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Post by DukeWolfRein on Sept 9, 2015 0:46:12 GMT -5
Beneath a white sky, the troops marched upon the mountain path. Flurries of snow traveled down and came to rest on the snow crunching beneath their feet as they moved. The day was a warm one, at least considering the present state of the world it was considered warm. The Orcish troops marched without their usual furs and only had their leather and plate armor on for now. Leading the Maw were the Scouts and Brutes, a collection of both smaller Orcs that moved faster than their armored Brothers behind them, and lumbering Orcs that cleared the path ahead. Inside of the Maw were the Teeth, several groups of Armored Orcs that specialized in different styles of combat, so as to keep the enemy on their toes. Past the Teeth were the Eyes, the select few that moved through the troops, inspecting armor, weapons, formations, orders and overseeing all movements both of the troops and the path that laid before them. At the center of the mass of soldiers was the group known as the Mind. The Mind was led by the General, and the rest of the group his most trusted advisors, captains, and soldiers. Behind the Mind were the Claws, a special task force that was to take charge of the battlefield only in the event that the Maw, Teeth, and Mind fell. The Claws were the highest of soldiers in any Orc formation, and as such were thought of as the last solution in a battle. The Claws were followed by the Tail, a group of slave soldiers and new recruits that were place at the rear to hold off in case of any ambushes or surprise attacks. Orcs always thought it smarter to lose a few slaves or a few wet-behind-the-ears recruits to a cowardly maneuver than a group of seasoned soldiers.
Deep within the formation, marching at the same pace as his soldiers, stood the leader of the Mind. General Karth Golocorth ran in sync with hi troops, the sound of their boots hitting the ground enough to wake up the Gods themselves. He studied his troops, the Eyes coming from time to time to update him on the situation with the troops. His formation, also known as the Golden Beast, had been dispatched to act as the first contact in what many back at the stronghold were calling the Winter War. Harpies had invaded into Orc lands, stealing away Orcs to mate with them and then later drop their dead bodies off near ther borders, almost as if mocking them by proving they could. At least, that's what the Scouts had said. Karth knew for a fact that Orcs were as a race hungered for war and battle. Making up an excuse for fight would not be beyond them. He also knew that it was wrong. The Harpies and the Orcs fought now and then, small skirmishes over territory or either party finding a thief from the other in their lands. However, even with all those things in mind, Karth knew that he would have to confront the Harpies. If they reacted amicably then his formation would retreat and they would arrange a meeting between the Harpy Matriarch and the Light Bringer. If they responded violently, then that meant they were allowed to carry out a full attack on Harpy territory. Karth hoped that a meeting would solve all of this.
As they passed the border of their territory and entered that of the Harpies' the formation became tighter. Now they were securing against any surprised attacks. The Maw came into the formation, leaving the Teeth to secure the front and side while the Eyes stopped moving, now sticking closer to the Maw. As they marched one of the Eyes broke off from the Formation and they all came to a halt. He ran a few yards ahead and sniffed the air, felt the ground and looked around. He placed a hand up and then signaled to continue, but slowly. The formation began to move once more this time merely walking as opposed to the jogging pace they had set before. Karth looked around and finally saw what the Eye had seen. A swaud of Harpies rested upon the road, their numbers few, but even an Orc knew not to underestimate Harpies. Karth made his way to the front and stepped in front of his formation.
"Hark, Feathered Ones! We seek passage through your lands in order to deliver message of meeting between your Matriarch and our Light Bringer. Let us pass and we shall not prove troublesome." He spoke firmly, yet not aggresively.
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Post by darkpigeon on Sept 9, 2015 14:30:18 GMT -5
Kronn marched in the back, his two leopards Sneg and Apyr stayed close to him. They had been softly complaining about the amount of walking that they had to do, and the lack of sleeping like all great cats so badly loved to do. Kronn had to admit that he felt the same, the evening before he had been drinking far to much and sleeping far to little. But he would not let anyone hear him say so, he finally got the change to prove himself to Karth his warlord. Even though the great orc was walking all the way on the front, and Kronn all the way in the back. He had not yet even come close to the man that had his more trusted fighters keeping the slaves and young ones away from him. The man simply could not be bothered by any orc kissing his ass, and trying to climb to the top of their hierarchy by sucking up at him.
Kronn knew this, you had to prove yourself in battle. Show that you were worthy of being called an orc! He had it all figured it out already. He would take down as many of these pesky winged Harpy's and paint the earth red with their blood. All in the name of his warlord! His cats would fight beside him, showing that he could tame wild beasts and make them do whatever he pleased.. not that that was the case.. but he was hoping for it anyway. His cats had a mind of their own still, if they wanted to fight they did, and if they wanted to sleep they just did that. Already Kronn feared that his cats would soon run off and find themselves a nice warm place to sleep. He would look like a fool then, and later when he would find himself sleeping in the cold.. with no cats to snuggle up against for heat. "Just.. shush!" he said to Sneg as the cat started to whimper, bumping its large head against Kronn's hand. It so badly just wanted to lay down, and have the magic hands of his orcen friend scratch behind its ear.
