The Strong Thrive

[Elite Snipes 3563]

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The halls of Urguan blazed bright as Gror Ireheart walked out of his clan hall to speak with the Sea Prince, his old time friend about the recent news concerning the killing of Urist Ireheart. As he walked towards the exit of Urguan he was jumped by several orcs, who surrounded him and roared with might, trying to scare the former Grand King of Urguan into being shackled. Though once Gror refused and stood his ground  like a true Ireheart, the orcs became angry and unsheathed their blades..



Bakir Ireheart alongside Duren Ireheart returned from a long patrol on the roads, finally coming back to their home to get some rest. Though once they entered the city they heard sounds of distant roaring and commotion, they said to each other “Wot teh fok? Wots going on en thah citeh?” And they continued to walk further inside to see what it was about. They expected for the commotion to be in the main square but they saw in the corner of their eyes a group of orcs and goblins alike surrounding Gror, trying to force him into shackles. Bakir and Duren quickly pulled out their blades, Bakir gripping the reigns of his Direwolf glaring at the orcs in rage of entering their city, trying to enslave the kin of Kjellos.

He pointed his blade at the orcs roaring at them with firmness and hatred “Ye coming intu Urguan, tryin teh attack dwed? MY BROTHAH? This will beh tha last mistake ye will make, Greenskin” The orcs then seeing the new arrival of dwed would let go of Gror, then attempting to leave. Allowing him to fall back to the side of his Ireheart brothers, Though as the kin of Krug attempted to leave, clearly not wanting to fight the Dwarves in their own territory, Bakir swiftly jerked the reigns of his Direwolf. The Massive Direwolf heeding to its master's command, blocking the stairway for the orcs to exit, using its massive paw to swipe in front of the orcs, giving it a swift but firm warning.


The orcs nervously stood together knowing they would have to fight the Irehearts, so they roared “KLOMP UZ STOWTS!!” Bakir grinned, gripping his Battle-axe. Looking to his right seeing his brothers, Gror and Duren as well seeing a fellow non-Ireheart dwed join their ranks. He proudly turned back to the band of orcs, raising his battle axe into the air before jerking the reigns of his Direwolf letting out a loud warcry for all of Urguan to hear “GLOREH TO KJELLOS!!!!!!!!!” The direwolf once more heeded to its masters command, eager for bloodshed it charged into the orc lines, smashing into them with ferocity using its claws to smash into the orcs. Gror and Duren used this time to have a tactical retreat, pulling the orc warband into a smaller area to fight in. Bakir not successfully shocking the orc lines tactically retreated with his brothers to the dwarven gates, the direwolf easily outrunning the orcs, but they would be right behind Bakir.


Duren and Gror covered Bakir as he retreated, using their beefy arms to pelt the enemy with stones. They slowly fell back deeper in the halls of Urguan, baiting the orc warband into their trap. They kept falling back slowly until Duren suddenly charged into the ranks of the enemy, taking them off guard and severing their lines by himself. Gror and Bakir quickly charged in behind Duren, cleaning up the fight striking the orcs down where they stood. After the battle ended, the Irehearts came out victorious, not suffering one casualty. Lifting their axes high into the air they roared “ARUUUU”  

The Irehearts swiftly executed the other orcs, taking their heads. Going to leave two remaining orcs alive, chaining them up and dragging them through the city and to the Ireheart clan hall. Placing them in front of the Bone Throne so they could see the wall covered in orcish heads killed by Irehearts. Bakir would motion to Duren overlooking one of the orc captives “Take ets head, teh finish yer trials brotha.” Duren nodded, happy to finally finish his Trials. He would raise his blade high above his head before bringing it down on the orcs back, ending its life promptly. He would then go to take out his knife, skinning the dead orc, before taking its head and adding it to the collection on the wall behind the Ireheart Throne.



Gror Ireheart made sure that the other orc captive saw it all happen, incapable to do anything. Bakir then turned his attention to the last orc captive, taking out his knife going to saw off the orcs tusks. Then motioning for Aghuid Ireheart to step forward, branding rod in hand. Aghuid firmly pressed the branding rod against the orcs face, planting the brand on the orcs right cheek so it would forever remember his failure.


The group of Ireheart brothers then took the orc, bringing him out from the halls of Urguan to the savanna of Krugmar, dropping him at the gates. Bakir sent the Rex Ugrad Lur a letter to fetch his kin.

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Clan Ireheart will not rest until the GRUDGE is settled and will continue to slaughter your people as you continually fail to protect them.

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OOC: Thank you to the orc side for being a good sport once captured.

 

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[Valannor 6405]

The Keeper would quirk an eyebrow at the news, idly sipping at her ale, the light from the Hearthfire illuminating her ashen robes as she scanned the document.

 

”... So first they break into a clan hall, now they’re kidnapping Dwed off the streets.”

 

She would slowly turn to stare into the fire, her palm colliding with her face in a resounding SMACK!

 

”By the Father, I don’t think the Inferi will be what do us in...”

[fetty bridgers 4492]

The Rex snorts some as he hears the new, shrugging as he moves on with his day.