The Bloody March

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

The heavy gates creaked as the chains pulled them up- the portcullis retreating into the air above the gatehouse. A party, numbering seven exactly, came through with great haste- and their leader, Robyn, took up his reins and rode fast to the Rex as the gate slammed shut behind them. As he dismounted, Malgunuz came coincidentally from his throne room. Robyn sunk to a knee, then stood quickly again with an apparent sense of urgency.

"Rex Malgunuz, I bring back your soldiers laden with arms and armours taken from the Empire- but I have brought back with me a great Imperial host. The gates require your attention immediately!" Exclaiming the latter part, Robyn spoke with enough passion to grip the king with urgency sufficient enough to warrant sprinting to the gate. Upon reaching it, they took the stairs to the wall two at a time to emerge upon the wall, and watch the Orenian scout's backs as they rode to their own line.

"They shall be showing their backs again before the day's end." The rex simply nodded, then turned off and began shouting in blah to rally the forces. Robyn took out his crossbow, aimed, but thought better of it than fire at the target who was simply out of range by now.

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Robyn kicked his feet into his horse's side and charged, and the horse archer was none the wiser until he had sent his lance into his neck and driven him from his saddle. He turned back only briefly to split the man's skull, before turning back and charging again, striking out past the great line of screaming, savage orcs and cut another noble- that puffed up bastard from Chambery- from his shoulder to his guts. He wheeled again as a lance went past his head and rode howling back for the gates, his lance hanging limply at his side with a couple feet and it's point down in the mud somewhere. He hoped he'd make it- but his dream fell short and his shoulder sent a jolt of pain down his being as he tumbled off and down the bank- into the river. He led there, his arm feeling broken, limp- too lethargic to test it. He raised his other though to slip off his visor, his vision beginning to clear of the stars and lights. 

 

When it did, he hopelessly watched an imperial guardsman atop his horse loom atop the bank, dismounting. He jeered arrogantly for a moment, laughing at the pitiful lad as he led there, sinking into the mud. Unsheathing his blade, he was preparing his swing, weighing the blade. Robyn urged him on with a low moan of pain, and the guard obliged- he raised the blade on high, and began to bring it down, only to have it fall from his grip and onto sandy bank as the pike carved a deep hole in his neck. Feeling hands pull him up, Robyn tested his legs and stood, only to stand face to face with the Rex. They both exchanged a nod, looking upon the battlefield desolate of Imperial men- but swarming and brimming with invigorated orcs and assembled allies from the Warhawkes, the old Dreadlands and the Empire itself- traitors and rebels, but good men.

 

He muttered a praise to the men weakly, but clutched his bruised and battered shoulder and walked off to the gate to get a look at it.

 

 

 

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

"The rex was already at the gate when we got there... So you rode to a throne room with no one in" Says Ivan

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

((sorry it posted before it was done XD))

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Vitallius' senses tingle lightly as he frowned, glancing at Rakim, not wanting to tell him the scary news that a new, intimidating alliance has formed...

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Vorgo wanders around the field of blood taking turns looking at each and every one of the slain faces. Before he returned to the Uzg he would bask in the might and celebration of the Orcs watching as blood pools from the victims who rode to their gate yet asked for Mercy from him.

[Samoblivion 532]

Braduks walk amongst the Orenian dead, removing armour, weaponry and opening the bodies up for butchery. "Led'z ged zum 'ivoreh' bruddaz," chuckles Lukra.

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

9 minutes ago, Humanistic said:

Vorgo wanders around the field of blood taking turns looking at each and every one of the slain faces. Before he returned to the Uzg he would bask in the might and celebration of the Orcs watching as blood pools from the victims who rode to their gate yet asked for Mercy from him.

"Show mercy PLEASE VORGO!" shouts Ivan on the floor.

[wolfdwg 2677]

Basheed Al-Amir looks past the dead and dying, eyeing the last remnants of the Orenian force scamper away. His flank had succeeded in its task. The battle was won. "I hope they don't slip in the mud." Amir states before heading into the Uzg.

[Skylez 870]

Morka'Vorgor watches with a dull smile upon his face as the battle would come to a close, Oren men lying bloodied and dead upon the grassy floor below.

"Hozh klomp" He simply mutters before turning off to head back into the city, the znagaz of clan Vorgor at work salvaging arms and armor of the dead.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"The bigger the deal the make out of inconsequential skirmishes, the more insecure they are in their power. I have seen the empire crush countless uruk and even driven them from my city on many an occasion. Yet we simply go home once the beasts are eradicated. Posturing like this is really just overcompensating. They really must be milking any shred of propaganda they can get." 

 

Artimec offered a small shrug.

 

"regardless, guerillas do not win wars, armies do, and when we put to the field, the conclusion is foregone."

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Coltaine came, saw, an conquered more Orcs then he could have counted.

[El Ricktador 1394]

" The Warhawkes went to speak with the dark elven group that has been growing in numbers within the Uzg when Oren came and tried killing everything they saw. They even tried to kill retreating Warhawke diplomats.  To believe that even the elven snaga, involuntary slaves of the Uzg, are in the sights of this war reveal the true intent of both Artimec and the Empire. It has nothing to do with revenge, liberation or to protect Elven kind or the Empire. It is an attack for monetary gain. "

 

The Chieftain Ereinion continues his work for organizing the Tournament of the Chieftains after sending off the letter on the World Wide Web of Axios.

 

 

[Birdnerdy 1539]

2 hours ago, El Ricktador said:

" The Warhawkes went to speak with the dark elven group that has been growing in numbers within the Uzg when Oren came and tried killing everything they saw. They even tried to kill retreating Warhawke diplomats.  To believe that even the elven snaga, involuntary slaves of the Uzg, are in the sights of this war reveal the true intent of both Artimec and the Empire. It has nothing to do with revenge, liberation or to protect Elven kind or the Empire. It is an attack for monetary gain. "

 

The Chieftain Ereinion continues his work for organizing the Tournament of the Chieftains after sending off the letter on the World Wide Web of Axios.

 

 

Osgod eagerly anticipates the coming flip flop. 

[PraiseTheLord 868]

Upon seeing the bloodied field after Turkurz'Raguk returned from an Hunting trip, he would chuckle.

"Aha! Ihf uhnleh iht wuhd bih zuh eezy tuh zlaughta daht dammehd bub pen."