"Why would we let you pass green one! Your kind causes nothing but trouble for our kind. You bring an army to our doorstep and expect us to believe that you come in peace? You think us naïve!" A young harpy called to the orcs before being roughly slapped over the head by her superior. Soraya moved forwards, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at the small warband of orcs. She looked down at the the younger Harpy who quickly looked away, knowing that she had spoken out of term. "Forgive the young one, she has trouble learning when to keep her beak shut. But I have to agree.. why would I let you into our lands to speak with our Matriarch? What purpose would such a meeting have?" She asked friendly, keeping a distance between herself and the orcen leader.
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Post by DukeWolfRein on Sept 10, 2015 17:53:15 GMT -5
Karth watched with amusement as the Harpy soldier squawked about things she clearly had not business squawking about. His left eyebrow went up an inch before she was silenced by her Captain. It didn't take long into the Harpy's rants, however, for his soldiers all to get into firing positions and ready their bows and crossbows. He signaled them to hold as the Captain spoke with reason.
"It has come to our attention that some of your kin have taken our brothers, used them to mate and then left them at our borders. The problem, of course, is not the mating, but the fact that they are killed afterwards. That is something that the Light Bringer does not take lightly. He would have words with your Matriarch, to make sure that the ones responsible for this are not in fact a band of rogue Harpies. I'm sure that's a good enough reason Captain."
The Orcs went back into marching position, their movements calculated and in unison. Karth knew that should any of them make a wrong move, all chaos would break loose. He did not want that. He knew the Captain didn't want that. There was too much at stake, and far more of them than of hers. Harpies usually excelled at fighting greater numbers, their air superiority gave them that advantage, yet Orcs had always had a knack to find more and more creative ways to kill Harpies. Nothing stopped an Orc from killing his target, except for an arrow through the eye or a blade sharp enough to top them.
A Harpy stood watch from a tree. Her eyes were fixated on the Orcish army, but she was very interested in the prisoners that they called soldiers that held the rear. As her Captain and the Orc General exchanged words she focused on examining every part of the small army before them. The Rear, as the Orcs called it, was made up of slave soldiers and new recruits. She could tell who were the new recruits as they shakily held their swords and axes, their knees trembling at the thought of a Harpy coming down at them at the worst possible moment. They weren't afraid to die, just to fail. Harpies were after all the master at ambushing and leading their enemy into traps. The slaves were made mostly of humans and elves, both of which seemed beaten and generally displeased with their current situation. It struck her as funny.
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Post by darkpigeon on Sept 12, 2015 14:55:24 GMT -5
They could hear nothing, or hardly anything at the far back where the slaves and young recruits resided. As soon as they had stopped Apyr dropped himself on the ground dramatically. Kronn sighed, he was looking like a proper fool with a big cat that was whimpering and complaining while it held its big paws up in the air. Paws that were as big as an orcen head, paws made for walking over the soft snow without falling through it. Kronn squatted down and gently brushed his hands through the cats fur, scratching it behind the ear while Sneg gently bumped its head against the orc's shoulder and sending him to fall down on his ass. Kronn did not even look up when he heard the soft chuckles from the other orcs. Damn them, they did not understand the special bond he had with these beasts, and non would ever understand what it was what they had. Instead he chuckled as Sneg pushed him further down and started to lick his face while purring loudly. Apyr took his change to stretch and yawn dramatically and quickly jumped on his feet to take down his brother Sneg. The two cats started playing while Kronn quickly got on his feet, watching his two best friends having some fun.
The harpy's started to chuckle at the big orcs pun.. light bringer, not taking it lightly. Even the captain could not help but to show a small smile before dropping it quickly. "Good enough reason or not, I am not having a small army crossing our borders. Your kind never been welcoming to ours, and we are not to change this because your light bringer does not agree with our mating policies." She saw some tumbling in the back, a young orc that fell down after a big cat pushed him to the ground. She took in a deep breath. When the orcs fell back into formation she gestured her soldiers to do the same, making sure that none of them were still sitting and resting after a long day of hunting for quality men that had crossed their borders. And making sure that no small warbands had been getting bad ideas. Because of that it was not all that surprising to her that they came across one.. and she was not at all entertained by it. "Sure enough your kin can miss a few members here and there? You are known to be rather.. reckless with your younger ones" She said as she gestured to the back, where Kronn was crawling back on his feet while the cats kept on playing. "See it as natural selection. They get to mate with many women of our flock, fly.. and drop death. A far better faith that what will become of you if you are to cross this imaginary line that crosses the sand, mountains, rivers, and lakes is it not? Tell your light bringer that if he wants to talk to our Matriarch that he is to come by himself. He will be more then welcome.. not you, nor your war band"
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Post by DukeWolfRein on Sept 17, 2015 17:46:12 GMT -5
The Battle of Ivory would be talked about for generations to come. It would be the first and one of the bloodiest battles in the War between the Orcs and the Harpies. Karth, the Orc Warlord, looked upon the Harpy Captain and smiled before walking back into the ranks of his men. He once more settled in the center and raised his Battleaxe high into the sky.
