The Crozzrodez uf Flat

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

 

 

Among Men, Orcs, and Steeds a great confidence piles between the warriors knowing not of the overwhelming capacity of the Kingdom of Pinkehz. As each warrior straps on their saddles, loads their quivers with arrows and sharpen their blades for combat. The Orcs amidst those in line shout with excitement and rage, their bloodlust increasing as the our draws near, there are also those who choose to stay silent through the shouting and chaos focusing on their swings for combat. The humans of the Dreadlands talk amongst eachother with a vengeance to retake their home from the invaders that attack them now. As each warrior places themselves in their lines, a ferociousness overcomes their person as they stared ahead at the Rex in front of them. The horses neigh as they became unsettled standing in a single place as Rex Vorgo'Yar booms his voice out amongst the mass of fighters.

"IT AM TIK BRUDDAHZ!"

At the sound of his voice they understood completely what he was going to say, tensing their muscles and squeezing the hilts of their weapons tightly preparing themselves for battle. "DA PINK ZKINZ HAZ COME TU INVAYD OUR LANDZ!" He rides his bear directly in front of the mass turning back and forth to get a glimpse of the band of Men and Orcs. "WHEN WAGH KOMEZ LAHT MUZT PROVE LAHTZ WORTH UPON DA FIELD, NUB FOR WAGH ITZELF BUT FOR KRUG!" Vorgo snarls loudly pointing his weapons towards the walls of the capital "FLAT DA ZKAHERZ DAT AM HEER TU TAYK DA LANDZ DAT KRUG KLOMPED AGAINZT IBLEEZ ON!" a slow chanting begins as Vorgo pounds upon people's eardrums "KRUG KRUG KRUG KRUG!!!!" A progressive rise of voices would be heard as each person joins in individually.

"KRUG KRUG KRUG KRUG KRUG KRUG KRUG!!!!"

The march begins as feet stomp in place in defense of their home country, sweat beading upon those whose bodies had to carry the weight of their armors and weapons. As they arrived, all seems still as they halted just before the river that the bridge hung over and as soon as they came into view the HUGE mass of Orenian forces sprinted across the bridge, squeezing in between another simply to get across. With bravery and resilience the Orcs and Dreadlanders stood their ground, preparing to hit them just as hard when they made impact. Arrows fling from the War Uzg side with few of them actually hitting their marks as they powered across the bridge swarming into the group of warriors swinging their blades and clashing against one another. As they held their ground, pinkzkinz and twiggehz flood out from the bridge smashing into the War Uzg's forces through the combat Vorgo'Yar led a charge with several others attempting to push back the swarm of them.

 

With this charge, Vorgo pushes and carves his way to the other side of the bridge with one other, preying on the ones that had simply sat back and watched the battle. Though it may have been well fought by the Orcs, Vorgo sustains battle wounds pushing back into the forces that lingered on the bridge making it about halfway into the crowd. In between the mix, Vorgo pulls out a vial in an attempt to quickly chug a potion of regeneration but with the delay by the time he opened the cork it was smacked out of his hand and he into the water below. As he sunk, his vision begins to fade with a great amount of fatigue as he sunk darkness completely consuming his vision and his mind.

Krug hours later, Rex Vorgo'Yar wakes up quickly with great fear and pressure with the thought that he may be dead. He lies wet and soggy lying upon the floor safely inside the capital, slowly tilting his head with resistance from his sore muscles witnessing the last survivors of his people, bloody and battered they help each other through their struggles attempting to share one another's burden. After some time of simply resting upon the floor, Vorgo gets up approaching those in an attempt to help his own people. After much mending of the survivors, he begins to feel faint as he drags and heaves himself to the Rex's throne not paying any attention to his own battle wounds. Once reached Vorgo's bear sits idly by the throne with a few scars received from the battle, he tosses himself onto the throne taking a needle and threading together the harm that was inflicted upon his body.
 

 

 

[Anderssn 1115]

((Morale +5 ))

 

Young Duke Reginald d'Amaury kicks on dead orc heads as he crosses the bloody bridge, following behind the marching Orenian troops. "Vile beings these are, I would've expected them to put up a bigger fight than that!"

 

 

[PraiseTheLord 868]

"Hehlp tuh flaht dah Breehdazh? Whey nuhb!"

- Turkurz'Raguk

 

The Wargoth of Raguk walks towards the Palace, a V shape of Raguk Myrzym mounted by their

Owners following him.

 

"Bazh ehm Burhn ehm."

 

The Wargoth held up his fist, signalling for the Raguk to stop chanting, and so, silence fell over San'Kharak.

 

"Rehx Vorgo'Yar. Mih klahn Fulleh zubmitz tuh Laht. Mey wih entahr Ztarguzh'Stroh Tugehda."

 

The Wargoth would nod. The Myrzym bowing their heads as the Raguk started chanting once again.

 

"Bazh ehm Buhrn ehm."

"Bazh ehm Burhn em."

"Ztikk ehm ihn ah zteww, eeht deyre Lungz agh weyr deyr zkin."

"Wih ahm Kubz ub Krug."