Glory to the Warchief (open-rp)

[Nehemia]

Snow has fallen on this, glorious land,frost decorates the leafs...
A silent breeze on the fields of snow..
Whispering the names of the fallen warriors...
Stands strong, the clan of the orcs...
Agaisnt the army of human kingdom' unstoppable.
Army of one, agaisnt alliance of mankind..
The last day' of orcish clan....
Glorious bloodshed it will be.
Glory to the Warchief

Days have passed since the humans surrounded the capital of Stormgauntlet Clan...
The warchief Tyr'kar Stormgauntlet has made everyone known that the orcs will rush trough at nightfall, the exodus from O-Tarhok-kar..
The stone walls will not hold for long, sometimes humans dare to come over it, but the strong orcs have crushed the intruders...
The food and water is soon running out..
Inelukar Cunningmind, Honour guard of the Stormgauntlet Clan, stands with few of his comrades, ordering them to make sure everyone has a weapon with sharp edge of steel...
Get those axes and swords to the smith! We need sharp blades if we want to cut the humans armour open..
Inelukar watches the sky...
Tonight the sky shall rain blood...
Suddenly he notices something small moving on the Great wall...
Human ranger! Get him!
Inelukar points at the figure running on the wall..
Grah, I'll get the human scum myself.. In the name of Azhi Dahaka you will regret the day you showed your ugly face around here!
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ooc:
New Open-RP, which means everyone role-player can participate..
The story is about the last day of the orcish clan, humans have surrounded their city and are prepearing for the final attack, at the same time orcs are prepearing for rush out..
The story shouldnt only be about war, it should be also about tradegy,sorrow, arrogance and honour.
The village or fort of O-Tarhok-kar is huge capital of orcs, with circle of high stone and steel made wall...
The warchief Tyr'kar Stormgauntlet knows about the situtation the orcs will have.. Possibly all of the clan are going to die, maybe just some of them, however the warchief will rush from the gate first in the line..
The humans have almost 8x more men than the orcs have..
The orcs are running out of food and water.
My character: Inelukar Cunningmind.
I invite every of you role-players to join the storyline! (expecially those who were in the Stranger's Pleasure)
And of course I hope people will act on the both sides.
Let the story begin...
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[Toedric]

*At the human outpost Toedric is preparing his meal.*
"Come on guys!" He shouted to his bodyguards (Boris and Doris)
"The food is getting cold and wine warm! Be fast or i'll eat your rations too!"

(ooc: my char is Toedric, He's manages the feeding of the troops, so he's the camp chef)

[Dragon Skull]

Dragon Skull, as he is known, snuck into the orkish camp. It was quiet. There were bodies all around. Some have been there for days. The stench was overpowering. However, Skull was used to such smells. Through out his journies, hes caught a whif of a number of foul odors, so it didnt really bother him. He was there looking for whatever loot could be had. Orks always did have the best things to steal. Skull crept from shadow to shadow, staying out of the view of the partolling orkish soldiers. They were evey where. But unlike orks he had encountered in the past, these ones looked like hell. They were tired, mal nourished, and running low on supplies. Probably because they have been under sige for so long. Even if he did get caught, Skull had an advantage, hes wasnt dead on his feet and was in prime fighting condition. Killing orks was second nature to Skull, considering hes been in alot of orkish camps and has been caught once or twice. The only things easier for Skull to kill were elves. While sneaking about, his foot bumped into a body. It was human, a ranger to be exact. The body had been hacked up pretty bad. "poor sod, didnt stand a chance." Skull decied to "relieve" the fallen ranger of his gold, sword, quiver of arrows, and a very fine looking ring, make of gold with a large ruby set on it. "Wont be needin that anymore, now will ya mate" he said with a smirk. So Skull continued on his mission, moving from hut to hut, store house to store house, looking for gold, jewles, and anyother valuables he could find. While passing one tent, he could hear speaking. Looking trough a gap in the tent wall, he could see some impressive looking orks around a table. They were looking at a map. "These are probably the orkish leaders", Skull though to himself. Crouching down behind some crates and barrels, he listened in, hoping to catch some information that he could sell to thoses who would pay good gold for it.........

OOC: this is my character, Dragon Skull. Hes a Thief and a mercenary. He came upon this battle hoping to make off with some good loot. However, he may now have found more than he barganed for.....

[RavenLord]

OOC: Yet again a rough map would be of great assistance in this type of RP..but this time, I

[ShadowDemen]

As ShadowDemen started to eat the 'food' from the camp, he saw a man in full plate armor staring at the sunset. "Ah, so thats the general in charge. Seems good enough, but from the looks of him he seems strength oriented. Hopefully, though, he at least has some knowledge of tactics." With that, he puts down his food and goes into his tent. After a few seconds, he returns in his own armor, a black chest plate with shoulder pads and plates on his shins and forearms, his dual swords at his side and his longsword slung across his back. "Why couldn't this seige be versus alfars? They stink less and don't have thick enough skin to protect them from shurikens." He then goes to where the troops were gathering...

OOC: Sorry for the lame intro, was a bit tired. Also, I wasn't able to fit this in, but I'm a hired merc, not an official soldier.

[Ulcis Cor]

Draakich Cor had been standing on the battlements looking out toward the human encampment when news that there would be a breakout reached his ears. He'd seen the large plate maille wearing human standing on the outskirts of the camp seemingly looking right back at him. He'd watched a lower ranked messenger approach and then depart the man's company and still he watched as the leader moved back into the camp, apparently summoned away.

Smiling he departed the battlements to prepare for the coming battle. He was glad. Better to venture forth and die like an Ork was meant to die, standing atop the raised mound of his enemies broken and bloodied bodies, than to waste away inside a wall waiting to starve to death. Dwindling supplies was rapidly becoming a worrisome problem. If they waited to attack much longer the Orks would have to feed on the flesh of those foolish scouts that failed to return to their side of the battle lines. Not that that would bother Draakich at all.

He arrived at his residence to find his goblin slaves standing ready, as ever, to serve him. "My armour," he grumbled deeply as he made his way into the alter room. Standing in silent prayer to the Fire Dragon he allowed his slaves to strap his armour to his body. When they'd finished he reverantly lifted his Dragon's Eye amulet over his head and around his neck so that yellow eye and blood red flame contrasted sharply against his highly polished blackened plate maille.

"Skullcrusher," he menaced to his slaves and held out his hand. It took all three of them every ounce of strength they could muster to hoist their master's two handed Doomstar mace into his grip. He stood there a moment longer and regarding them with a cold gaze he said, "You have served me well these many years but I no longer have need of you. In recognition of your valued service I will allow you to serve one last time in the capacity of sacrifice to Azhi Dahaka. Go and present yourselves you to priests of the ziggurat and tell them I have sent you thus."

With those final words he stalked from his residence one last time and headed to the main gate to take his place in the first line of battle.

The three goblins blinked at each other stunned by their master's last order, then one by one they went about the residence gathering whatever they could carry into sacks and then made for the nearest sewer entrance and freedom.

[Nehemia]

Inelukar stood on the wall, watching the humans doing'..
So, those foolish men belive they can so simply crush us?
Inelukar laughed with terrifying sound....
I am stronger than ten of them, I am larger than bear.. Yet they still belive they can crush me?
Inelukar looked worried... The tradition.. He sighed..
He went to see the warchief..
As he comes down the stairs.. He notices a goblin snatching supplies..
You wretched pest! Is that how you serve me! Inelukar yelled, drawing his halberd, which was bigger than Inelukar himself..
For the fire dragon! Inelukar swinged his halberd, it hit the goblin into waist, cutting it into two pieces, the goblins corpse fell from the wall....
He walks down the lower quarter of the town, salutes to the upper quarter's gates guards and enters the upper quarter.
Two honour guards stop him in the front of Warchief's hall, Inelukar lets the guards know its important, and they let him pass..
Inelukar kneels down.. Warchief, the human are prepearing for attack, I think it will come when the sun goes down...
Warchief agreed.. Make sure everyone is ready tonight, back the stuff we will carry.. No one is left behind..
Inelukar nods..
You are dismissed, warrior...