"Now my Brothers! We have been insulted! How shall we respond!?"
The Maw Orcs cleared the way as the Teeth lined up in front of the Harpies. The Eyes took out their bows and aimed. In one swift motion, and before every Harpies' eyes, arrows flew at the Squad of Harpies. Karth watched as the Harpies all moved out of the way, dodging their barrage of arrows and moving into cover. The Teeth advanced in line, their shield raised up and their swords at the ready. Orcs did not take kindly to being told they were careless, or that they were less than others. As the Orcs marched he Harpies descended upon them, their spears and swords ready to break the lines of the Orcs as they advanced. They would drop in and kill a few Orcs and then fly away, arrows trying to follow after them.
Dathri watched from the trees and flew fast and true into the battlefield with her sisters. She wielded a spear with deadly skill and tore through the line of Orcs easily. Arrows missed her by inches, but every Harpy had been taught that a simple movement of wings could redirect arrows away from them. As she spotted the young Orc with his Cubs she signaled two of her Sisters and they dove right for him. She herself landed behind the cover of a tree next to her Captain "Well then Captain, what to do now? You went and got those Orcs all riled up!"
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Post by darkpigeon on Sept 21, 2015 11:26:30 GMT -5
Typical orc, they always got so violent so fucking easily. It was like stealing candy from a baby, big, ugly, stinking baby's that is. The Warlord in her eyes was coward, slowly crawling back between his men as if he himself was to good to die with his brethren. Typical orcs she thought as her troops dodged the first shower of arrows. With a swift motion of her wings she managed to redirect one of the arrows that would have hit her if she had not paid attention to it. She muttered angrily, she was more then right to not trust these beasts upon 'her' land. "Take them up and drop them down! None of them will venture into our lands!" she called to her troops who quickly got into formation.
Their fighting technique was very different than that of the orcs. A small group of her sisters dropped themselves from the sky into the orcen formation. Grabbing a few of the smelly beats from the ground and taking them up high. Their sharp talons digging deep into the flesh of the now screaming orcs as the went up higher and higher before being dropped like small bombs between the troops, making them scatter and loose their formation, or being killed as soon as their brethren would fall upon them. She herself took her weapons out, she never let her sisters fight without her. Not like the warlord that was, she would not stand between her best fighters like a cowardly dog like him. As Dathri landed next to her she had cut down her first orc, and looked upon the much younger harpy with slight annoyance. "What do you think we do now? You are a fool to believe that they come here to talk. With an small army? Are you death between the ears? Now take them down. Take down the archers, if we have them, there is not much they can do against us then"
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Well.. fuck.. he had hoped that this would go a little bit better. But orcs be orcs, they did not like being insulted and even he himself had his weapon ready for any harpy that dared to come close. His cats both stopped playing, showing their teeth and growling as they showed their big white teeth. If anyone dared to come close to Kronn they would teach them not to. He himself took out both his swords as she saw two Harpy's coming for him while the slaves his brethren closest to him were being attacked by another small band of harpy's. This would be a damn bloody mess, Harpy's were quick as the just took a few orcs into the air to drop them down unexpectedly when they reached the skies.
The harpy's kept their eyes on the leopards before looking up at the young orc. They cold tell that this was his first real fight, his armer had hardly any damaged, and he had even polished it up after he had heard that he could finally come with the fighters. he could see the mocking smiles in the Harpy as they came for him, their spears and body's easily blocking and dodging his swords. Sneg growled loudly, jumping in on the first harpy that would have her back towards him. He launched himself through the air, his mouth wide open as he landed on the poor woman that fell down and found her neck to be stuck between the crunching teeth of the cat. The second harpy did not know what had happened, but she soon found herself to fight an orc that had not one, but two leopard fighting for it as well.
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Post by DukeWolfRein on Sept 27, 2015 22:12:10 GMT -5
Karth watched as his troops were being picked up and thrown around like toys. His eyes focused up as one of the Harpies was brave enough to attack him. He grabbed her by the talons as she closed in on him and threw her down before breaking her leg with a kick and keeping her down. One of his advisors knocked her out and dragged her away. Karth nodded as one of the Eyes appeared next to him . "My Warlord! They are using the skies to their advantage!" Karth laughed and then grabbed his horn. He blew upon it, the echo of it reaching the peak of the mountain they were on.
