Grumpy Old Orc

Unseasonal thunder in the valley, a portent of things to come, can mean only one of two things. Firstly it could mean the giants have been on the beans again, in which case an upwind location is to be preferred, or the dwarves are on the ranges performing target practice. It looks like the latter to me.
Ok so someone has got their back up. What did they do? Did they use the “D” word in a diminutive way? Did the dwarves buy some dodgy pies from Volendorf? Or, more than likely, some bleeding goblin beat them at conkers. Whatever the reason, and let’s face it dwarves don’t need much of an excuse, the dwarves are going to war.
Markham took his Sure-Shots out for a bit practice and the even the stoic dwarves managed a grin at the prospect of a weedy elf on the receiving end of one of their slugs. Markham’s Sure-Shots are ready they just can’t wait for the rest of the lads to turn up.

“Gold, gold, gold, gold,
Gold, gold, gold, gold!”