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ooc: The map :
http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/9129/nimetncopy8jp.jpg

1. The Hall of Warchief.
2. Barracks.
3. The tower of the beastmaster.
4. Hall of Honour Guard.
5. The Arena of Might.
6. The Ziggurat.
7. The Bridge of Ancients.
8. The Gate of Blood and the Great Wall...
9. The Gate to the upper quarter.
10.Trademans terrace.
11. Human army leaderpost.
12. The woods of Whirlwind.
13. The Chef's tent.
14. The Valley of Heroes.

[Aerys Kain]

Aerys sat atop his horse on a slight rise opposite the Gate of Blood, still as a statue in the waning light of the day. The animal breathed heavy underneath him, almost exhausted from it's hard pressed travels as it had carried it's rider a great distance in a short amount of time. Tempest was the war horse's name, given for the mottled gray color of his hide and for his ferocious exuberance once the battle had been joined. The horse was as aggressive as his master, and the two of them had learned long ago how to work in tandum once within the enemy ranks.

The hood of his cloak was pulled down low over the knight's face, so it was the sound of the jingling armor that alerted Aerys to the fact that he was no longer alone. A second horse came trotting up to stand beside the knight, and a dozen men on foot marched behind in a tightly formed column. The men wore white tabards with the fierce lion of Malregard emblazoned on their chests, and their chainmail hauberks and coifs gleamed in the sunlight. They to were almost at the point of exhaustion, but with iron-clad discipline they stood rigid and tall, staring strait ahead and awaiting orders from their commander. The second rider who had come to a stop beside Aerys turned towards the knight and waited silently for Aerys to speak.

The knight continued to survey the Orkish capitol for a moment longer, then slowly reached back and pulled the hood from his head, letting his long blonde hair fall to his shoulders. Aerys ran his fingers through his hair, then with a small sigh turned to face the second rider.

"Sergeant, you will take the men to the command center at the encampment to the south and tell them that Sanguine has sent reinforcements. Arm the men and then join with the forces preparing to meet the Orkish horde. I will meet you there soon."

The sergeant saluted sharply and responded,"Yes, sir."

Without waiting, Aerys turned his horse and began riding hard towards the human camp. Tempest kicked up great clouds of dust as the massive Mercian war horse raced towards it's destination, and Aerys' cloak whipped out behind him like a banner billowing in the winds of a storm. The camp was closer now, and Aerys could see the flag and banners that marked the tent of the army's chief commander. He flicked Tempest's reins, and the two of them sped towards their destination.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: Ok, I'll jump into this one too.. This will be Raybur as an inexperienced sellsword scout long before he became a gladiator or later a member of the Fireblood.

IC:
Ray cursed softly as his knee banged into a poorly placed brick he had been using for a toehold.

Goddamn, this was a bad idea.. I should have stayed in the forests.. but no, i had to go be a soldier..
Ray was silenced by a commotion nearby in the city.
"Human ranger! Get him!"
Ray nearly screams and barely manages to cling to the wall. Looking around he sees a massive orc racing along the outer wall behind him, chasing down a human ranger..
Oh thank Fortune..
Ray waits where he is for a long moment, letting his pulse calm down to a mild hammering..
Seeing no other choice, and refusing to witness the fate of the human behind him, Raybur continues climbing up the inner wall of the Ork city.

He had come in from the riverside wall, scaling it successfully before making a quick dash across open ground to the second. Now he was nearing the top of the second wall, and had no idea what he would find on the other side. No scout had returned from the inner city so far, which of course meant the Raybur Ravenloc had to be the first.
Godsdamned imbecile!
Ray finally managed to get his hands on the crenellations of the wall, and slowly raised his head up.. to stare directly into a very large, very smelly, orkish ass. Ray almost gagged and nearly fell, but managed to lower himself back out of sight of the about-faced Ork.
Now what.. well, I can't exactly turn back.. .. .. .. .. Oh, Fortune guard a poor fool.

Ray silently climbs the wall directly behind the Ork, praying silently that it will not turn around, fighting panic with every moment. And then he is there, on top of the wall, crouching on the crenallations just behind the behemoth.
Ray slides a knife from his left boot quietly, and springs into motion. The blade slides through the Ork's throat easily and the startled creature only has time to grab at the wound before collapsing to its knees. Here, Ray grabs the beast by the shoulders and struggles to hold it steady in it's death throes. After slamming Ray into the wall several times, the beast finally stills. With all the strength he posesses, Raybur hauls the lightly armored Ork to a semi-upright position against the wall and props him there with his own huge axe.

Thank Fortune. Now what..
Ray looks around at the inner camp. From here he can see what appears to be a barracks, some smaller buildings, and closer, a great huge building. Thankfully the orks only buily this city in one story, so Ray figures his best bet would be to make for the roof.

Quietly, Ray lowers himself over the side of the wall and drops to the ground about 5 yards below. With a mild oath at the shock of landing, Ray continues. His brief climb to the roof of the building goes much like the last, but without the Ork at the top. There are a few sentries at the corners of the rooftop, but they are all looking outward, not suspecting a dark shadow creeping around behind them.
Ray soon finds a ventillation shaft out in the middle of the building. Putting an ear near the gap, but staying out of sight of anyone below who might want to look up at the sky, Ray listens.

"Warchief, the human are preparing for attack, I think it will come when the sun goes down..."
"Make sure everyone is ready tonight, pack the stuff we will carry.. No one is left behind.. You are dismissed, warrior..."

Ray risks a peek into the shaft. It opens down directly onto a very large Ork, sitting in a stone chair.. and fortunately holding a war helmet in his lap, rather than on his head.
I'll never get a chance like this again..

Ray looks around quickly to make sure none of the sentries are watching as he lifts his bow from his shoulders and nocks an arrow. Standing, Ray draws the bow aims for the Ork's head and releases.
Glory to the Warchief...
There is a sickening crunch, and a yell, and Ray is off.
Sprinting along the roof, Ray reaches the edge and leaps down just as the alarm goes up.

Damn, maybe this wasn't the best idea I've ever had..
Raybur quickly finds a ladder up onto the outer wall as Orks begin pouring into the streets behind him. Reaching the top of the outer wall, and seeing it clear for a good thirty yards either way, Ray gets out a rope he brought for the occasion, tying it to a crenel on the wall and grabbing on tightly, Ray makes a rather ungraceful repel down the wall, dropping at a couple yards from the bottom. Ray hears a shout as he is dashing back across the open ground between walls. In an instant he has an arrow to string and takes aim at the Ork pointing down at him.
Shit..
Ray releases the arrow, dropping the Ork, and continues.
As he reaches a stair up the outer wall, an arrow crashes against the wall right beside his head. Looking over, Ray can see perhaps a dozen Ork archers along the wall taking aim.
Fuck!

Leaping up the stairs three at a time, Ray manages to reach the top unharmed, when his leg is slammed out from under him. Ray looks down to see an Orkish arrow lodged in his thigh.
No, I won't die in this cesspit..
Ray forces himself up onto the other leg and hurtles himself over the wall. Splashing down into the river, Ray feels more pain in his back, but can't seem to figure out what it is.

Arrows are splashing into the water all around as Ray sinks out of sight.
No.. I've got to swim..
Out of sheer willpower, Ray is able to kick himself back to the surface. He sees that he has already been swept downstream, and paddles toward the bank furiously. Ray wraps his arms around a bit of scrub growing on the shore.
I can't..
Ray can make out figures approaching as consciousness finally eludes him.

[RavenLord]

OOC: Your post made me laugh like crazy, Ray. Good work :p


"It has been a pleasure gentleman...as always."
Elias speaks in a half-amused tone of voice as he leaves the command tent. Many grim, eaven hateful looks followed him...imagining an ork axe crushing his skull. Yet they could do nothing. Without the knights under Elias

[Aerys Kain]

ooc: Sanguine is the capitol of the Mercian kingdom.

IC: A figure emmerged from the command tent as Aerys neared, resplendent in plate mail armor and with all the bearing of the martial nobility. The man raised his arm in greeting, and Aerys slowed Tempest to a trot as he approached. When he was near enough, Aerys swung down from his saddle and strode forward to stand before the knight. The man was an intimidating figure to behold, standing as tall as Aerys himself and near as heavily muscled. Aerys could see from the way he stood and moved that the man was a true warrior, and that gave him faith in the direction the army would take.

