Grüshnag had his chance. A chance to try to get out and a chance to get some revenge.
The guards approached the door, chatting among themselves, barely giving Grüshnag a passing glance.
"Oi, orc! Got you some food. Eat up." One of the guards said with a twisted smile. Grushnag stood from his spot in the floor, back to the door and head hung down. He turned quickly to the door. The guards couldn't see very much through the darkness and small cut in the heavy door. Grushnag walked over slowly, peered down upon the slop being served and huffed. That was stuff bad by orc standards, edible but bad. The guards laughed, knowing that food would barely be good for starving dogs.
Grushnag looked up to the guards, eyes shining in the dim lighting. He reached for the door and grabbed it. He slowly pulled the door open. The guards stood there in momentary stunned silence. Grushnag then lunged forward, the long, heavy finger nails connecting to the soft flesh of the humans reaching feebly for their weapons. Holding one by a handful of clothing and flesh, Grushnag smashed the other guards head back against the wall. He turned to the one in his hand and with a savage growl, snapped his neck.
Free of his confinement, Grushnag was now filled with anger at the drugging and being held captive. The constant darkness and drugs did mean he had no clue what time of day it was or how long had passed. He now needed weapons and a plan. The guards, now no longer needing their weapons, provided a couple of medium sized daggers, a low quality ax, and a decent spiked club. Lashing the weapons quickly to his body and a few pieces of leather aromor, Grushnag's mind now went to the outside.
Moving to the door, he moved the torch by the door further away, keeping the doorway dark. Carefully, he pushed the door open a fingers width. No light streamed in. Must be dark out. Good. Grushnag thought, with a small grin. He pushed the door open slightly more, just a slit large enough to let Grushnag see out and listen. Only some distant sounds a faint glow appeared. Guess this is it. And with that, Grushnag pushed the door open far enough to step out. Slow and steady as to not draw any attention, Grushnag stepped out. His immediate survey of the surroundings showed he was close the edge of camp, small bushes close by but a painfully long distance across open ground. He calmed himself and walked as nonchalantly as he could muster, instinct instructing him to run as fast as possible. Finally, he made it. Ducking carefully to conceal himself and trying to make as little noise as possible. He waited. For alarms. For a search. For anything. Long moments of relative quiet were only interrupted by some loud pops from the fires or a jovial cheer from the men.
Satisfied he was unnoticed so far, Grushnag looked around again. The forest ringing the camp was the only way he could make it. He had a new idea while waiting. He grabbed a few leaves and began rubbing the leaves to see if the made a stain on his white hands. They did stain. He knew he was too bright to make a trip across the open field to the trees. He worked as quick but quietly as he could, grabbing a few leaves, making a small amount of leaf juice and patting it on his exposed skin.
A few close encounters with bandits during this procedure steeled his nerves. Now, as ready as he could, pushed out of the bush as close to the trees as possible. Now with one last effort, Grushnag began to walk off towards the tree line. The fire and voices slowly receded as he got ever closer. A short distance away, he heard some shouting. Pretending not to hear, he strode all the way into the forest. The shouting and all the noise quickly disappeared as Grushnag entered the near total darkness of the forest. The moonlight weakly penetrated gaps in the canopy. Relief washed over Grushnag followed by a strong determination to be free of these bandits and this day.
He began to walk through the woods quickly and skillfully from years of being around Sarkon in the woods. After several minutes, his mind began to wander to Sarkon and if he was still alive. In that moment of lost focus, Grushnag fell. A pit opened up and swallowed him.
The blow from falling stunned him and sapped all his strength. Grushnag pushed himself up. Now in total darkness except for the opening of the pit, Grushnag knew he was in trouble. He felt around but there was no way out. The sides were smoothed out with effort made to make climbing out very difficult. Trapped, angry, but out of options. Grushnag now returned to what he was doing before. He sat down and began to wait.
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