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The Battle Between Evil And Good [Part 2]

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Prepare For Battle



Orc's were lined up barging and shoving eachother whilst getting whipped by higher ranks. The heavy marching of metal footsteps could be heard from miles away. Squeals and horrifying shouts from the orc's terrified travellers.

Grom'la was at the front leading the pack of 642 uruks, goblins and Ologs. It would take them atleast four weeks to reach the grand kingdom of Uraguan. "HALT!" Grom'la shouted the orc's stopped in their place and waited for orders.

"Nealesh noightsh timesh" he growled "Shpread outz 'nd getsh woodsh 'nd fudz GRUK?" he shouted his voice boomed over the orc's. They scattered out in different directions searching for wood and food, hundreds came back with rabbits and a few came back with travellers corpses.


"Wi feasht thor strigz" Grom'la cheered he raised his arms in the air and began waving them about in excitement.

 

 

 

 



The Kings Guilt




The kings servant quietly went down the cellar to visit the king. "Sire I love you with all my heart and honour you with it but how can you be so selfish? To just abandon your fellow people like this! You have so much gold so why does it matter if a small percentage is missing!" the servant shouted.


The king climbed up from his hands and knees and dropped the golden coins from his hands. "How dare you speak to me like some sort of scum! I will have you killed and fed to the fishes!" Aibine threatened.

"We don't have any fishes for me to be fed upon. The people are hungry and they might think of moving away from your kingdom if you don't think of something sire" he said calmly.


Aibine glared at him "get out...GET OUT!" He shouted his voice resonated over the cellar walls.

The servant shook his head and began to walk back up the stairs mumbling to himself.

The king dropped to his knees and whimpered "Why do I have this curse upon me. I am a hoarder and a pity to myself!" the king said aloud.

 

 

Humans Rations

 

 

 

Horses with carriages full of food arrived at the kingdom of Uruguan. "Open the gates!" the man at the front asked. 

"'Nd o'h te'h feck are ye?" The Dwarven Guard on the watchtower asked keeping a firm grip on the lever to open the gates.

"We are the people of Oren. We have arrived to lend you food for your kingdom" the guard answered staring up at the dwarf.

Chains rattled and the gate raised "EVERE'H ON' FOOD 'S E'RE" the dwarf shouted merrily many dwarves ran out of the local tavern to greet and thank the humans.

 

"Sire?" the servant asked. "The humans of Oren have sent us food!" he exclaimed.

The king got up from his knees and rubbed his eyes "They did?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.

"Aye, 'nd lots of it!" the servant said happily.

 

The king extended his arm "Help me up the stairs will you boy?" he asked.

​"Of course Sire" the servant said gripping his arm tightly and pulling him slowly towards the stone steps as they walked they made a loud thumping noise throughout the cellar.

 

Once they got upstairs the king pulled off his servants grip and stumbled to his throne. He grasped his axe tightly and thumped it twice a cloud of dust rose to the top. The king coughed and then traipsed to the the thick reinforced wooden doors.

 

He used all his strength to open them. His servant was behind him gripping his shoulder "Welcome Humans of Oren!" he yelled to the crowd outside his castle. All the dwarves and thousands of humans crowded the area. "We are all very thankful of your decision to bring us food" he yelled.

The crowd was quiet, the king scratched the back of his neck with his thick fingers. "What else should I say" he whispered to his servant next to him "Say: We must repay you with something" the servant suggested. 

 

"However we must repay you with something. Perhaps 60 Dwarven servants might interest you? Or maybe we can build you houses and other establishments?" the king asked.

A human Guard stepped out from the crowd "Our king wants a share of gold for this offer" he said.

 

Aibine chuckled and then his face screwed up. The dwarves all glared at him there eyes squinting and a few murmurs could be heard. "H.How much of my 'gold' does he want?" he gulped. The soldier read out from a letter "The king wants enough to build two houses made of gold" the soldier looked up from the letter and studied the king.

 

The king grumbled to himself clenching his battleaxe tightly "Sire think of the people and how they are slowly starving!" the servant said.

"Fine take it. TAKE IT QUICK!" He shouted before coughing violently.

 

Scouting The Area

 

 

 

"What is that?" he asked

The other one sniffed the air "Orc's" he grumbled.

"There must be atleast five hundred there marching towards the south" he asked.

"Come Ray'ly we must worn our king!" Ray'ly's pointy ears twitched as he picked his bow from the ground and followed his friend. 

 

They ran as fast as they could through the forest. Their small feet sinking through the sludgy, thick mud.

They arrived at city of elves. They walked through towns with their bows clanking against their golden armour. They arrived at the gates of the temple where the Elvish king sits on his throne.

 

"Ah! Ray'ly and Kagh'ly what did your elvish eyes see when scouting the area" he asked intriguingly.

"We spotted an army of orc's about 600 of them marching towards the south" Kagh'ly said cathing his breath. "Did you engage?" the king asked suspiciously.

"No" Ray'ly interrupted.

 

"Hmm. South? that's where Uruguan kingdom of Dwarves is. Perhaps they are marching to...War!" the king asked not looking at the two.

"We have to warn them! They won't have enough men to fight!" Ray'ly said worried.

"We'll send 120 of our Guards and no more!" the king snapped.

"Now get out and gather the men and leave NOW!" he shouted.

 

The two scouter's left the Temple and ran to gather the Guards.

 

 

 

A War Is Going To Happen

 

 

 

 

It has been two weeks since the Orc's left for battle yet no warning has been sent apart from the Elves.

"What t'eh fock" the dwarf on the watchtower said aloud rubbing his eyes. 

A line of marching Elves coated in shiny golden armour came to the kingdom. 

"Can a'h help ye?" the Dwarf shouted down.