"Hail and well met Sir," Aerys began as he came to a stop before Elias, returning the knight's salute, "I am Sir Aerys Kain of Sanguine, and we are here on behalf of his grace, King Henry IV, and I have been instructed to swear my service to the lords of this alliance. The King gives his apologies that he can not send more soldiers, but there are many wars to be won. Now, if you will forgive my boldness Sir, I would like to hear how the situation stands. There will be time for rest when I am dead."

Aerys remained silent as Elias outlined the strategy that had been agreed upon by the leaders of the army, imagining the battle in his mind as the knight spoke. With such an advantage in numbers, the human forces had managed to all but force the Orks to make a suicidal charge out of their front gate. The stronghold was surrounded by shield walls and archer batteries hovered just out of range of O-Tarhok-kar. The only bridge across the river to the east was firmly held, as was the valley beyond. This left only the Gate of Blood, and from what it sounded like, the Orks would be meeting with fierce resistance once they emmerged from hiding behind their high walls. Elias informed Aerys that food and water had long since been deprived within the stronghold's walls, and that the last charge would almost certainly come within the day.

"The plan is sound, Sir Elias. The Orks will be forced to either remain in their stronghold and waste away, or they will meet us in battle out of desperation and on our terms. They will take the fight to us, of that there is no question, for it is not within the nature of an Ork to choose a silent death over a violent end. We will need to take immediate advantage of the Ork's exposure, and if we can absorb their charge, we can move into and take the stronghold while they are engaged in combat.

I recommend, Sir, that we take two columns of cavalry and place them in waiting behind the archers supporting the first line of pikemen. Once the battle has been joined, the two columns ride out to the north and south around the horde emmerging from the stronghold, and strike for the Gate of Blood itself behind them. If we can capture the gate, we can hold it and allow our forces to enter the city freely. The Orks will be preoccupied with the infantry before them and at their flanks, and a two-pronged charge of heavy cavalry should be able to cut through the Orkish rear without losing too many of it's number. I request the honor of being among the cavalry, Sir. Now, if you will forgive my boldness again, I must adjourn to the armory and commence with preparing myself for the battle. Send word if you have need of me, and if not I shall find you and the men at the start of the battle. Morgaine be with you, Sir Elias."

Aerys saluted again, and turned to make his way towards the blacksmith and armory. From what he knew of Orks, the battle would be bloody and brutally savage. Desperate Orks were that much more fearsome. Aerys cast a quick glance skyward, and he whispered to himself under his breath as he walked.

"Morgaine be with us all."

[RavenLord]

OOC: Thank you, I

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: No complaints about you taking charge, if nobody took charge, we wouldn't get anywhere.


IC:
Ray felt nothing.. he was floating above a scene of icy devastation. Ashes of a burned house, buried in snow. A small elven child shivering.
Then there was warmth. A tingling, unfamiliar sensation spreading through his legs and arms. Raybur's eyes opened to a blast of heat and light. He was in front of a small bonfire, there were troops around him. One large knight caught his attention, making him think about an old man long ago.
Ray shook his head and smacked himself a few times.
Ok, wake up.. I'm alive!

Ray looked up at the knight, "The orks are preparing the attack already. The warchief won't likely be with them.. I gave him a rather splitting headache."
Ray began to grin when the pain suddenly washed through him, reminding him of the abuse he had taken escaping the city.
Looking down, he could see that the arrow in his leg had been removed, and since he was laying on his back, assumed that one had too. But he felt them as if they were still there.. along with every scrabe and bruise and jolt from climbing and jumping from those walls.
"Ug.. this fighting business is not as nice as they make it sound in the songs.. definitely a bitch compared to hunting boar."
"Did I say that out loud? I need a drink.. got anything hard?"

[RavenLord]

Sir Elias was in his tent praying and preparing his mind and soul for the combat ahead, when the soldier from the watchtower returned with good news.
"The scout is alive, Sir, though badly wounded...And he

[Jeffrey199]

Jeffrey, a young Wizard in dark green robes, is preparing his spell's for the upcoming battle from withing his tent near the other mages. As one of the lower ranking mages it was all he could do but wait for the sound that the Orcs were attacking. Though his tent was quite lavash, at least when compared with the common foot soldier's, he felt ill at the prospect of battle. He had never killed before, and feared he would be unable to fight when the time came. Having read all about this he thought he had prepared himself for the worse, but as he was soon to realize no amount of reading can prepare you for war...

[Raybur Ravenloc]

"Rest here and let spells do their work...do you have a name, young mirdain?"

Ray looks up at the knight, trying with some success to mask the pain.
"Raybur Ravenloc, Sir. Came in the other night with a band of sellswords one of the lords hired."
Raybur licks his lips as a man brings in a plate, and more importantly, a flask. He is mildly surprised that a near drowning could make a man so thirsty.
Ray eagerly grabbed the flask and took a chug. He frowned as it went down.
"Water, or close enough.. well, beats riverwater.."

Ray tries to get up, but the pain spiking through his body sends him back onto his back.
"Looks like I'll be staying here a bit. So who would you be?"

[Nehemia]

Everything is set warchief, we will leave this city tonight...
Everything un-needed is left behind, only our mounts, the last stacks of food and water, and of course weapons and tools are taken' with us..
Tyr-Kar salutes and bows.
You have served me well, Inelukar.. Perhaps someday it will reward you..
You are one of my finest generals.
Inelukar kneels down... I have sworn to protect O-Tarhok-Kar and you with my life... Azhi Danaka shall guide the way..
Inelukar stands up.. Walks away from warchiefs hall..
The firstblood shall be mine... When the battle calls, I will be first in line.. With warchief..
He walked away from the upper quarter.. Walked down into Trademen's Terrace...
Is the Stromcrow ready? I need it for tonight, you know..
The blacksmith laughed in cruel way..
Yes it is, enchanted with power of the thunder, this axe should bash them into Niflheim..
Inelukar grinned, showed his brutal yellow teeth..
He walks out of the smiths and meets the members of the orcish militia there..
Make sure you have your war tattoos and standards ready for tonight...
Moments of later in the Hall of Honour guard...
Allright, brothers and heart-friends.. The plan is this....

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OOC: The Great wall is strudy wall made of iron and stone, its over 20 meters high.
The tradition of Stormgauntlet says warchief will be in the first line with his most trusted honour guard..
Humans have 8 times more men, but orcs of Stormgauntlet are really strong and skillfull, durable.
And some new people to the orcish side please.. ^^

[Toedric]

Hah, People think that a chef is not capable to fight! Bring me my chest toedric shouted to Boris
Here you are, sir. said Boris
Now leave me Toedric shouted
When toedric was left alone he started to open the chests locks. Finally it opened. It has been years when he last opened this. He pulled his Dragonleather armour out revealing his Mace, it was a magical one. When he took it out from the chest,the mace grew in size up to 3,5 meters. After all, it was elven made mace... When he stepped in to the "kitchen" where Boris and Doris where preparing a new meal for the warriors. They were amazed, the fat chef was now like a new person. In his Black leather armor, black leggins and Blood red helmet,wielding a gigantic mace he looked like...
You were a dragonhunter? Doris shouted amazed
Yes, once, and while i was hunting dragons the bandits burned down my village and slaid my whole family! But they died like warriors and i'm going to die the same way, not behind any kettles or a stove like a woman! Or like you two.. Said Toedric and stepped out of his tent...

OOC: Nobody knew that he was a dragon hunter...

[Nehemia]

Everything is set warchief, we will leave this city tonight...
Everything un-needed is left behind, only our mounts, the last stacks of food and water, and of course weapons and tools are taken' with us..
Tyr-Kar salutes and bows.
You have served me well, Inelukar.. Perhaps someday it will reward you..
You are one of my finest generals.
Inelukar kneels down... I have sworn to protect O-Tarhok-Kar and you with my life... Azhi Danaka shall guide the way..
Inelukar stands up.. Walks away from warchiefs hall..
The firstblood shall be mine... When the battle calls, I will be first in line.. With warchief..
He walked away from the upper quarter.. Walked down into Trademen's Terrace...
Is the Stromcrow ready? I need it for tonight, you know..
The blacksmith laughed in cruel way..
Yes it is, enchanted with power of the thunder, this axe should bash them into Niflheim..
Inelukar grinned, showed his brutal yellow teeth..
He walks out of the smiths and meets the members of the orcish militia there..
Make sure you have your war tattoos and standards ready for tonight...
Moments of later in the Hall of Honour guard...
Allright, brothers and heart-friends.. The plan is this....

