Advent Orc

[Blawharag 277]

In a lonely room within the dwarf capital, a massacred victim lies sprawled in a pool of blood. Her death was quick, painless, and absolutely merciless. A sword through the heart, she had no defenses to speak of. Above her sunken body the Scorpion of the Orcish Warnation is drawn in her blood, a clear symbol which tells a not so clear story.

Blawharag roared with rage, only more frustrated by his last kill. He had slain no more than two dwarves this day, but already he could not bear to kill any more. The first dwarf had no idea how to handle the Orcish warrior, treating him like he would some guest at the door even though the Orc made his intentions clear. The second victim had run into her small room and hid in the corner, never once trying to stop Blawharag.

"IS THIS THE MIGHTY DWARVISH NATION!?" Blawharag screamed in plain common, so that all would hear and understand his words, "The same dwarves that I once fought at Galahar? At Sanjezal? NO! This is a nation of cowards and weaklings! This... This is PATHETIC!" Blawharag was furious, he understood that not every dwarf was a capable fighter, that they were smaller, that most could not be expected to go toe to toe with an Orc. Yet he expected more, he thought at least the citizens would be filled with defiance. He hoped that he would at least find one semi-competent warrior among the rabble. But this, he was earning no honor here. The weak must be culled, but Blawharag found himself suddenly too tired to carry out that task. He would leave it to his brothers.

Slowly the Orc drew out the Scorpion, to let all know who came here. Perhaps in their fury, the Dwarves would find their strength. Perhaps next time Blawharag would have the challenge he so fervently desired. He thought back to his duel with Valen, the dwarf who stood so valiantly against him at the Battle for Galahar all those many years ago in Aegis. He longed for another fight such as that, hoping that at least somewhere out there was another dwarf capable of giving him pause. But today there was no such dwarf. Today, Blawharag would leave only this message, and hope that tomorrow he might have a more glorious battle.

"Come dwarves, come if you are strong. Die if you are weak." As Blawharag stalked out of the city, he left one final message: His name, written in blood, across the gates:

Kheshig Warbozz Eldur Shaman Blawharag'Gorkil, Zultgoth uv da Shadowclan.

[Supertimmy4ever 19]

*longbeard walks up to the body and sees the name of the orc, he thinks bye himself: " is this the same man who won from me in a klomp, the man who went mad because an old dwarf couldnt fight like he used too... This be dangerous times…"

(( oh and do you know the way to the dwarves IC otherwise this is kinda impossible…))

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*Darius enters the city for business and leaves with a smirk on his face, then mumbles something quitely to himself*

Time te begin' plannin'...

[Supertimmy4ever 19]

* after thinking for a time longbeard finally steps out of his cubby* KJELL!!!!! WE NEED YOU!!! YOU NEED TO FIGHT WITH THAT ORC, SHOW THEM WHAT DWARVES ARE MADE OF!!!!

[Bowen 14]

After a long relaxing sleep whilst safely locked inside his Cubby Hole, Bowen awakens. He clambers to his feet and swings to door open to discover corpses strewn across the city and blood carpeting the cold stone floor.

"Wha' tha feck 'appened 'ere?"

[Admiral_Ackbarf 67]

*Goldbeard Comes to focus with the letter*

Next time...We will be prepared Orcs.

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy walks into the city, limping. He hears the yells, and yells back.

"Ah'll fawkin' blow yer fawkin' 'ead uff, ya fawk!"

[no longer active 734]

'a! Ye think un little Dwarf was all we 'ad? Try fighting Kjell and ye will see the true mettle of a Dwarf warrior!

[Boomack21 124]

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