Ray'ly appeared from the crowd "We came to deliver a message ther...." the elf was interrupted "Seems loike a fockin' invasion ter me'h!" he answered back.

 

"Please Dwarf if you'd just listen. A pack of orc's have been seen marching towards the South heading this way they will reach here in a day or two or maybe three if you are lucky."

"Som' on' send fer te'h kin'!" the dwarf shouted down.

A dwarf hobbled to the kings castle.

Fifteen minutes later the king arrived to the gates with many dwarves following him. "Open up the gates. Allow them through!" Aibine shouted to the Dwarf on the watchtower. 

 

The dwarf hesitated but then did as he was told to. He pulled the lever downwards until the gates rose. Elves poured in not making single contact with any Dwarves. 

 

Ray'ly and Kagh'ly wandered towards the king "We have 120 men fighting for you. 80 of them are Archers and the rest are swordsmen" Kagh'ly said.

Aibine nodded his round head and stroked his beard his servant was next to him hiding behind the kings stocky body.

"Have all the Dwarves that can fight armoured and ready for battle, get children and women down into the Cellar!" he said to the servant. The servant nodded and began gathering guards to fight.

 

Orc's arrive at the kingdom

 

 

"LATZ CALLSH TISH SHRAIGHT LINEZ?" Grom'la shouted at the top of his lungs he scratched his green chest with his sharp, filthy fingernails. 

"GETSH 'N ORDER" He whipped the first two goblins at the front one of them fell onto the ground exhausted.

"Oi getsh upz" Grom'la said spitting on the goblin. The goblin hissed at Grom'la showing his small teeth.

Grom'la kicked it in the side and smiled "Dinnersh toimez" hundreds of orcs bundled the goblin. Flesh flew up in the air the tiny squawks of the goblin could be heard of the many orcs tearing away at it's skin and bones.

 

Grom'la motioned the orc's to follow him on and they continued their march towards Uruaguan.

 

Meanwhile at the kingdom Archers lined up at the high vantage points on houses, watchtowers and in the bushes outside of the kingdom to try and get an advantage from behind the orc's.

Dwarves stood at the gate lined up in a pack ready for war most of the armour were made of iron strong enough to block  even a diamond sword.

 

The king awaited inside his castle getting all women and children to the cellar.

 

Two hours passed and still no sign of orc's. 

Until a flicker of light could be seen at the end of the bridge then thousands of lights a heavy marching rumbled the bridge.

"Prepare to fire archers!" Ray'ly yelled the archers pulled back their string waiting for command. 

 

The orcs stopped and parted either side of the bridge allowing two 12ft Ologs carrying a thick tree trunk. They began charging at the metal gate the footsteps crumbled the bottom of the bridge.

"FIRE!" Kagh'ly shouted arrows flew at the pack of orc's and pierced many of them. They collapsed to the ground. "KLOMP KLOMP KLOMPZ!" Grom'la ran at the gate with his Scythe held high his facial expression was intimidating. He opened his mouth saliva spewed out and his teeth were ready to chomp on bones. The Ologs smashed the gate with the trunk. The gates bars shook and rattled but didn't break. 

 

"Open te'h fockin' gate we'll kil' em!" the Dwarf on the watchtower raised the gate 200 Dwarven soldiers charged at the orcs with their swords at their side.

Arrows flew everywhere and blood splattered all over the bridge many orcs passed through but Elves jumped out of the houses and Taverns to ambush them.

 

The slashing of swords scraping against armour was very loud and filled the air.

"Habrew grab me my Battleaxe. I'm going to war!" Aibine yelled.

"Sire you are not fit for war!" he said nervously.

"I SAID GRAB IT!" Habrew sighed and got the battleaxe.

Aibine gripped it and kicked open the castle doors he charged into battle swinging his axe in any direction it slammed against the rib cages of orcs.

 

Grom'la appeared from the crowd snarling at Aibine. Aibine held his battleaxe so tight his hands began hurting. Grom'la charged at the Dwarven king with scythe he turned it so that the handle face Aibine. The force of it knocked him onto the ground. 

The battleaxe crashed near him. Aibine tried reaching for it, but couldn't get his fingers to it.

Grom'la placed his foot on the kings chest and raised scythe he slammed it down onto the kings neck cutting it clean off. Aibines head rolled onto the stone floor the crown clanked next to it. 

 

Grom'la yanked the black hair and picked it up he roared a mighty roar and showed everyone his achievement. Many Dwarves looked over tears fell down their eyes but they continued to fight.

Grom'la continued to stomp onto the deceased body.

 

Without him noticing Habrew ran out and slowly picked up the axe unsure of how to use it. It weighed a ton. He used all his strength to pick it up and then he swung loosely at the Orc king's legs.

Grom'la fell onto the ground squealing in pain.

 

"T'is 's fer te'h kin'!" Habrew shouted he raised the axe and then dropped the blade onto the top of Grom'la's head it sliced open with blood squirting out and leaking onto the floor. 

Grom'la fell to the floor and his body was no longer moving.

 

His scythe lay next to him still wet from Aibines blood.

Orc's watched Habrew demolish their king. Many ocs fled away from the kingdom.

The rest of them that tried to win back the war ended up being part of the ground.

 

In Memory Of The Grand King

 

 

"We all dearly loved the king: Aibine he protected and did as much as he could to keep us satisfied" Habrew said wiping tears from his eyes.

 

"I will now read out the Kings will he says that Habrew (servant) will be the captain of the Dwarven army. 

 

His brother 'Throndor' will claim the throne and be pronounced King of Uruguan. 

 

and he says that I (Habrew) can add something to the will.

 

"I want 50 percent of the gold to go to the King of Elves to restore of what they lost in the war many great elves were killed but only few remain to tell this story."

 

 

 

 

The End 

 

 

 

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

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