"Brute Shot! Brute Shot Formation! NOW!"
The Maw Orcs all raised their shields above their heads and kneeled down, their formation making a floor made completely of shields. The Teeth Orcs let out a deafening attack roar as they ran, climbing onto the shields of the Maw and being sent flying upwards as the shield bearers threw them up. Once airborne, the Teeth would find a Harpy and grab on to her, his sword quickly finding its target upon her throat or slashing at her wings. For every 5 Orcs that went into the air, two would be attacked by Harpies, two more would miss their target and be sent down into the forest where they would then have to fight the Harpies taking cover there, One would find a Harpy and either die at her hands or bring her down. Orcs were hardy, falls from high places did little to stop them from jumping at the Harpies. Karth looked at the Claws behind him and nodded.
"Prepare the Berserkers!"
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The young Harpy smiled and looked at her Captain "Very well, but if we get out of this one alive you have to put me back into the Recon team!" She flew out of cover and high into the air. The Orcs had taken to throwing their own against them, some to their death, some to the deaths of her sisters. She spotted the archers and swooped down deflecting their arrows by coming down on a spin and making them disperse as she landed with a earth-shaking force. Her spear tore through them as she moved among them, their arrows missing as she dance around them. When the Maw Orcs finally realized one of the Harpies had infiltrated their ranks they stood up and began pushing forward once more while sending some soldiers to take the Harpy down. Dathri laughed as she ran through the last of the archers and then took to the skies once more.
As she heard the call for Bersekers her heart took a dip. Berserkers were bad news, for anyone. Berserkers kept going even after half of their body had been torn away. They were every race worst nightmare in a fight. She flew fast and sure back to cover but felt a sharp pain on her talon and went down as the second spear pierced her leg. As she landed against the snow-covered ground she could see the Orcs just a few yard behind her making their way forward and opening up. The Maw had opened nad out came the Claws. The Berserkers roared into the sky and ran towards her.
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Post by darkpigeon on Oct 3, 2015 13:04:30 GMT -5
Back into the Recon team? Someone needed her feathers plucked again! the captain thought as she watched the rather annoying youngling take the sky again. Someone really needed to teach that one some lessons, but now was not the time to do so, or to worry about it. "For fuck sake" She muttered as she heard those damn horns. She knew what was to come and signaled to her troops to be ready for the berserker attack. All you really wanted was just to stay out of their way long enough until they either made a horrible mistake, or for them to just drop death from exhaustion. But luckily for the harpy's they had a trick up their sleeves that would give them a fighting change against the far greater army of the orcs
Though they were able to do so, Magic had been forbidden in harpy society for very good reasons. It had taken the ones that could use it years upon years to convince mat the But could be used if the situation was dire enough. And fighting against an orcish berserker army was one of those situations. Harpy's did not use sounds to brig their commands across. Must was done by small signals using their wings or hands, and with their superior eyesight they would be able to see them across great distances.
The captain gave her commands to her troops, sending in as many of her best fighters into the air. From there they could still attack and take down a large portion of the orcish army. Berserkers were only a problem if you where on the ground, not while being airborne. She looked at her advisers and nodded, and as soon as she did the wind started to change and the sky turned black as night. The other harpy's knew to get out of the way, flying off into the opposite direction as the wind started to grow faster and stronger. Picking up small leaves and peddles, arrows that lay on the ground, picking up swords that had fallen and eventually lifting up the death harpy's and orcs lying on the ground before the orcen army's feet.
Kronn took his sword from a fallen Harpy, smiling from ear to ear as he felt mighty proud of his first kill. He imagined himself on a mountain of corpses already while his warlord was proudly looking up at him. Sneg and Apyr walked up to their befriended orc with their mouths red with the blood of enemy's they had taken down. He had is eyes set on the next one, a young looking harpy that had fallen from the sky and laying on the ground. He marched up to her, his cats running past him as they wanted to be first. Sneg pushed Dathri against the ground and growled to her, showing his now red stained teeth to his new kill. "Down Sneg! she's mine" Kronn called to the animal who seemed angered by the idea that the orc was going to steal its pray. It was then that the sky turned black, the wind started to howl and the cats quickly searched for cover behind their orcen friend.
"You want to talk to our Matriarch and attack my kind on OUR GROUNDS!!" the captain yelled at the warlord, the wind growing stronger and stronger as she used her magic against them. "I do not fear your kind, we might be outnumbered but we have magic! I will kill each and every single one of you if you do not retreat now! Take your change for life you filth, or I will paint this mountain red with your blood!"
