A simple life

[Sulajin]

"Do you see this? This land is ours now. Someday it will be ripe with wheat, vegetabls, and grazing cattle. The fruits of the land are ours to take, Taierth. Whith our own hands, we shall bring sustenance to feed the masses. All of this, our future." Sais Zoar with a gesture. His large, horned companion mearly nods his head and hands Zoar a shovel. "What? Already? Can't I bask in my drama for a little longer?"

"No, little Greenskin," rumbles Caierth, his deep Tauren voice resonating in the orc's chest. "The sooner we get started the sooner we can live the drama. Speech time has ended."

Leaving the now grumbling Orc to begin chopping roots out of the soil in preparation for the new crops, along with the thousand other menial tasks that needed doing, Caierth walks over to a Kodo bearing upon it's back all the wood and stone they'd need to make a rudimentary shelter. Caierth reaches under the massive creature to untie the straps and unload the lumber, ignoring the questioning snuffle of the Kodo. "No, I have no treats for you, great one. You will have to make do with that bush."

"You know," Called out Zoar, "I think I'm about ready to switch jobs, this sun is unbelievably hot, and this ground isn't very yielding. No wait... you keep lifting those big wood chunks. I'm happy with my ho." He chuckles to himself as he continues to work. "Do you know what your problem is, Caierth? You're too quiet! Hard to talk to. Nothing more than a grunt or two out of your mouth. Hmmm... then again, that one time you got drunk and were spouting all that poetry to that foxy... uh... cowish lady I was almost sick from the buzzing in my chest. Although that could have been the beer. Pretty good stuff though, I'm beginning to realize why you lot spend so much time working with your herbs. Did you bring any, by the way?"

"Later." Said Caierth.

"Later? What's the point in that, I'm thursty now! Feh, besides we can allways get more with be bounty we'll be making offfffff of this land." He continued, grunting as he moved a particularily large rock. "

((Too be continued when I feel like it. Probably later tonight.))

[Sulajin]

"Because later it will be all the sweeter."

"I suppose you're right. Do you think there'll be many beautiful orc women in that new city over yonder?"

"Yonder?"

"It means the distance, you behemoth. What am I saying? Of course there will be women! Women and children, and laughter, and barter, and beer, and warriors, and honor, and blood, and oh it will be marvelous! Truly this... this..." He leaned against a rather tired Kodo for a moment. "What was it called again?"

"Orgrimmar"

"Oh yes of course! Orgrimmar. How foolish of me to forget." He resumed tethering the boulder to the Kodo and slapped it on the rump, causing the beast to strain and heave while the massive stone slowly retreated from the grip of the earth. "Yes, it will be a marvelous town, and we shall grow fat on the spoils to be gained in feeding so many mouths!"

"There will be no soft living for us. A life of toil awaits."

"Well not literally fat. You know, figuratively. We shall be enrichened by their need to eat! You know, you're too literal minded, Caierth, far far too literal minded. Of course I suppose it is what makes you practical. Wait, what am I saying? No you're not literal minded at all. That poetry was what one you your bride wasn't it?" There was a nod of Caierth's great head. "Yes yes, Kenala. A beautiful Tauren I'm sure. Not that our ideals of beauty matches, but she seems strong enough to lift you over her head! And that's no small feet, either. How you lot got so big wandering the Barrens I'll never know. Especially when you were constantly under attack by those Centaur at all times..."

The day wound on much in that fashion. And the day after that, and the day after that. It was as though their work would never end, though progress was visible.