Death Of A Wardog

[lawnmowerman 3040]

 

 

As the green-skinned figure trekked through the craggy Uzg, it's meaty digits anxiously curled around his corroded war-cleaver, he mumbled to himself, "Dah urukz are nubthing but a skahing joke...", spitting a thick, befouled patch of saliva onto the lands, heading to Petrus, longing for combat.

 

Kraaho strode into the capital, the blue eyes skimming neatly over the few order-men there, along with a Petrus guard or two, a crowd settled around the gallant footmen and men-at-arms. He sauntered between the squire, Aster, along with his comrade, Ronald Cassius. The two order-men put on an annoyed expression, Aster retorting with a cold "Watch yourself."

 

The orc would twist his bulked figure to face the men, a golden two-handed axe kept slung over his shoulder, as he'd purse his lips, greeting them with a confident tone. "Mi challenze all uf latz at an hunurary klomp." he exclaimed with his botched and booming voice, "Meet mi in zuh square."

 

The crowd would follow the uruk, as he made his way into the gallows area, before he'd point his weapon at Ronald, his wrist motioning to step forwards, stating orderly  "Latz klomp mi fyrzt."

 

The valiant Ronald strode forth, drawing his longsword in a brisk manner, a metallic rasp bursting through the rough crowd, overwhelming the voices of the people gathered around the commotion.

 

 

Kraaho took an agitated pace onwards, getting into his fighting stance, grasping the throat of his axe with his left hand, the right one wrapped around the belly part. Ronald would calmly slide a right foot forth, a stoic expression looming upon his rugged visage. As the orc and man-at-arms engaged in the fight, Audbjorn made his way behind the vicious beast, holding dearly onto his weapon, Aster flanking to Audbjorn's left, standing beside a few market stalls, a kite-shield tucked to his chin, and an arming sword held by his waist.

 

Kraaho took a whirly swing for Ronald's abdomen, his axe digging crookedly into the chest-plate below the adorned white tabard, a creak heard upon the impact. The uruk then swayed his head forth, crushing it brutishly against the man's forehead, knocking him out cold. Baron Fournier soon made his way into the bustling city, unslinging a finely made crossbow from his back, sliding a bolt into it's firing groove, standing promptly beside the young Sergius de Bar, that watched the commotion with a listless expression.

 

As Ronald fell to the ground, the orc turned himself to Aster, only to take a quick step back, the squire's longsword sliding past his upper calf, the orc releasing a pained grunt. Audbjorn took an irritated step forwards, jabbing his blade for the beast's side. The orc would flail his axe around, Charles Fournier's crossbow's bolt flying into the orc's back, as he'd howl in a raspy manner. Sergius de Bar then took a mindful march onwards, his glorified longsword thrusting forth at Kraaho's gut, impaling it with ease, blood splattering itself onto the young boy's tabard and sabatons.

 

The greenskin had been slain, Aster Stonne's blade striking neatly at his spine, creating a wide gash before Kraaho slumped limply into the ground, a pool of crimson forming itself around the fresh carcass.

 

The swarm of people around the order-men shouting in protest of the unrighteous slaughter... forgetting that the orcs have frequently enslaved, bandited and butchered the good citizens of Oren...

[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath'Lur sheds a tear in memory of his dead memegical friend

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Fizldank subconsciously thanks the bannerman for slaying the traitor.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Marvin laughs merrily, throwing minas into the crowd. "Good show! Good show!"

[Delrof 381]

"******* orc interrupted my romantic dinner with my beautiful wife, down with the bastard!" taunts Ragnar

[Cleggmire_ 130]

"One of his damned friends tried to eat me. **** him. May the creator have mercy on his soul

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

The swarm of people around the order-men shouting in protest of the unrighteous slaughter... forgetting that the orcs have frequently enslaved, bandited and butchered the good citizens of Oren...

 

Hu-din sits happy as the person gets slaughtered after he tried to start so many issues with Oren soldiers. 

[KoTo 610]

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