Glok'tur was among a few of the clan elders, around a small campsite within the outpost when the horns had sounded. He quickly jumped to his feet and gathered his equipment. He was already wearing light leather armor, and he donned his shoulder guards for added protection. There was no time to return to his hut for better armor, so he headed for the outer fort walls, to inspect the situation.
As he climbed the scaffolds he observed the frantic commotion; peons bringing ammunition for the watch towers, and other various supplies, higher ranking orcs organizing groups of warriors and preparing them for battle, trolls scaling the scaffolds along with him, throwing spears bundled upon their backs, tauren hoisting large defensive materials and structures around.. It was a sight to see.
Reaching the top of the scaffold, Glok'tur looked out over the area, and could see the forming mass of the night elves marching orderly and steadily towards the outpost. There was even a fabled mountain giant among them, holding a massive uprooted tree as a club..
Glok'tur knew this battle could not possibly be won. He turned and shouted, "Ged a moov un id!" to a nearby group of peons, hurriedly reinforcing the nearest fort gate. His mind raced, the battle raging within him already as he fought his pride and extreme reluctance to even consider withdrawing to meet up with the reinforcements which he assumed had been sent for. He reminded himself that his people were now ravaged and far fewer in number thanks to the Burning Legion, which they were finally free of; perhaps it was best to withdraw and increase their chances of survival. There were atleast 200 horde members stationed at this outpost, and a 3rd of them were not orcs.
He decided to make for the Orc Captain and suggest a withdrawal, though he was concerned that he may look weak in doing so. He hoped that through expressing his reasoning, the Captain would agree. Afterall, it was highly unlikely that Glok'tur was the only orc who began to think outside that which the Burning Legion had conformed them to, correct? He hoped so.
(OOC: As is apparent, my story fits in somewhere before Surek's viewing of the burning outpost. Just trying to fill in here and there. )