The Orcs Are Back

[_pok_ 1768]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-ty5yk5D2M

 

[PLAY THE DAMN MUSIC WHILE READING]

 

The 9th of The Grand Harvest, 1547 - Day of Orcish Reckoning

 

Drokon’Ugluk marched silently before the horde of Orcs assembled before him as the fire blazed behind him, his eyes moving from Orc to Orc, ensuring that they were ready for battle. Many of them were about to experience real combat for the first time, their armor shining brightly acting as a beacon of their greenness. Drokon couldn’t help but feel concerned for these Orcs, would they be able to survive the coming onslaught? Whatever doubt he held in his mind, Drokon quickly cast it aside, assuring to both himself and Enrohk, spirit of War, that his thirst would be quenched and the Orcs would stand atop the bodies of the humans victorious.

 

Ubba’Ugluk barked the order to march and so the drums began, the Orcs marching forward to dance with fate, their legions swelled by the ranks of new blood Orcs and old friends. This would be the Rex’s final battle as the leader of the Orcs, he would make it count. As the Dunamis fort loomed in the distance, he swayed atop his massive war-bull and understood that this battle would finalize his legacy; greatness and legend lied in the balance for the Rex of the Orcs.

 

-------- 20 Minutes Later --------

 

The crash of stone against stone rattled the massive keep once again, small chunks of rock and assorted rubble clattering against the massive steel helmets of the Orcs, but they stood form in the center of the keep. Dwarves and Dunamis launched volleys of arrow and catapult, but the Orcs stood stoically, preparing themselves for a more direct confrontation. They would push the camp, hitting the humans from behind. All the Orcs knew this and had prepared themselves mentally for such a risk weeks in advance, but as the hour ticked closer and closer, many questioned whether or not this tactic would work. A few Orcs even openly voiced this concern, though Drokon and Glumpuz quickly assured them that their time would come and victory would come upon them.

 

Just outside of the main hub, Ubba looked out over the massive expanse of torn up, scorched land around the keep. The toll war had taken upon the battlefield could now clearly be seen. Bub’ozh, Ubba thought to himself, It am time fur mi work to kum tu fruitiun. Da Orkz will rize victorious. Flashes of light appeared in the distance as the human’s magic cannon burst into flames and Ubba let out a short laugh, knowing that chaos was erupting inside the camp. As he was laughing, he suddenly stopped cold. Chaos.

 

It was time to attack.

 

With the sound of a horn, Drokon and Glumpuz rallied the Orcs behind Ubba and they marched quickly, descending through winding tunnels and dark pathways soaked with groundwater as a result of their poor construction. Marching quietly in the tunnels, the sounds of war and cracks of thunderous explosions popped off over their heads, the time for battle had come.

 

The Orcs emerged from the end of the tunnel, rushing out to meet the enemy. Ubba locked eyes with one of the humans, raising his greatsword and charging headfirst ready to meet Enrohk…..

 

-------- 40 Minutes Later --------

 

A young white Orc, Durnash of Clan Ugluk looked out over the battlefield. Beneath his boot, a dozen human corpses rested horribly mutilated and torn apart; his kills. He looked to his right and beside him Ormolk’Ugluk, a massive young Olog, held two humans in either palm, bashing their skulls in before dropping them to the floor. Aside of him stood Yertub’lur, a feorc new to combat. In her palm she held three swords, one for each of the enemies she slaughtered. Sharamph, another feorc, followed not close behind with a few scalps in her hand, a wide grin on her face.

 

Out of the dust, a group of Orcs rode up on their mounts. They revealed themselves to be Lukra’Braduk, Glumpuz’Gorkil, Eath’lur, and Ragunus’Ugluk. Each of their faces covered in blood, the Orcs all beamed from their glorious combat. Ragunus motioned for the assembled Orcs to look behind them. On the back of their mounts, they dragged dozens of human bodies - trophies for the Orcish horde.

 

As the Orcs celebrated joyously, a much more somber Drokon’Ugluk emerged from the dust, an arrow piercing his own shoulder and a massive cut ripping apart his shoulder. As Orcs rushed to meet him, they noticed that he was carrying another Orc in his arms - the Rex, Ubba’Ugluk. Despite any other wounds, the Orcs would notice that a single arrow stuck out from his heel and a strange red foam bubbled out of the Rex’s mouth.

 

Drokon couldn’t hold back, shouting in a horrible rage - “DA KOWARDZ! FLAT DA REX WIF POIZUN! KUUD NUB FLAT EM WIF DERE WEAPONZ ZU THEY ZHUUT HIM! KOWARDZ!” He drops Ubba, collapsing to his knees and slamming his fist against the ground until it bled horribly, his face reddening from the frustration and anger. “HIM TOOK OUD 20 OB DEM! 20!” He cried, standing up. “LED DIZ BE AN EXAMPLE! DA REX AM LEGENDURY! DA REX LED UZ TU VIKTOREH! HIM AM DA REAZUN WI ZTAND ‘ERE VIKTORIUZ!” Drokon could no longer bear being in the presence of his fallen Uncle, the Orc who had raised him into the one that he was today. A group of Orcs quickly hoisted up the Rex, marching behind Drokon as he and the other Orcs marched back to Laz’dur, beginning a massive procession for the Rex.

 

As they reached Laz’dur, Drokon stopped, turning to the Orcs. None of them were green any longer as he had first worried when he last left Laz’dur. They were veterans now, ready to fight and die for Enrhok just like their rex - he was proud. “Urukz, de Rex nub die en vayn. ‘Iz zpirit imbuez en uz da ztrength to keep klompin’ to MAKE DA PINK-ZKINZ PAY!” He pauses, shaking his head and then grunting, raising his axe into the air, “AGH DEM WILL PAY!”

“If not for honor, for Glory” - Rex Ubba’Ugluk The Conqueror

 

 

[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath'Lur sharpens his katana after the victory.

 

((Thanks for the orcs that came to the warclaim, we had an excelent coordination!))

[the 1 bow 1112]

Kahn'Braduk lies dormant in the bowels of the Doomfort, a smile forming on his face.

 

"..Hozh"

[Gebruht 39]

Gebruht adds yet more pieces of metal to his jaw-crown. "Wuz ag hozh battul. Mi got lotz uv blood tu bayth in."

[ryno2 1285]

Daeron watches the procession from atop his steed, still clad in the gold-embroidered black leather garb that lent his hands dexterity and his eyes clarity during the hour of chaos. He muses on how the Orcs for all their bravado, would have died if not for the Dwarven tide that caught Orenians in a vice grip, surrounded by enemies, as Daeron himself had ordered. He says nothing of this, however, and remains respectfully silent as the funeral march proceeds, humming prayers for the fallen Orcs and the kin they left behind. 
 

 

 

[KarmaDelta 969]

 

Durack would begin humming for the Orcs.

[ThumperJack 927]

 

 

 

Skolas'Zhul, the dark-skinned uruk, hums to himself as he sits in his tent.

 

"Back en bluck...yub...mi back en bluck.."

[Angmarzku 1251]

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