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OOC: The Great wall is strudy wall made of iron and stone, its over 20 meters high.
The tradition of Stormgauntlet says warchief will be in the first line with his most trusted honour guard..
Humans have 8 times more men, but orcs of Stormgauntlet are really strong and skillfull, durable.
And some new people to the orcish side please.. ^^

ooc: This post will not affect the storyline, I missed a part from Ray's text, where warchief was shot....
IC:
Inelukar stands along his troops in front of the warchief..
They all stood silent, looking at the weakening orc..
Get the priests over here!
The priests of Azhi Danaka are attempting to heal the orcish warchief..
Inelukar stood outside with his men..
How did you allow this to happen!? You ignorant fools, the warchief should be in the front line tonight.. He is in weak condition' and if he falls.. I will make sure you fall with him, understood!?
We need to hurry things up.. Get everyone ready..!

[RavenLord]

.doublepost.

[RavenLord]

OOC: What can eaven the best priest do about an arrow in the brain...I doubt that eaven the hardest ork head could deflect a missile like that.. :p

IC:
"Well you have truly earned your rest, Raybur."
Elias speaks to the mirdain in front of him.
"Your brave actions have made our job much easier, and for that I, we all, thank you."
Elias smiles to Rayburs comment about the drink...he knew that the flask contained some very strong liquid...
"My name is Elias Dumathon, at you service...and there is plenty where those came from"
He says pointing at the food and drink.
"You need just ask if you need anything..I shall make sure you get treated with the respect you have earned... I must leave now, the enraged Orks will surely seek revange soon. Gods be with you, young hero."

With that, Sir Elias Dumathon turned away, walking over to the place where his warhorse awaited, eager for battle. There were so many things to be done and so little time! As he went, Elias silently prayed, asking for honor and strenght for him and his man against their enemies.

[aselus]

OOC: ((I am throwing a small twist in, Ray[or anyone else] if you mind this I can change character as appropriate just thought it'd be interesting :cool: ))

IC((also if anyone midns first person i can change that too, just usualy easier for me to write this way heh, method acting)):

The air blew through the trees as my foot took swift step towards the city we had been seeking. My brothers, though few, where there alongside me. I had been a tad tiffed that we where sent to a battle we had no business in. Yet the balance must be kept, the wind whispers that a forgotten mirdain is here, and I am not about to pass up the chance of finding him. Our order weakens and the lovers would not be looking down upon my faltered feet. A twig snaps swiftly as we make stop at the edge of the whirlwind.

*sighs*
"I do not care to leave the forest brother", I speak
"Aselus, it is not yours to dream what should be done... just to deem must be done, such is you", speaks one of the Mirdain.
My armour clanks beneath my tan robe as I stand to speak, "Is it really our place to intrude into this, aren't we supposed to only take action if the balance is tipped"
"If they destroy eachother they shall be tipped... don't you see the task at hand?"
I sigh as words pour themselves from my mouth, "There," I point at the camp long in the distance aside the city walls, "that is where the whispers call to"
The other Mirdain nods.

I see many men in the distance, and though I feel the presence of the young one, and hear his whispers, still do not know his purpose... what if this was a mistake. The others put too much trust in me! What is the point of being a speaker of balance if I cannot even listen to myself, folley I lead them to I fear. Gather myself...calm...understand...the lovers would not have faltered, nor shall I.

"Brother...", I speak
"Yes Aselus?"
"I resolve we set the scales center while getting this child, these foolish races need to be set straight.. here's to hope they had not taint the young one"
*He nods*

My face turns serious, though understanding the half-dozen of us can't sway this battle to balance much, my word is final is this we are not completley powerless...

...Lovers guide us... we walk on.

OOC: there are 6 elves, we are all wearing elven make armour, but it is hidden by our plain tan robes, it is understood among us that the plainer the outlook the more powerfull the one beneath it. Aselus is one of once 13, now 6 "Seekers of Balance" an elite group of elven Warrior Mages, which seeks to balance the tides of the world, They trust in their sword and their spells to aid them. (Zealot like beliefe in balance above all things)

[Aerys Kain]

The fires of the multitude of forges burned brightly at the camp's armory, and the sound of hammers falling rang consistantly as the smiths prepared armaments for the battle to come. Aerys led Tempest to the stable post in the rear of the armory to have the horse re-shod and fitted with chain mail barding, then he returned around to the armory itself. The smiths inside recognized the various insignia embroidered onto the front of his tunic, the white rose of Morgaine and the lion of Malregard chiefly, and they mutely waved him in the direction of the stockpile of arms and armor already prepared and awaiting use.

Aerys considered it damn fine luck that the alliance had men of Sir Elias' stature serving in it's ranks, as there was plenty of armor to be found that fit Aerys' own large frame perfectly. The knight slowly and methodically began the arduous task of equipping the various layers of protective material. He secured the thick quilted coat and pants over his clothing, then slid the tighly woven chain mail hauberk and leggings over them. He then began strapping on the various pieces of heavy plate armor, fitted on the inside with boiled leather for maximum protection, though it's great weight restricted movement somewhat. Never the less, in a battle as pitched as this one promised to be, Aerys knew that he would need all the protection he could afford.

Once the knight had secured the heavy suit in place with practiced skill and ease, he lifted a great helm from the shelf and tucked it under his left arm. The helm had a bright red crest of horsehair adorning it's top, and Aerys knew that if he hoped to lead the cavalry his men would have to be able to distinguish him in the thick of the battle. Thus armored, Aerys began to walk along the lines of weaponary on display, his keen eyes roaming across the various tools of war and his mind weighing an impossible number of factors. He lifted a hefty, single handed mace and took a practice swing, then took a closer look at the weapons made by that particular smith. He forged weapons thick and heavy, well suited for crashing against armor.

Aerys finally settled on a wide-bladed bastard sword, meant as primarily a two handed weapon for most men but easily wieldable either way by the knight, and he sheathed it on his left hip. He also grabbed the single handed mace he had earlier held and secured it to the right side of his sword belt. Last, the knight reached out and took a medium sized steel kite shield and one of the long, wickedly barbed lances leaning against the armory wall. Aerys rested the lance in the cradle of his arm until he found it's balance point, then flipped it around to inspect it's tip. Not thick enough to survive past the first encounter perhaps, but barbed in such a way as to make that first meeting one to remember.

The knight returned to the rear of the armory to find Tempest ready and waiting for him, standing tall and proud in his chain mail armor and gleaming steel face guard. An unadorned white mantle had been thrown over Tempest's chain mail, and Aerys considered that as good as anything else. He placed the great helm on his head and vaulted himself unto the war horse's saddle with enviable ease, his great strength allowing him to bear the burden of the plate armor without a second thought. He then rode off towards the lines of knights already assembled and waiting for the start of the battle and the signal to begin their attack. When he neared, Aerys whistled between his teeth as he saw the number of knights arrayed in preperation. Clearly, Sir Elias had anticipated Aerys' suggestion and had gone above and beyond what the knight thought plausible. Aerys smiled to himself, pleased at the prospect of serving beside a true knight who knew battle and could be counted on.

As Aerys rode along the lines, his eyes roaming from one mounted knight to the other, he glanced every now and then at the Gate of Blood and the Great Wall that loomed in the north. Where most men would begin to feel anxiety or apprehension knot their stomach, Aerys could feel a lusting sort of hunger building inside of him, threatening to consume his reason. He could feel his blood stir inside his veins, his heart pulse within his chest, and his breath began comming in shorter, quicker bursts. The battle would be soon, and Aerys would be ready for it.

[Dragon Skull]

Draakich Cor had been standing on the battlements looking out toward the human encampment when news that there would be a breakout reached his ears. He'd seen the large plate maille wearing human standing on the outskirts of the camp seemingly looking right back at him. He'd watched a lower ranked messenger approach and then depart the man's company and still he watched as the leader moved back into the camp, apparently summoned away.

Smiling he departed the battlements to prepare for the coming battle. He was glad. Better to venture forth and die like an Ork was meant to die, standing atop the raised mound of his enemies broken and bloodied bodies, than to waste away inside a wall waiting to starve to death. Dwindling supplies was rapidly becoming a worrisome problem. If they waited to attack much longer the Orks would have to feed on the flesh of those foolish scouts that failed to return to their side of the battle lines. Not that that would bother Draakich at all.

