Domination!

[herculean_wud 3662]

Qkadahfii made his way up from the lower deck and over to the ships side. He wrapped his large olog arm around one of the many wooden curves that the ship possessed and looked over the horizon at the beautiful sun rise. The sunrise was so beautiful it even made an ologs jaw drop. He noticed something in the distance. Was it an Island? No. Was it land? No. He squinted even harder, trying to make out the large object's outline. It was a ship! A ship laden with gold and pure white flags. It belonged to the Salvians, a nation he held certain despise towards. He made no hesitation to arm himself and depart from his sea travelling domain. The morning sea air was dry and the stereotypical scent of salt lingered. Qkadahfii cannon balled into the sea, something he took great amusement from and began swimming to wards the grand galleon, determined to gain his 'prize.' He reached the ship, wrapping his right fhand around the side of the ladder. He continued, sluggishly wedged his right foot into one of the ladder rungs, then his left in the one above and began climbing up the wooden ladder. His only means of getting onto the ship creaked profoundly a rocked substantially, barely managing to support his weight. In fact a few of the lower rungs broke under the severe application of weight. Qkadahfii hauled himself onto the deck, all was quiet. Not a single Salvian was in sight. So, being the proud uruk he was, he declared the ship his own! "DIZ AM MI ZHIP, ZKAH-HUULZ!" he bellowed with pride, observing the main body of the ship from the poop deck triumphantly. For a few seconds all was quiet. Nothing stirred. But then, a slurry of about five Salvians Emerged from their cabins. A few wielding weapons...

 

One, an elf, laughed in his face, "Har Har. You, taking over OUR ship? Pft, don't be daft." Qkadahfii just laughed back, cradling his Flatten-er, 'Klompah,' in his arms. "DIZ AM MI ZHIP NUW!" he growled, this time with a lot more aggression. "DIZ AM MI ZHIP!" It seemed he was repeating himself, each time he said it the aggression in his voice became increasingly clearer until he finally raised his bludgeon and swung for Areni, a young elven girl. The blunt, anvil shaped lump of solid ferrum smashed into her upper arm, shattering her scapula and breaking her humerus. The unpleasant sound of bones cracking rang through the crisp sea air. "WAAAGH!!" the fuming orc roared, the loud roar drowning out Areni's screams. Casper, a friend of the elf rushed to the aid of her friend. It was too late. Qkadahfii swung the Flatten-er over his head and plunged it downwards, the solid lump of iron coming into contact with the fallen elf's skull, crushing it in an instant. Her head was shattered upon contact with the heavy bludgeon, blood and brains flying out across the deck. She had met a grisly demise to say the least...

 

Qkadahfii panted angrily, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He turned to his right. A human by the name of 'Will' had a dagger drawn, maybe planning an attack? Well, Qkadahfii couldn't let this happen. He charged as fast as his chubby olog legs could take him, his flattener, 'Klompah' outstretched in front of him. Will sidestepped, letting the Orc run past and nearly collide with the railing, but Qkadahfii didn't give him. He charged back towards Will, who was attempting to get the weeping friend of the elf, Areni off the blood spattered floor. The infuriated uruk just kept running, his flatten-er outstretched sideways, to the right of him. Will was mowed down by the charging uruk, the girl on the other hand was smacked in the temple with the the uruks deadly weapon. Her head whipped backwards as she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Qkadahfii looked up to the other Salvians and roared, bringing the Flatten-er back down to his side, preparing his next attack.

 

As he raised the bludgeon once again, a new-comer arrived up the ladder. She had no weapon but Qkadahfii needed blood, lots of it! He kicked at the floor-boards, readying himself to charge at the group of the three Salvians. What was to happen next was least expected. Bjorn of Bearhill clambered up the ladder, unsheathing his blade and slicing at the girl who had just arrived. She didn't anticipate the attack and abruptly fell to the ground. Bjorn calmly approached the whimpering girl he had just attacked and remorselessly cut her throat. Qkadahfii was even for surprised at the, yet another, new arrival but it seemed the new-comer was about to help him further. The red orc lay eyes upon Bjorn, giving the three surviving Salvians an opportunity to escape. They took the oppurtinity and retreated to the poop deck. The Orc shifted his large olog body so that he was facing the three survivors, Bjorn proceeded towards the orc and stood beside him. "Good fight orc."

"Agh latz tuu." Qkadahfii replied, diverting his gaze from the three back to Bjorn.

"Shall we?" He said, tilting his head and gesturing towards the Salvians.

No fighting was to continue, albeit. The three Salvians had already began escaping.

"Well, Uruk, It seems we have a boat."

"Yubyub!" Shouted the now apparently placid uruk.

"Well, its all yours." Shouted Bjorn as he began departing from the ship.

Qkadahfii removed his helmet and dropped his bludgeon, making his way towards the captains cabin and sat on one of the pine seats, cackling at his victory over the Salvians.

[Elad™ 560]

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