The Camp

[MatrixNeo585 10]

As dawn breaks snow falling lightly from the sky touching down on the ground.  A party of men make their way through the forest in their cloth armor and white fur coats with heavy leather backpacks carrying their wares.  Coming up to the edge of a treeline stopping looking around the clunking of their bags quieting as not a sound is heard.  Looking ahead they notice a pillar of smoke in a clearing.  Making their way through towards the pillar they enter the clearing to see a camp there with a few pitched tents and a blazing camp fire.  They make their cautious entrance into the camp looking about for it's inhabitants.  They begin to split up checking the tents for any signs of life as a shrill scream and gag is heard from one of the tents.  They charge towards the tent realizing the scream and gag was from of their own who now stands hunched over blowing chunks as they see that inside the tent lays four tightly bound and gagged dead bodies.

 

"What happened here?"  asks one of the men as he enters the tent himself looking in horror and the brutally murdered men, blood dripping from their skulls as a giant gash rests on the top of the skull.  "Who did this?"  asks another.  The party leader holding his hand up for silence "We just got here clearly none of us have an answer, and I highly doubt we will get any from them."  A snap is heard outside along with the silence of the gagging and hurling from outside replaced with the sound of a thud.  The men turning to look at the hulking shadow against the linen of the tent.  As an axe comes down cutting through the linen and the roar of an Ork following.  The men screaming in panic as an axe cuts one of their men down.  The sound of a sword unsheathing as the party leader regains his wits and begins to fight.

 

As the fight for their life commences with the sound of charging footsteps as more Orcs come through the treeline armed with their swords and axes outnumbering the merchant caravan.  The ring of metal clashing and screams of those impaled from both sides.  Blood spraying against the white snow as bodies thump to the ground.  The fighting quieting as the merchant caravan out-skill the orcs cutting them down.  The party leader standing there surrounded by the corpses of fallen comrades and foe blood sprayed against his clothes and the floor around him.

 

((On a side note I don't really know what I'm doing with this story kind of bored in school so I make these for the hell of it.  For those who enjoy well I will be continuing these random stories throughout the school year and some at home if I'm not to busy on the server.)) 

[Travista 1361]

(( How come everyone hates on orcs :,c ? And why are we unable to kill anyone other than people's parents D: ))

[MatrixNeo585 10]

((I don't know! I couldn't think of another foe!  Also I needed a semi happy ending as in humans win! P.S. Dwarves master race!))

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.