He arrived at his residence to find his goblin slaves standing ready, as ever, to serve him. "My armour," he grumbled deeply as he made his way into the alter room. Standing in silent prayer to the Fire Dragon he allowed his slaves to strap his armour to his body. When they'd finished he reverantly lifted his Dragon's Eye amulet over his head and around his neck so that yellow eye and blood red flame contrasted sharply against his highly polished blackened plate maille.

"Skullcrusher," he menaced to his slaves and held out his hand. It took all three of them every ounce of strength they could muster to hoist their master's two handed Doomstar mace into his grip. He stood there a moment longer and regarding them with a cold gaze he said, "You have served me well these many years but I no longer have need of you. In recognition of your valued service I will allow you to serve one last time in the capacity of sacrifice to Azhi Dahaka. Go and present yourselves you to priests of the ziggurat and tell them I have sent you thus."

With those final words he stalked from his residence one last time and headed to the main gate to take his place in the first line of battle.

The three goblins blinked at each other stunned by their master's last order, then one by one they went about the residence gathering whatever they could carry into sacks and then made for the nearest sewer entrance and freedom.


Dragon Skull had finished listening to the orks in the tent. Nothing of interest to him. their great plan sounded like a suicide mission. "oh well" he thouhg to himself "Orks are insane anyway". Skull began to make his way out of the Ork base when he heard something around the corner. Pressing flat against a wall, he peered around the corner in the most stealthy way he could. There he saw a large, menacing looking Ork in black patemail weilding a very nastly looking mace. "Whats this then?", he thought. Skull then noticed something around the orks neck, a dragons eye amulet. Items like that were rare indeed and would fetch a handsome price at market. "I must have that" Skull whispered to himself. he stalked his prey, reading the orks body language, trying to guage how much stamina the ork had left in him. The orks movements were slow and sluggish. Not much strength remained in him. Skulls target was not far from the main gate, if he was going to hit him, he had to do it now! Skull took a deep breath, drew his bow and arrow, took aim at the orks leg since his lower half wasnt very well protected, and fired........ *Fwip* the arrow went directly into the orks claf. The monster hollered in pain and turned about. The orks eyes locked right on Skull, glowing with the rage of a rabid beast. "Oh hell" Skull said to himself. He quickly drew his sword as the ork charged at him. The ork swung his massive mace, slamming it into the ground as skull rolled out of the way at the last moment. Skull recoverd quickly to his feet. As he came about, Skull noticed that the orks mace was stuck in the ground. The ork struggled to pull it out in a rather comical fashion. Skull slung his blade over his shoulder, watching the ork. "Hehehe, dont know your own strength eh mate?" Skulls taunt only enraged the ork further. "WRETCHED HUMAN SCUM, I NEED NO WEAPON TO SLAUGHTER THE LIKES OF YOU!" retorted the ork. "ILL KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!" SKull took a defensive stance, wating to react as the ork charged at him. Side stepping quickly, Skull moved out of the range of the orks inital attack, but the ork managed to grab his cloak and pull Skull towards him, grabbing him by the throat. "Ill squeeze your neck till your head pops off, Human" said the ork with a grin. Skull had to think fast before the orks hand, which was the size of Skulls, well, skull, crushed his neck. So Skull pulled off he only manuver that was available, he kicked the ork in the testicles since his feet were just dangling there. The orks grip loosened as he collapsed to the ground. Skull reached down, grabed the orks amulet and ran, ran as fast has he could. He made it to the hole in the main wall he had initally used to enter the city. After he got out of the hole, Skull kept running, managing a laugh between gaps for air as he kept on running. But just when Skull had thought he had escaped, the fickle finger of fate flicked him in the face. "HALT... YOU THERE HALT". Skull turned around to see a group of mounted Knights and archers, who were amining at Skull. "Halt or we will fire upon you". An arrow zipped past Skulls ear, tearing a hole in the hood of his cloak. Skull stopped dead in his tracks. In his panicked attempt at escape, he had ran too near the camps of humans who had been seiging the city. Skull raised his hands in the air as the knights took him into custody. "This is not my day" said Skull as they bound his hands. "Scilence!" ordered one of the knights as they hit Skull in the head with the hilt of their sword. Skull was knocked out cold. The next thing he knew, he was shackled to a poll in some hut. His head was pounding and his vision was blurry. A few moments passed, the confusion lifted. Skull noticed that all of his armor, weapons, loot, and other equipment had been taken away from him. They must have taken it all when he was knocked out. All he had was his sleeveless shirt, pants, belt and boots. Next he heard foot steps. "Now what?" said Skull to himself. The foot steps drew closer. By the sounds of them, who ever it was, they were heavily armored and probably didnt want to let Skull go. Things were not looking too good for Dragon Skull........

[Ulcis Cor]

[OOC: Hey there Dragon Skull! I just wanted to thank you for taking control of my character there and basically pulling a great deal of bunk out yer arse! I'm sure you won't mind if I completely ignore that you even posted. ;) To everyone else: Great fun reading these. I will add more to it when I get back from lunch tonight.]

[Ulcis Cor]

As the large Ork moved steadily toward the assemblage at the Gate of Blood, he was given pause by a sharp sting on the back of his leg. He quickly dismissed it as a little pimple and moved on his way.

Suddenly a commotion arose from the direction of the War chief

[RavenLord]

Indeed, Dragonskull. I also think you should forget your last post and re-post...In situation like these the right thing to do would be giving the person in question a chanse to react..

[RavenLord]

...doublepost

[Dragon Skull]

[OOC: Hey there Dragon Skull! I just wanted to thank you for taking control of my character there and basically pulling a great deal of bunk out yer arse! I'm sure you won't mind if I completely ignore that you even posted. ;) To everyone else: Great fun reading these. I will add more to it when I get back from lunch tonight.]

Then have a mod delete the post.

[RavenLord]

OOC: I don

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: *cough*Zorro*cough*
sorry, dont mean to interrupt...:p

[Jeffrey199]

"You there, take up rank with the spearmen. Protecting our troops is your primary objective." some pompous Officer shouted at the unit of mages Jeffrey was stationed in. Jeffrey didn't know his rank, or care, he seemed important, and he seemed like he knew what he was doing. Jeffrey took up rank with the rest of the mages, and called to mind his defensive spells. He knew the enemy would use fire and lightning, and he had several good counter spells ready.

Turning to a much older wizard Jeffrey asked "What spells are you preparing?"

"I have a few tricks for anything those savages pull" the elderly mage said with a confident chuckle. "I suggest preparing some defenses against fire, its an Ork favorite."

"Alright" Jeffrey said trying to sound as if the old mage hadn't said the obvious.

[RavenLord]

OOC: :eek: zorro..god..just now I realize how lame I sounded...just forget I ever named the damn horse :(

[Nehemia]

As the large Ork moved steadily toward the assemblage at the Gate of Blood, he was given pause by a sharp sting on the back of his leg. He quickly dismissed it as a little pimple and moved on his way.

Suddenly a commotion arose from the direction of the War chief’s quarters. An alarm was sounded and soldiers began running amok looking for something to kill but generally only adding to the confusion. "You dogs stand to!" he roared. "Form your ranks... act like you have some idea what you are doing. Get to the gate and hold fast. Let the watchmen do their jobs!" His orders were obeyed instantly, not so much because Draakich held any rank as it was that large numbers of disheveled individuals will always follow orders when they are given by someone who apparently knows what they are talking about.

Just as calm was returning a watchman called out about an intruder and Draakich turned in his direction just in time to see the Ork, still pointing down between the inner and outer walls, struck in the throat by an arrow. The watchman doubled over and fell in between the two walls. Apparently an enemy scout was trying to escape the walls with some information. Draakich pointed to a group of Ork crossbowmen, Follow me," he barked. He lead them to the wall hurried them up the access stairs, "Get up there, we cannot allow him to escape. If it is not Ork... kill it!"

He followed them to battlements where they fired bolt after bolt at a very fast moving shadow as it covered the remaining distance to the outer wall. He cursed as shot after shot missed the rogue and finally cheered when he was apparently hit and tumbled over the outer wall into the moat. By then Ork archers had arrived on the outer wall and began firing more arrows after the, now hopefully dead, scout.