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Post by DukeWolfRein on Oct 9, 2015 0:03:06 GMT -5
The sight of the Berserkers running at her sent Dathri into panic mode as she began to drag herself forward. She knew that if the berserkers got to her she would be ripped to shreds, and that was not the way she had pictured herself joining the LifeSource. As she crawled forward something hit her from the side and she found herself underneath a giant cat. She could smell its last meal and her face twisted into disgust before an Orc called the cat off. Dathri looked at the young Orc and grabbed the small knife that was on her wrist. Any moment now he would approach her and she would slit his throat. Just as the young Orc was about to slash at her the sky turned a deep dark shade of blue. She looked up and immediately knew that her Captain had called upon the forces of the wind. She used the distraction to her advantage and got up slowly, her leg aching as she smiled at the young Orc "This would be the part where you and your kind go running back to your hole." Her hand extended out in front of her, and using the already building winds she sent the Orcs and his cats back before running away towards the tree line.
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The Orcs all looked up as the sky darkened and roared and growled at the new threat. Karth felt something tightening within his chest, it was a feeling that very few Orcs had experiences. He felt the pain of defeat, he could feel it coming. The Harpies were summoning the wind itself to do away with them, and even he knew that not even a full army of Orcs could stand for long against Magic users. He watched as his Berserkers began to climb on the trees, launching themselves up to try and catch a Harpy that formed the circle, only to be skewered by the ones already in the sky. The Orcs on the ground aimed at the Harpies with their bows and arrows but they did little as they never reached their targets with all the wind blowing around them. Karth knew that there was only one way to solve their current problem,although if it worked it would be a miracle. He unsheathed his sword and raised it in the air.
"UNLEASH THE BEAST! THE BEAST MUST BE AWOKEN!"
The Orcs around him all roared in unison, the ground trembling as their voices carried far and deep into the mountain. The Orcs began to run towards the Harpies, leaping into the air and catching them before bringing them down and tearing them apart while they themselves were cut down by the ones that weren't caught. Karth looked above at the Captain invoking the magic and smiled "Magic is nothing compared to the might of the Orcs! Learn that today Harpy! Let your kind be cursed for thinking yourselves above the ORCS!!" He threw his sword into the air, its weight defying the wind, its speed cutting through the gales. The sword flew true as it made a bee line for the Captain. Karth let out a cackle as he grabbed a Harpy that had tried to hit him and broke her neck. It was then that the snow began to tumble down from the peak of the mountain.
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Dathri stood against a tree, her leg bleeding profusely. She watched as the Orcs roared, their roar tearing through her ears and as soon as she heard it she looked up to the mountain above them and the snow. It was beginning to let go. She turned back to the battle and watched as the Warlord walked right below the Captain. What a dumb orc, he had caused an avalanche and was also in a prime position to be attacked. Dathir sighed and then ran forward slowly before leaping into the air. She was planning on taking care of the Warlord when all of a sudden he threw his sword at hte Captain. Dathri flapped her wings as fast as she could, her trajectory towards the Captain "CAPTAIN! WATCH OUT!" As she reached the Captain and tackled her down the snow came rumbling down and she felt herself and the Captain fall into the avalanche. Everything went white.
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Post by darkpigeon on Oct 10, 2015 10:55:53 GMT -5
Hardly anyone had the time to react when the snow came shooting down the mountains. Most harpy's got the change to get into the air before the avalanche took them down. Every single orc was caught, Kronn tried to outrun it with his cats but found himself tumbling and turning in the snow, hitting tree's and large rocks while he was nothing but a ragdoll. For a moment everything when black for him, he could hear the soft whimpering and complaining of the orcs that had survived the avalance, while others had found their demise. It took him a while, but after a minute he knew what was up and what was down and started digging around him in the hope he could get out. As it slowly started to get lighter and he heard the soft purring of Apyr he smiled.
As the cat started to dig and found his best friend on two legs it became as happy as it could ever be. The big cat bumped its big head against the bleeding wound on top of Kronn's who simply wrapped his arms around the big beast and gave it a big old hug. Yes he loved his cats, there was nothing in the world he would find harder for than for them. As he crawled on top of the snow, and saw no Sneg he started to worry. Apyr softy whimpered before heading of towards a red mark in the snow. There was nothing to see and that confused Kronn before he noticed Apyr starting to dig. The young orc quickly dropped on his knee's, ignoring the fact that other orcs and Harpy's were trying to dig out their own kin. Nobody was fighting at that moment, only trying to find survivors deep within the snow. Kronn kept digging, ignoring his own wounds and double vision while Apyr was helping him along with its big paws. It took them about ten minutes before they reached Sneg who lazily lifted its big head.
A branch of a tree had snapped off during the Avalanche and had dug a way through the big cats shoulder and came out through the front of his chest. Kronn started to pull the big cat out of the snow and started to panic. Not Sneg, not his friend!! "Oh come on, come on!" he muttered with a slight hint of panic in his voice as he dragged the big cat on his lap before crawling away from underneath it. "No no no, not sneg.. come on boy!! You can survive this... come on pal! come on".
