The air was cold as it usually was in the early evening and the horde as usual were complaining behind their warlord's back. The Northlands weren't forgiving and neither was the vermin lord, Stargg Silverfur. To the untrained eye, he was like any warlord, but he was anything but. Looking for recruits, Stargg had little luck since his defeat at Salamandastron.
"You fools!" Stargg shouted at his captains. The captains stood there, unflinching. "What do you mean there are no more recruits?!"
"We did as you said, My lord." The pure black fox to his left spoke. "Give them your decree. If they don't join, kill them. Well, about a hundred joined, but still not enough to put up a good show of force back at the mountain."
"Enough about the accursed mountain. There is another treasure I'm after." Stargg said. "Relay these orders to the troops. We march at dawn. And death befalls anyone that isn't ready."
Each of the captains left to do what they were ordered. Stargg looked over the bits of information he gathered leading him to the greatest weapon.
(OOC: Badger Lord needed for this RP)