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“I need orcs to spy on Rivendell during the summer party that I wasn't invited to.” Sarah snapped at an orc general. “yes ma’am.” The orc general replied.
“Wait, can I steal some of the chicken drumsticks?” One of the orcs asked.
“Can we take hostages?” Another orc pleaded.
Orcs start chattering
“EVERYONE SHUT UP!” Sarah exclaimed.
“I need the lead orc to map out the area for the takeover. Map out everything, every hiding place, every defence area, everything.” Sarah asserted.
“This summer party that I wasn’t invited to is our first takeover, I guess….” Sarah's scheme faltered. “Mwee he he he heh.” She hissed in her embarrassing baby cackle. ”uh boss, you need to work on that evil cackle.” An orc scout added.
“Yeah, whatever, just go do your job.”
Later that night
Sarah got an unsettling feeling like being watched by the enemy, she woke up and gasped just about to scream but something tells her not to. She heard breathing, not orc breathing, human breathing normal, not worried, not scared. Calm, planned, this person was an expert. Why was this so scary? She thought, her panicked breaths filling the room. “I practically own the world,”
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(this was when we revisited it about four or five months later):