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When she was dragged from the sky by one of her own she had been furious, an emotion that only lasted for a split second before she hit her back in the snow and was dragged away by it. She held on to her sister as if she wanted to keep the younger Harpy alive. She was hit over the head by a boot of some orc and was knocked out right away. She did not move when the snow finally got to an halt, or when everyone around her started digging into the snow in the hope to find a survivor. Harpy's found orcs, orcs found harpy's. They found their own kind and started dragging them from under the snow before it would kill them. Nobody even bothered killing their enemy, but protected their own as soon as they noticed that they were being freed from the snow.
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Post by DukeWolfRein on Oct 26, 2015 21:03:45 GMT -5
There was a darkness at first, a heavy darkness through which it seemed there was no escape. He felt cold, very cold. Karth found it hard to open his eyes, or to move anything in general really. There was a scraping sound coming from right in front of him, a desperate scraping as if someone was digging a grave for their latest murder. A hand reached into a hole that had been made in his prison and pulled him upwards. The sunlight reached his eyes and he began to cough out the snow that had lodged itself in his mouth. Karth found himself on his knees, his ears ringing after being constantly hit by falling snow. He looked up at the person that had pulled him out and saw a Harpy standing before him. As he took a look around him he saw his Brothers digging others out, as well as Harpy pulling their own. The Harpy shook her head and began to walk away from him. Karth saw the sharp end of a spear sticking out from the snow, almsot as if inviting him. He growled softly and went to reach for it when he felt someone hit him from behind. He rolled away from his attacker before looking up and seeing an Orc Claw, one of his most trusted soldiers, holding a club over him "Brother! You dare defy the actions of your Warlord!?" The Orc growled at Karth and then dropped the club "You are Warlord no longer Karth, your army is defeated. Walk away Brother." Karth got up, a rage building within him as the Orc before him spoke. He looked around at all the other Orcs "IS THIS WHAT YOU DO WHEN THERE'S A MINOR MISSTEP!? I WOULD NOT SEE MY BROTHERS TURN TAIL AND FLEE FROM THESE FEATHERED ABOMINATIONS! FIGHT! COME TO ME AND FIGHT ONCE MORE!" The Orcs around him merely looked at Karth before going back to digging their brothers out. A few Harpies jumped when the Warlord began to yell, but once they noticed the Orcs ignore him went about their business.
Karth growled and let out a scream into the air. He grabbed the spear and walked towards the first thing his eyes focused on, a dying cat that was bleeding out. Thinking it a mercy, he hurled the spear point towards the cat and pierced it dead between the eyes. "Cowards! All of you!"
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Post by darkpigeon on Oct 30, 2015 17:23:05 GMT -5
Kronn ignored his Warlords cry for battle, as was everyone else around him. Kronn was in a slight state of panic, his hands shaking as he gently placed his hand on Snegs head while Apyr gently started to lick the wound in his brothers shoulder. The big cat seemed to believe that all would be well, they just needed to help Sneg and he would be up and running in no time at all. Kronn needed to believe this as well, but he knew fully well that any Medic that was still alive would have no time to spare for a mere cat. Even if that cat had fought side by side with them, that cat was nothing more than the pet of some young orc. One that was still as green as grass, and wet behind his ears.
Kronn looked around, his eyes pleading for help as he looked at a few Harpy's that were helping their sisters with their minor wounds. Kronn did not give a rats ass who was to help Sneg, his friend just needed some help. Right at the moment that one of the Harpy's seemed to think about helping the orc and his pet she let out a soft cry as a spear came flying through the air and lodged itself into the head of Sneg. The cat was dead in an instant. Kronn was shocked, utterly shocked as he looked at his warlord who simply gave him a foul look before turning his back towars Kronn and his now dead friend. Apyr let out a threatening chuff while showing its teeth. Kronn grabbed his bow and readied an arrow as he let out a loud roar. "MINOR MISSTEP!!!" he screamed at his warlord as he kept his arrow pointed directly to his warlord, giving a very clear sign that he was to fight the man to the death. Other orcs turned around to see what was going on, even the harpy's had stopped digging and seemed to try to understand what was going on. "Your Mission was doomed to fail as soon as we left our homes! Bringing an entire army to these damn feathered freaks to talk! WITH A FUCKING ARMY!!! You think they would have let us through? You damn idiot!! You are the one that got so many of us killed! You damn arrogant bastard!" He shot, is arrow digging in deep into the warlords knee. His second arrow was ready in a split second as he slowly walked closer to his warlord, but keeping enough distance between the larger orc, and himself. He knew that the warlord was better in armed combat, but Kronn had the advantage if it came to ranged weapons. Apyr kept close to Kronn, awaiting the signal from his orcen friend so he could attack. "You brought this upon us! YOU KILLED SNEG YOU BASTARD!!" He shoot again, the next arrow digging into the warlords shoulder. Kronn was not to simply kill his warlord, he wanted the man to suffer, to die in agony and pain
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Post by DukeWolfRein on Dec 16, 2015 10:47:42 GMT -5
As the arrows flew, something in the young Orc's stance and voice reminded Karth of the indignation he had once felt. His very first mission had gone badly too, but in that one, he had been the only survivor. He wondered if the young Orc would kill him, make him not have to face the responsability of his actions, the consequences of his failure. The first arrow landed cleanly on his knee, but it did not his deep enough to touch bone. The second went into his shoulder, and although he felt it run against his collar bone, he ignored the pain. This boy clearly didn't understand that there was to never be any mercy for his enemies.