Now that he was confident that things were more under control his curiosity pulled him toward the War chief’s quarters... he had a growing sense of foreboding and he wanted to put his misgivings to rest. As he approached the building, however, he heard the not so scattered murmurings that the War chief had been killed by an assassin's arrow... that he'd been shot in the head while sitting in his own council chambers. "This cannot be," he thought to himself. He learned a portion of the grim truth of the matter as he heard the words of Inelukar Cunningmind addressing the War Chief's guards,

"How did you allow this to happen!? You ignorant fools, the War Chief should be in the front line tonight.. He is in weak condition' and if he falls.. I will make sure you fall with him, understood!?" He paused for a moment before piercing one Ork with an icy stare, "We need to hurry things up.. Get everyone ready..!

As the troops dispersed to carry out their orders Draakich simply stood there in stunned silence. These humans had come here and done what the Orks thought impossible to do. This was just one more thing, attacking the War Chief in the very center of his own stronghold, that just simply should not have happened. He raised himself up to his full massive height... Draakich was big even for an Ork.

"Lord Inelukar!" He fairly roared for all to hear. "I can feel it as thickly lain about this place as the blood that will shortly soak the ground red outside that gate. The War Chief is slain by the enemy..." he paused sweeping the onlookers with a withering glare, "...no doubt they will consider this a monumental victory over us and I say we cannot let this stand. Orks do not lay down when a fellow warrior falls in battle another simply fills the gap left by the fallen. It should be no different now. Lord Inelukar the Cunningmind... it should be you who fills this gap. With your wisdom guiding the might of our troops we will make these humans pay. What say you!"

OOC: Sorry about this, I was in larp, going to one tomorrow again.
And Dragon Skull, re-post or be removed from the storyline, your last post broke the guildelines and tho shall not affect the storyline.

IC:
Draakich, Me? If you ask for it, my friend. I cannot refuse. I shall lead us out of here, and we will give our warchief a proper burial. Glory and might for him!
Inelukar roared.. He was broken to pieces inside, but he didint show his emotions to others..
Let us gather in the Halls of Honour Guard.. I shall create a plan there...
Summon the priests,generals and other honour guard..
While later, in the Halls of Honour Guard, with a torch as the only light in the room, reinforced doors closed and locked, no one could interupt them...Everyone stood in bitterness, everyone of them now has a fury against the humankind', it gives them strength.
Friends. You already know that our Warchief has fallen, glory to his name..
As one of the Warchief's trusted generals and a honour guard, I shall take a lead on this quest. That shall lead us into our destiny..
Soon, when everything is prepeared. We open the gate and shoot the wretched humans with crossbows,ballistae, bows and magic. Every ranged weapon we have. Then we rush out of this city..
This may sound like a suicide mission, but its worth the risk..
We need to move near the Great Wall.. Rush trough the human encampment to the bridge that leads to the Valley of Honour and burn the bridge behind us, the river is deep and stormy enough to make sure no one is able to pass from it...
This requires sacrifice, the revolution calls, and I shall be first in line..
Make sure everyone knows about this, and be ready.. The time has come...

________________________________________ ______

OOC: I will be away this weekend, allow me to open the gates and keep a speech at the same time, thank you..

[Ulcis Cor]

"If I may, Lord Inelukar, I would suggest that our initial ground assault, after the missile bombardment, be carried out as if we were trying to batter down through a heavy door. I suspect the enemy will form a tight shield wall to hinder our advance.

Allow me to gather ten of our strongest warriors and we shall follow closely beside you in the first line with a massive battering ram. If we form our lines correctly for the charge the humans will not figure out what is about to happen until it is entirely to late. Even if they do their only choice will to give way or be crushed and bashed aside by the ram. This manuver should allow a large contingent of our troops to penetrate their lines and break them up a bit." He paused chuckling. "It will be utter chaos."

[Chungo]

OOC: Throwing this together real quick, taking family out to dinner in 10 minute, so I can join this thread before it gets to far along.

Salaka shoves the male orc off her bed, slids off the opposited side of the bed, grabs her double axe and stands up.

A growl issues from the male as he struggles to get up.
"Leave or die" barks Salaka, one less orc for the up and coming battle wont make a difference, she thinks.

Another growl comes from the male but he backs up and leaves her room. Salaka lays her weapon on her bed and looks over her armor. Its in need of repair but will have to do as she begins to done the half-plated armor.

Once completed she leaves her room, walks down the hall and out the front door.

She bellows out "Hyenas, to me!"

At first nothing happens, than male orcs come pouring out of various buildings half dressed and cursing angrily. A few glance her way but she stares them down.

In the time it takes to done armor, female Orks began to flow out of the same buildings that the males came out of earily. All in all, a score and a half females stand in unison in front of Salaka.

"Horses!" She bellows again. Two hands of her Orks leave and within a couple hundred heartbeats return each with a large Warhorse.

"Its time to take our place in this up and coming battle." and finishes with a loud maniacal laughter. Sound the rest of her brood join in and the sound of this laughter echos throughout the city.

[Dragon Skull]

Dragon Skull, re-post or be removed from the storyline, your last post broke the guildelines and tho shall not affect the storyline.


Nah, just remove me. Sorry I messed this up. Ill just add RPing to the list of stuff I suck at. :o

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Nah, just remove me. Sorry I messed this up. Ill just add RPing to the list of stuff I suck at. :o
its not that hard. the post itself wasn't too bad, you just have to remember to leave room for the other characters to react as they want to..

[Lord of Ages]

Coming to the Bridge of Ancients, Ulric Redmane, a dwarven mage smith and engineer, who was transporting some armor, wepons, and resourced for new types of seige engines that he had just designed to market was stopped by at a check point manned by Humans.

Human Soldier: Halt there.

*Ulric, who was smoking his clay pipe, gave the reigns of the horse pulling his cart a tug, stopping it*

Ulric: And why do I have to stop, lad?

Human Soldier: We are currently engaging in a seige on an orkish city, master dwarf. It would not be wise for you to go any further. These orks have been under seige for days now, they will surely kill you and take what your transporting.

Ulric: A seige against orks ye say? *Ulric chuckles with a smile and takes his pipe out of his mouth* Lad, ive been dealing with orks since before ye were in swaddling cloth.

Human Soldier: Reguardless, sir, we cannot allow you to pass.

*Ulric, still with a smile on his face, sat back in his seat and though for a moment, putting his pipe back to his lips and taking a few puffs.*

Ulric: Alright then lad, Ill tell ye what. I'd like to meet with whom ever is in charge of the seige. Id like to sell ye fine gentlemen my wares.

*with that, Ulric pulled off the cover sheet he had over his cart, revealing some of the finest swords, maces, axes and armor he'd ever crafted. All of the men gathered around, staring at goods in the cart. The solider who'd been talking to Ulric looked up and smiled*

Human Soldier: Well then, master dwarf, let us escort you to the base then. One question for you before we proceed, good sir.

*Ulric raises an eyebrow*

Human Soldier: May we buy some of these armor and weapons now?

*Ulric laughed heartily with a big smile on his face*

Ulric: Hahahaha! Gather round lads! These are the finest mage smith crafted armor and weapons to ever grace Agon! Help yer selves! That'll be fifty gold coins for fine warriors such as yer selves!

After a few minutes, the soldiers, now clad in Ulric's armor and weilding his weapons, began to escort Ulric to the commader of the Humans. Ulric, with a massive grin on his face, puffed on his pipe and drove his cart. However, there were still orks roaming about. Though he may have not looked it, Ulric was on the look out for attackers. He rested his left hand on his axe for comfort. This day was far from over.......

[Nehemia]

"If I may, Lord Inelukar, I would suggest that our initial ground assault, after the missile bombardment, be carried out as if we were trying to batter down through a heavy door. I suspect the enemy will form a tight shield wall to hinder our advance.

Allow me to gather ten of our strongest warriors and we shall follow closely beside you in the first line with a massive battering ram. If we form our lines correctly for the charge the humans will not figure out what is about to happen until it is entirely to late. Even if they do their only choice will to give way or be crushed and bashed aside by the ram. This manuver should allow a large contingent of our troops to penetrate their lines and break them up a bit." He paused chuckling. "It will be utter chaos."

