Bloody Grass

[Hobolympic 1093]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuwkTuy612I

 

Grand King Balek Irongut lay in his bed. Fighting off a terrible illness, he thrashed back forth, and thought of the coming battle. He would give all to attend, but it could not happen. Today he would need to trust in his commanders. In the might of his comrades. He held hope in his heart that the Brathmordakin would see his kin through this day.

 

On the walls of Kal’Ekknar, the Dwarves and other supporters stood in rows. Beaten. Battered. But not broken. A wind swept across the icy tundra, sending a chill through their bones. Today they would lay all on the line. It was life or death. Not only for them, but for all those who called themselves a supporter of Urguan.

 

As a heavy rain fell, they looked off into the distance. Without warning, the first boulder came breaking out of the mist, flung by an orcish war machine. The projectile slammed into the wall, smashing stone to bits as the defenders scrambled to get out of it’s way. Another boulder came from the South, crashing into the weakening walls. To remain still would mean death, the Dwarves had to move.

 

Skirmishers kept the orcs at bay, riding down any who straggled behind, or came to close. They kept the enemy from spreading out, and secluded them to their palisades. Agor sent work to the Marshal, now was the time to advance.  Those who manned the wall instead came to the ground and marched towards the small wooden siege camp. Within were the Orcs, snarling and calling for blood. Now was the moment of truth. Victory, or defeat. Life, or death.

 

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The two armies clashed, smashing into each other in a bloody hoard. Little by little the orcish lines broke. In a fury of vengeance, the Dwarves pressed the advance until the orcish formations were shattered. Some ran, but others chose to fight, and to die with weapon in hand. With the Iron Uzg broken, the Dwarven warriors swept across the battlefield, cutting down all those in their path. Today the Dwarves would be victorious, today they would take revenge.

 

 

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"Oh let me tell you a tale

That proves the dwarven might

The Orcs May be green

But grass lost their fight

 

The marshall was ordering

but the groups were three

the orcish trebuchets

they fell like a tree

 

With the Power of Grandaxes

And the Frostbeard Might

The strength of the dwarves

Now shines so bright"

 

 

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[Lima 774]

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTbswd1Q3-o

 

Lori, also bedridden with illness picks up a banjo and begins to chime a strong to the returning legionnaires.

 

Skycastle Lager was free tonight, at his command. Many would end up drunk in the tavern after the wounded were tended too.

[Crowbill 493]

"Aww fek yeah, that wus bloodeh awsum!" Hellio yells while drinking at the Frostbeard clan hall.

[Bobby123 115]

Sharr cheese with drunken delight, the battle was fun, the mowing down of Orcs from his high horse Malcum was much to witness

[Eldritch Lagomoprha 81]

*Gamzee Glogol rolls up a huge ball of grass and then throws it through Balek's window into his bedroom*

[Skippy 2466]

"Ave Red Urguan!" A dwarven worker would yell, cleaning off his bloodied pickaxe.

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

A local painter publishes his latest work commemorating the battle.

 

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Agnar Ireheart looks around the field seeing dead Uruks, and mercenaries

seeing the dwarves cheer screaming

 

"VICTOREH!! WEH DONAH ET LADS!"

"ARUU ARUU!"

 

Agnar looks around again at the dead dwarves then cheering

"FUR URGUAN AND DUNGRIM! ARUU ARUU!."

[Raomir 1855]

Varuk grunts as he removes his sword from the head of the Rex and turns to continue battle elsewhere. But as he turns a hammer smacks him in the face, knocking him out for some time. 

 

When Varuk came back to his senses, the battle was slowly wrapping up. As he looked around, the green grass was stained with the dark blood of the Orcs. With a grin on his face, he slinged his blade over his shoulder and joined the column of Dwed singing their songs and marching back to the Capital.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol rests, after having taken a trebuchet fireball right to the face, his skin healed now, but scarred. "Kavir Oz Orkos!"

[Alakabam 582]

 

Rhorik would be chilling in his home, not being able to make it to the battle.

 

Dropping a mad flow on one of his discs as he mows some of the grass on his lawn.

 

#MightyLawns

[Galendar 631]

Agor Grandaxe gives a subtle nod as the armies charge after his word to Jorik and the horsemen. Following in the line of cavalry, he would go on to kill many orcs before the battle wrapped up. He let out a sigh of relief as his plan had succeeded. The day was won. Had it not been for all the brave and valiant dwed, the battle would have been lost.

"Teh Battle ohf Teh Bloodeh Grass mus' always beh remember'd."

[gandalfo 1452]

Darid would be sitting in a bar after the battle. "Ave Red Urguan!"

[chaotikal 2392]

A merchant runs around.

 

 

"SELLING ORC SALT, PREMIUN ORC SALT, TAKEN FROM THE WAGH HORN AND UZG GRASS!"

 

 

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[Booklight12 481]

 

((Might wanna change your post man, that's a little too trolly))

 

Ni'Klaus Visconti grunts as he pulls the blade of his partisan spear out of the gullet of a dying orc on the ground watching as the orc gasps for his final breaths, though Ni'Klaus coldly wipes his bloody spearhead off with the dying orcs leather armor, and loincloth before gazing over to the cheering dwarves with a frown "T'ese folk cheer even though t'er men lay numerous on t'e ground.. Now 'ese time to morn t'e loses not celebrate t'e kills.." The human simply shakes his head catching one last sight at the blood drenched battlefield, and the corpses of Dwarf, Orc, Olog, Man, and even some elves that litter the battlefield with a sigh before holstering his spear again onto his back and making his way towards the dwarven capitol to collect his pay for the battle.