to perform a charge. He sighed and signalled his sergeants, while letting out loud belch. "C'mon boyz, 'ere we go", he yelled without much enthusiasm and led Grorg to a slow trot down the hill towards the village...

[Brendan Miller]

Sangarunya was worried. He was worried because his keen tactical mind just could not fathom the strategy of the Gondorian Navy.

Land at Corsair town, wave swords in air, sail off without a fight, repeat, usually with some dim looking Sinda in capes in tow.

It just made no sense, he had expected the southern skies to be alight with the fires of burning pirate havens and parrots by now, as the jack booted thugs of Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth brought justice to his thieving people.

It was getting serious now, the nation's coffers couldn't afford another "Last Night of Freedom Before Slaughter or Prison at the Hands of Gondor Gala Dinner".

Sangarunya sighed and went back to opening the post. With a grimace he noticed that another hamper had arrived from Adunaphel. The stench of rotten human flesh assailed his nostrils.
He was flattered by the attention but somewhat worried by her remarks upon getting ahold of his bone........

[Sc0rp10]

Cirdan was worried... he'd had nightmares for days... couldn't quite make out their meaning, but he always woke with a sore jaw, as if he'd been fighting... he'd have to talk to Galadriel and see if she could interpret the dreams... at least his next assignment would see him out in the countryside looking for a lost artifact of great importance... that would easehis troubled mind...