Inelukar laughs.. Then slams his fist into the table..
The humans will have no idea who they are against.... They think were weak and starving.. Were running soon out of supplies, but that doesnt mean we havent ate or drank enough' for now..
He draw a line into the map where they should go...
The most protective way to the valley of heroes is near the great wall, with using massive battering ram, missile bombardment and teamwork..
This will be still a challenge enough'
Inelukar grins in cruelty...Prepeare everything, we shall rush out of here tonight'
Inelukar looks into everyone's eyes and nods...
With you by my side. We shall give our people hope, you are dismissed. Warriors...

[Aerys Kain]

Aerys sat rigid in his saddle as Sir Elias approached from behind, his eyes fixed on the gate at the entrance to the Ork stronghold. The professional soldier was taking note of every aspect of the landscape he could; the slightly uneven terrain just outside of the entrance, the width of the gate itself and how many Orks could walk through shoulder to shoulder, things of that nature. Elias' voice broke Aerys from his revere, and the knight turned in his saddle to respond to the camp's commander.

"Greetings again, Sir Elias. My compliments on your preperation for the assault, the ranks are in top form and the men are disciplined and work with purpose. These are good, strong soldiers, and the Orks in their unchecked rage and desperation will find our legions difficult to sway indeed.

It would be my honor to lead the southern charge, Sir. Malut himself couldn't stop me from getting to that gate, and when we've carved our way through the Orks and we hold the gate open, our men can enter and take the city. The bloody stronghold of O-Tarhok-kar shall rest in the hands of men at the end of this night Sir Elias, Morgaine wills it and her will be done."

Aerys glanced once more at the gate leading into the Orkish stronghold, and as he gazed out across the battlefield he could see the golden rays of the sun shine their last of the day, bathing the cloudy sky in a myriad of orange and red color. The world seemed tinted with blood before the battle had even commenced. Aerys smiled bitterly to himself, and thought of the demons in their chaotic plane dancing with glee in anticipation at the carnage about to be wrought. They would see their share of blood spilled tonight.

Aerys looked back at Elias, a small smile crossing his face, "See you at the gate."

Without another word, Aerys returned his great helm to his head and rode off in the direction of the shield wall standing before the gate. He had shed his travelling cloak and now wore only the unadorned, gleaming, heavy plate mail armor he had earlier taken from the armory. The scarlet red plume atop his helm waved like a banner in the wind, and Aerys knew that with his impressive height and mounted as he was on Tempest, the plume would serve as a beacon for his men to follow and rally behind.

As he neared the shield wall, the knight could begin to make out the expressions on the faces of the men standing at the ready. They were tired and scared, human to a one, but they held their shields high and their lances steady. A feeling of pride swelled in the knight's chest even though he haden't known or served beside any of these men until this moment. He rode Tempest in front of the men arrayed at the gate, riding up and down the length of the shield wall and looking out at the men's faces. They were turned upwards now, watching this shining figure riding before them, and slowly Aerys came to a halt and pointed his lance high in the air. Aerys knew better than most that his grim and solitary nature did not make him the most inspiring of figures, however, he had lived his entire life by war and he knew what soldiers needed to hear before the fight.

"Form ranks!" Aerys barked, his deep and powerful voice carrying across the field.

The men snapped to attention, tightening their formation and almost bringing the borders of their tower shields together. Row after row of long pikes extended out from the gaps between the shields, held by the ranks of men at and behind the front of the shield wall. Each man that stood behind another held his shield and pike up in the same manner, ready to move forward and take the place of a comrade should he fall in battle.

"Remember," Aerys called out again, "no holes in the lines! Keep the ranks tight and structured. Remember your training and your discipline! If I see the lines fall, the Orks will be the last thing you have to worry about. Hold the line!"

Aerys brought his own lance crashing against his kite shield for emphisis, causing Tempest to rear slightly at the sound. The men cried out at the sight of the gleaming rider, and they in turn began beating their own pikes against their shields, accompanied by a low, throaty growl that could be heard over the clamor of the armaments. Aerys held his lance high for a moment longer, his eyes once again scanning the faces of the men before him. They now looked fiercely determined, oblivious to the danger and peril before them. No sweet words or resignation to death for men such as these, only the reaffirmation of their strength and their duty. They were soldiers, and they had a job to do and they would do it.

As the men quieted and returned to their tightly formed ranks, Aerys turned Tempest and rode off in the direction of the southern column of Elias' knights. When he arrived, Aerys could see some of the knights giving him quizzical looks from behind their visors, and more than one glanced back in the direction of the shield wall. Aerys remained silent under their scrutiny, accustomed to the alienation from the nobility that came with the understanding of the common man. Besides, these knights did not require someone reminding them of their discipline and duty, for one did not rise to the rank of knight by forgetting those concepts when they mattered most. They would follow Sir Elias' orders to the letter, and their commander had ordered them to follow this barbaric knight so that is what they would do. They would follow Aerys into the thick of combat.

A smile crossed Aerys' face again, as he thought that the knights behind him probably had the most difficult job in the alliance at the moment.

[Chungo]

Salaka and her pack, left their quarters, slightly southwest of the Hall of Honour Guard, and began marching to the Hall of Warchief. As they reached the gates to the upper quarters Orcs were emerging from the Hall of Warchief.

[Ulcis Cor]

As Draakich walked from the council chambers of the War Chief he noticed a glowering group of female Ork warriors as their leader, Salaka, finished her statement of reprisal, "... and they didn't even consult us. It's not like we weren't without representation, was it Helfa?" The large female growled. He continued to stand off a bit as their representative in the council approached and explained the plans which had been outlined. He thought Salaka seemed pleased and he hoped she'd be more please when he offered the bulk of her pack including herself to help with the ram. Standing to his full height he strode purposely right up to Salaka.

"Mistress Salaka," he boomed as she noticed his approach. "No doubt you've been apprised of the sitution and by the looks of you it is not wholly unagreeable. I have been given leave to recruit ten of our strongest warriors to carry the ram for this breakout at our new War Chief's side. Since your pack is largely reputed as some of our strongest..." He didn't feel the need to finish his request with words. He simply bowed his head in respectful salute and awaited her response.

[Chungo]

Salaka stared at Draakich eyes trying to get a read on this male Ork. A hundred heartbeats went by before she returned the bow and than responded.

"Yes, my pack has some of the fiercest warriors, but" Salaka glance down, it was only for a fraction of a second, but she knew Draakich saw it. "not the strongest. Helfa here is the strongest of our lot, most likely she is stronger than alot of males, but there are easily ten hands of males here who are stronger than her."

Salaka eyes sparked and she spoke "Our pack has, has interacted" a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth at that last word "with a majority of the males here. Allow us the honor of gathering and preparing the ten warriors for this duty."

[Ulcis Cor]

If he saw the downward glance Draakich made no notice of it. Instead he nodded at Salaka's candid response and offered her his arm in a warriors hand shake to seal the deal. "For the good of our people and glory to the War Chief the honor shall be yours. I do not think any more suited to the task than you... all things concidered. I will leave you to it then, see you on the field." He saluted the female and turned away then, looking over his shoulder, he added, "Good hunting."

[yaweh]

: )

[RavenLord]

And I thought somebody continued the story :(
Oh well, I might be back soon, trying to reincarnate some of these great RP

[Nehemia]

A treacherous mist lands upon the land... A silent breeze sends the snow on the move...

Inelukar looks around'. The first line is fulfilled with the finest ork warriors. Hungering for blood....
Everything seems to be ready...
The ballistae and marksmen send the first wave of arrows in to the sky, they fly to other side of the gate, disappearing into the mist...
The orkish warbards start to play their drums..
Form, and keep the line! For honour! For the true warchief! Open the gate!
The gates starts opening slowly.. The first arrows fly to the other side of it..
Mist has become so thick you cant even see whats on the other side of the gate..
As the arrows and ballistae have shot hundreds of flaming arrows to the other side of the gate, The first line sets on the move...
Into the battle ride with fire dragon by our side!...
Inelukar rides towards the gate...
"So, this is it.. The moment all of us have been waiting for. Perhaps the last day of the Stormgauntlet clan, a glorius bloodshed this will be..."

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ooc: This is it, guys!

[Delusive]

As Delusive reached the end of his journey, he found himself at the rear of a great human army. It seemed that they were putting everything into this final clash of man versus beast, and he was going to be part of it…knowing it would cost him his life.

