Chronicles from The Second War - Part 2
Hagrim had scowled at his plate with clear disgust but never the less he had kept eating just as he always did. He was constantly complaining. Not only about the food but everything. From the weather to the wildlife, from the landscape to his orders. The rest of the company considered him a whiner. Not the brightest sort either and certainly not one of the best fighters. But his heart was as stout as any dwarf and he was above all reliable. The rest of his faults could be forgiven for that alone. Not that it mattered now of course. He was dead...
The first days of the march south west towards Loch Modan had gone quiet and silent. The dwarves had jested and chatted the day away, as if the whole endeavour was just another field trip and the Orcs just target dummies in a courtyard.
People were laughing, sharing stories on the road, barely giving a care to the fact that they were marching to war. Scouts were sent out to see what went on ahead but little, if no observation was made by the main company itself. They were too busy focusing on anything but the impending conflict they would face sooner or later.
General Grimsteel was snorting to himself at the men's obvious lack of focus, but couldn't make himself blame them. He didn't take part in any of the conversations himself, instead keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings and on his men as well. They were his responsibility after all.
Grimsteel spat on the ground.
It was on the 6th day of their march south that the Infantry felt the first taste of the Second War.
Their primary mission was to reinforce and protect the border to the Badlands as this was the only way into the northern part of Azeroth short of sailing. Intelligence had named the Blackrock Spire base of the Orcs operations but they could not get north via the Searing Gorge to Dun Morogh as the Stonewrought Passage had been sealed off to prevent the maddened Dark Iron dwarves from invading centuries earlier, not to mention that is was easily defended and at the moment heavily fortified.
It was therefore safe to assume to what ever large forces pushing their way north would be encountered at the Badlands. It was there the Alliance dwarves would have to stop them.