"Be careful boy, you speak to someone far above your station in both title and experience. I would not shoot another arrow if you wish to live." The boy seemed determined however, and let another arrow fly. Karth growled and grabbed the arrow in one swift movement, breaking it as he caught it and running towards the young Orc and his cat. He would not stand another insult from him. His fist caught the boy's cheek and he sent him down to the ground. "You will cease this!"
Dathri slowly lifted her wings, the snow that covered her and her captain flying every which way as she carried the other Harpy out of the hole. She looked around, dazed at first. There were bodies everywhere, and others looking for survivors. She jumped slightly as she heard a young Orc cry out to the one she had recognized as their Warlord. The Young Orc was attacking his Warlord. Dathri took a step forward and then softly set her Captain down before grabbing a spear and aiming it at the Warlord. This ended now.
As she prepared to release her spear, she felt a hand hold her wrist in place and looked up to an Orc who shook his head. In her confusion she mistook the head shake for a threat. Ripping her wrist away from the Orc she turned around and dug the spear deep into his midsection with a cry and then taking it out and ran him through his skull just to be sure. She let go of the spear and as the Orc fell she knew she had made a big mistake. She looked around as the other Orcs focused on her. She turned around and saw the Warlord look at her as well. "It...it was an accident...I just wanted to stop the Warlord. I swear."
Karth heard the scream of the Harpy and turned to see the body of one of his fall to the ground. He growled, his ears turning deaf at the Harpy's meaningless words. A death is a death. "Now do you see!!?? They don't stop the slaughter!! Why should we brothers!? Why should we?" In an instant all the Harpies clustered together, their spears and swords out. Karth ran at them, his eyes turning a deep black as he grabbed an axe from the snow and threw himself at the small group of Harpies. The remaining Orcs armed themselves, but they just watched. Their Warlord still had not regained his status, and they would not listen to him until he did.
Karth fought the Harpies one by one, his axe tearing through flesh and armor alike. He bellowed and screamed for each kill, always focused on the Harpy that had killed his fellow Orc. The rest just stood in his way. Anger was an Orc's greatest weapon, and Karth had always managed to use his very efficiently. The Harpies that decided to fly were pulled back down and cut down, their screams filling the air.
He saw the Harpy, the one with Orc blood on her hands. She saw him too and tried to fly but could barely lift herself up. Karth walked up to her, grabbed her by her head and dug his axe into her back. Dathri let out a scream, her world going black almost instantly. Karth turned around as he dropped the Harpy and screamed into the air. His voice was guttural and deep "Now my Brothers!! Now!!" The Orcs all turned to look at the remaining Harpies and screamed out as a chorus as they charged at them.
Karth's eyes went back to normal, and he walked towards the young Orc "I know you wish to kill me, boy. But you must understand there are far more important things in this world than dying cats." As he said that a spear came flying out and his Karth in the shoulder. He yelled out in pain and growled as he looked back. The Harpies were gaining advantage, his soldiers were failing.
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Post by darkpigeon on Dec 27, 2015 7:59:13 GMT -5
He was cursing Karth as he was pinched down by his very own warlord. It was a freaking miracle that the man did not just kill him. He had every right to, hell.. he had seen the big orc do so more than once. Maybe he did not kill Kronn because he did not want to loose more of his men, maybe he was getting weaker, or it was the off change that he liked Kronn, that he thought that that young orc with his two cats... well.. one cat.. had promise! As the young orc crawled back on his feet, his eyes on the back of his warlord he felt like he just wanted to kick that man in his balls. Maybe Kronn was not he right Orc material, maybe he was more of a thinker and not as much as a fighter quite like the rest of his brethren. But one thing was clear, as soon as the fight broke loose he rolled his eyes and cursed every single person that was fighting. That he took a little bit to much time doing so, was clear as his faithful companion and long time friend Apyr pinched down a harpy that wanted to kill Kronn. She failed though, and as Apyr bit through her throat to silence her for once and all, it was Kronn who knew that he could not talk his way out of this. Nope, this was a fighting matter and this time he wasn't as happy to do so.