As he approached the camp, guards blocked his path asking "What business do you have here? A war is underway and we urge travelers to turn away!"

"I was under the impression that during times of war, men were needed to fight the battles!" replied Delusive.

"Aye, indeed they are. But by the looks of that sword you carry on your back, I doubt you would get it lifted before you were cut down by an orc! And you call that armor? Leather is not suiting for a battle with orcs. Hell, it’s not suitable for any battle unless you’re a ranger, which is obvious you are not since you carry no bow or arrow!" The guards began to laugh.

The sword Delusive was carrying was massive. It was the height of the boy himself, which was every bit of six feet. Its width was also the same as the boys, for you could see either side of it from behind his back. His armor was non existent, wearing only black leather for protection.

"Don’t worry about me," said Delusive, "I don’t plan to return from this battle anyway. But I do promise to take down many orcs along with me! Now if you will point me in the direction of the foot soldiers, I’ll take my place with them!"

As the guards lead Delusive to the gathered army, he was preparing himself mentally for the battle. Remembering the events that brought him here.

"Five years now, has it been that long? I was only twelve when those damned beasts attacked my home. Killing every man, woman, and child…all but one. They stole my mother, father, and brother from me! I have trained for the past five years for this day, the day of my revenge. I will tear apart as many as I can, and then join you soon…my family."

As they reached their destination, an officer stepped forward. "What is this? How dare you bring a boy to the battlefield!"

The guards hung their heads, "We apologize, but this ‘boy’ wishes to fight so we brought him to you."

"I’ll take care of this," barked the officer "now return to your post!"

As the soldiers walked away, the officer surveyed the boy. "How old ye be, boy? Eighteen, nineteen at the most."

"I’m seventeen." replied Delusive. "And my name is Delusive, not boy!"

The officer stood for a moment. It had been some time since he had heard any lip from someone so young. Most men of his age wouldn’t dare get an attitude with an officer. "And what be the rest of yer name?"

"I have no other name. I shed my name the day the orcs killed my parents. It’s been five years since I last heard my true name. So long, that I can’t even remember it."

"Well Delusive, the battlefield is not the place for a child…"

"I am not a…"

"Silence! When I am speaking, you listen!" barked the officer. "Though a child you are, I can tell you have seen many a hardship. Though never seeing your skill in battle, to survive five years alone and to make it this far, I can tell you are a warrior. You have seen death and slaughter, and I believe it was destiny that brought you here. I will let you fight, but do know you may die tonight."

"I am ready for death! In fact, I have no intention of returning from this battle. But I do intend to kill some orcs and re-unite with my family this night."

At this, the officer fell silent. Thinking to himself, "This poor child was meant to die long ago. Rage has kept him alive and strong, and tonight his rage will set him free."

"Well, Delusive, you may follow me and my men into battle! May your blade strike down your foes, and may your journey to re-unite with your family be an honorable one."

With that statement, the officer turned and led Delusive to the front of the foot soldiers. Tonight, Delusive would have his revenge and meet up with his family whom he has missed for so long!

[Ulcis Cor]

The gates opened painfully slow for Draakich. Salaka had chosen his ram bearers well. At his side were some of the most fiercely brutal warriors and berserkers the Stormguantlet clan had ever known. He'd spoken with each of them in turn and they all understood that they were drive into and through the human lines as far as possible. The goal was such that many warriors might penetrate deeply into human ranks thus destroying the advantage of their pikes and whatever use their cavalry might have been.

"Ready yourselves," he barked. "Remember what you are! You are the finest killers and destroyers of the Stormguantlet clan! Once through the human lines look for their commanders! Cut them down and the rest will falter!"

The gate was full opened now and Draakich along with ram bearers marched forward in time with the war drums. He began a sort chant in between drum beats... a short but loud "RAAA!" Alone one Ork didn't sound like much but soon the entire line had joined in. Some even began to beat weapons against shields. Glorious bloodshed indeed.

[Chungo]

"For the good of our people and glory to the War Chief the honor shall be yours. I do not think any more suited to the task than you... all things concidered. I will leave you to it then, see you on the field." He saluted the female and turned away then, looking over his shoulder, he added, "Good hunting."

As Draakich walked away Salaka turned towards Helfa and in a low voice spoke.
"Bring me Broak"
Salaka turned towards another member of her pack and repeated her order but calling for a different male. Salaka repeated the process another eight times.

As the two hands worth of her pack went off to collect the same amount of males, Salaka turned to towards Bhulga.

"We dont have much time, gather our shamans."

Salaka rushed back to their den with her remaining pack. Salaka ordered all furniture out of the feast hall. She than had a goat brought in, slit its throat and gathered its flowing blood into small clay containers. Salaka than had the blood poured onto the ground. A circle within a circle. A star was than painted, with its outer five points connecting to the outer cirlce while its inner five points connecting to the inner circle. Looking from above the inner circle contained a Pentagon while the outer circle contained the star, the inner circle and the pentagon.

The shamans arrived and Bhulga led them to a group of marked large clay pots next to dark gray cauldron with multiple handles on its side. One of the shamans lifted one of the pots off the ground and poured the contents from one of the clay pots into a large iron cauldron. The shaman, placed one end of a large wooden staff into the pot, began to chant, holding the other end of the staff with her right hand the shaman began a slow counter clockwise circle around the cauldron. A second shaman repeated the process of the first. Within a minute seven shamans surrounded the cauldron chanting, one end of their staffs in hand, while the othe hand was in the cauldron. The shamans moved as one, at times turning, switching the staff from one hand to the other rotating between clockwise and counter clockwise.

The ten pack members, ordered to bring a specific male, soon began to arrive. The males were stripped and washed by Salaka's pack mates. Sharpened daggers were than used to shave all the hair off the males.

Once cleaned the males were than placed onto one of the ten connecting points within the goat blooded symbol. One hand worth of males were placed on the outer circle, while the other hand were place on the inner circle.

The seven shamans stopped their movement, released their staffs and grabbed one of the seven handles on the cauldron. They lifted the cauldron and began walking in a clockwise motion. As individuals the shamans walked in a circle but as a group the shamans and cauldron moved towards the blood painted symbol and the two hands worth of males.

As they reached the first male, Salaka brought seven ladles and handed one to each shaman. The shamans than dipped their ladle into the thick blue paint. Each drew out a ladle full of paint, began to chant as, one at a time, they poured the paint onto the head of the male Ork.

Three members of the pack, naked, than surrounded the males and with their washed hands rubbed the paint onto the males body. The shamans moved towards another male and repeated the process.

Soon all the males were covered from head to toe in dark blue paint. The naked pack members were ordered to leave the feast hall and wash off any paint that landed on their bodies.

The shamans placed the cauldron within the very center of the inner circle. They all turned and placed their backs toward the cauldron and started up another chant. Soon the shamans were stomping their feet in unison, as their voices became louder and louder. The paint still within the cauldron began to glow. As the chant reached its climax, the shamans placed their ladle into the cauldron, with drew the glowing paint and poured, as one, the paint onto the blood of the Pentagon within the inner circle. Suddenly the blood began to glow spreading quickly out. Soon the blood and the male orcs were glowing, the blood glowing red while the male orks glowed a dark deep blue. The shamans voices were straining as they continued to chant and than in harmony they stopped, as the sun disappeared from the horizon, and within moments the glow faded away.

The shamans turned and dropped their ladle into the empty cauldron, circle the cauldron once and in a single file walked out of the feast hall.

Salaka than spoke in a loud voice to the males.

"You all understand your task in the up and coming battle. This ritual, this paint will protect you til the next sunset. The paint will protect you from blows as if you are wearing full plated armor. The paint will provide resistances against all manner of spells. You are not expected to survive this fight. In fact, even with this paint its most likely you wont survive six hundred heartbeats into this battle. However, if you were to survive the battle this paint will kill you, at the next sunset, in a most uncomfortable manner."

"You will be remembered and within ten of us we carry your children."

Salaka than made and held eye contact with each male for a few heartbeats.
Nodding to them, or to herself, Salaka spoke once more, in a whisper, but was heard clearly by the males and her pack, who had been silently entering back into the feast hall.

"Its time."

[Ulcis Cor]

[OOC: WOW Chungo! That was really excellant... I actually hope they have a ritual like that in game. That would rock for sieges. hehe.]