He fought more to keep himself alive, than that he fought to kill as much harpy's as he could. It felt utterly useless, and worse of all.. most of them were wounded and most of his brethren took them out first. Harpy's that were still stuck in the snow, bunch of cowards! There was no honor in killing those, those were kills made by baby's, baby's with pink teddy bears! It made him feel nothing but shame for most of those fighters. As his warlord came towards him, he held his sword tightly in his hands. Was that coward coming for him now? And throw the blame of his death towards the Harpy's. It would be a good lie though, even Kronn with his little to no training in true combat could see that the harpy's were to win this. The orcs kept finding it hard to walk over the loose snow, where the Harpy's could simply fly over it or have the advantage of their very light weight. They simply walked over the snow. Kronn wanted to do it, just kill that sorry ass bastard for failing every single one of them! At that moment it seemed like the gods had heard his soft prayers, Apyr wanted to dash up against the warlord as the spear hit him. The big orc cried out in pain and sank to his knee's in the loose snow.
Kronn did not even know that he was doing it, but as the big orc turned around to see his army failing. It was the younger orc that kept his sword high up, ready to dig is sharp weapon into the warlords neck. It was such an odd sight that some of the harpy's stopped. Was that orc really going to take down his own captain? Kronn's eye went dark as he looked at the older, and much stronger orc in front of him. Kronn hated the man for what he had said.. just a cat.. clearly that dumb-ass-green-ugly-elven-kissing-human-loving-pig-anus-face did not even know what those cats truly were. But then again, nobody seemed to understand why that young orc was always in the company of those cats. You never saw him without them, not ever since he had come back with two small kittens, their eyes still shut.
The captain of the flock smiled, she would kick that young harpy's ass later that day. But for now she was glad, glad that despite the oddities they were starting to win this. Those damn idiotic green monsters truly did not understand the power of the harpy's. They might be small, not as strong, rather fragile. But they were quick, light on their feet, smart, and as long as some of the truly old harpy's were not to see you do so.. they had magic, and plenty of it. She had taken down a few orcs with ease as she saw something happening in the back, the warlord fell down with a loud scream, the pain clear in his voice. But that young orc, his sword held up high, a cat ready to strike next to his feet... was he truly going to do this? The Captain filled her longs with air, a devilish grin spreading across her lips as she kicked an freshly killed orc from her sword. With the power to control the wind she could make her voice be heard by every single person there, make them all know that she could control every single living orc and harpy at that moment, make them do what she wanted. "KILL HIM, KILL YOUR WARLORD YOUNG ONE!! AND YOU WILL ALL WALK FREE!" She said, as she gestured towards the young orc.
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Post by DukeWolfRein on Dec 29, 2015 12:47:51 GMT -5
Dathri could barely feel her back. The gash that traveled along her back bled out like a slow moving river. She tried to get up but only managed to get on her knees before the pain proved to be too much for her. She knew her mistake would bring a punishment upon her worse than the wound. As she looked up she saw her sisters laying dead beside her, the blood almost glowing red on the snow. The Warlord. Who did he think he was? Marching into their territory with an army and expecting talks of peace. What a fool. She had challenged him, and she had lost. She wondered how many more would lie dead because of her mistake.
She raised her eyes and saw her sisters fighting. Her sisters winning. The Orcs were out of their element, and the terrain was not in their favor for this particular fight. As she looked on she heard her Captain speak.
"KILL HIM, KILL YOUR WARLORD YOUNG ONE!! AND YOU WILL ALL WALK FREE!"
Her words rang through the air and the soldiers, both Harpy and Orc, stopped and turned to look at the Warlord. The Orc already had a spear sticking out of his shoulder. He was not useless, but this had put him in a momentary position of weakness. Going berserk cost a great deal of energy for an Orc, even a Warlord. She saw the young Orc, his sword raised high above his head. Dathri looked at her Captain and thought 'Orcs do not kill their leaders. That is a sin.' When she turned back to the Warlord there was a quiet gasp that escaped her lips as the sword dug derp into the Warlord's neck. The Orc turned to look at the younger one and reached out a hand to him, as if asking for balance as the blood drained from his neck. Dathri couldn't believe it.
Karth gasped for breath. His need for air surpassed the pain he felt as the blade struck true. He fell to his knees and looked at the young Orc. He couldn't speak, he couldn't scream. He wanted to. As the young Orc removed the sword and readied himself to finish the deed, time slowed down. Karth saw the Harpies and the Orcs around them. They had stopped fighting. Their eyes fixed on him. Killing a leader is sin. Killing a weak leader is a mercy. A mercy for the Orc, and a mercy for the people. He took a slow and difficult breath before seeing the flash of steel one last time. Karth the Warlord sat headless on the field. It was done.
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