OOC: This is a pretty big timejump, so feel free to embellish on your activities for the past 6 days as you introduce yourself into this thread.
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Since the victory on the airship, much had happened. There was a violent fight for leadership. Orcs split up into two major parties, those supporting Krigg, the largest and strongest orc and those supporting Thrugg who wanted to pay respect to their shaman. In two days 200 orcs dwindled into 50 as they ruthlessly slaughtered each other. It wasn't until Thrugg figured out how to operate the ship on the 16th that the war ended. At last all orcs could agree on the leader: the smartest one. It was complete luck that awarded the shaman knowledge of the ship. He discovered the magickal buoyancy device and triggered it.
Dench earned his own respect among the new orc crew by taking Krigg's head in an orc to orc fight. He was to be punished for going against Thrugg, but refused to leave. Dench and Krigg had a terrible battle on the deck of their ship before finally decapitating him. Revered as the military leader of the gang, the two orcs found great fame during the course of the week.
After taking the ship around the Downs the crew became restless, hoping to attack more humans soon. They were also running low on food, water, and supplies. The morning of the 20th, the crew woke Thrugg and Dench up with howls of frustration. They demanded a plan and more human blood.
The Orc Ship (Samheen 20, Morningtide) ~ Dench and Thrugg
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OOC: Wooooo! New thread, yeah!
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Dench growled as he awoke to the din outside – he understood however, he too felt the urge for battle and the sharp pangs of hunger. He looked at the door of the cabin he had claimed as his own, then sighed, buckled on his sword and stepped out into the daylight to face his crew. Over the last six days he had varied his time between practicing his fighting abilities and (indeed for the most part) asserting his general dominance over the crew – feeling out the intricacies of leadership as he went on. And now he had to come up with a plan. He banged his sword on his shield until the crew present shut up, and then spoke,
“We move soon. Gara, you take five, and Marak – you also take five. You go down and hunt, bring back bird, fish, deer, and manling if you come across them. Meantime rest of us make ship ready to leave. Once hunters return with supplies, we move – we raid farms that we come across, and see if we can make manling bang-sticks work. We have much plunder, and much manflesh.â€
Dench looked up and smiled at the great symbol of the Red Warrior he had ordered daubed on the mainsail and grinned,
“Well? Get to it!"
IC:
Dench growled as he awoke to the din outside – he understood however, he too felt the urge for battle and the sharp pangs of hunger. He looked at the door of the cabin he had claimed as his own, then sighed, buckled on his sword and stepped out into the daylight to face his crew. Over the last six days he had varied his time between practicing his fighting abilities and (indeed for the most part) asserting his general dominance over the crew – feeling out the intricacies of leadership as he went on. And now he had to come up with a plan. He banged his sword on his shield until the crew present shut up, and then spoke,
“We move soon. Gara, you take five, and Marak – you also take five. You go down and hunt, bring back bird, fish, deer, and manling if you come across them. Meantime rest of us make ship ready to leave. Once hunters return with supplies, we move – we raid farms that we come across, and see if we can make manling bang-sticks work. We have much plunder, and much manflesh.â€
Dench looked up and smiled at the great symbol of the Red Warrior he had ordered daubed on the mainsail and grinned,
“Well? Get to it!"
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Thrugg woke sharply as he heard the howls, grunts and cries for blood. Heaving himsef up, he pulled on his long coat, the bones clanking together as he moved. Opening the door, he headed for Denchs' cabin, finding several Orcs, and Dench issuing orders. The Shaman approached, drawing himself up and looking keenly at each of the up starts causing the rowdiness. " You heard orders. Now go. ", he forced his voice to sound powerful and intimidating, his intelligent eyes serving to do so more than his voice. Few of them would challenge Thrugg himself, Dench was more the muscle, an he the brains. Would they risk the anger of the War Gods by harming the magic man? They would if they found out the truth, that Thrugg had no more magical power than a new born babe. But he was working on it, he knew that the route to power was concentration, so he kept himself alert, meditating, clearing out his mind, which wasn't hard for an Orc to do.
The sheer luck of triggering the flying device that caused the ship to rise and sail skies was a stroke of genius as far as the others were concerned, even Dench. It gave him a power over them, for he was superior to them in the mental department, and the respected him for it, to a certain extent,
Facing Dench, " We need talk. Ship ready to fly. ", he eyed his Brother Orcs, " Go! ", with that, he enetered Denchs' cabin and slammed the door shut. " Decide where go. With ship we go anywhere, kill more Oooman, or pointy ear adeehel. ", th very thought of possessing the skull of an Elf sent his blood racing, a young she-elf, tender and sweet. There was another reason Thrugg wanted to leave, he needed to find another Shaman to teach him, or at elast find someone....perhaps something, magically inclinged to show him what to do. The Orc Shaman had tried over the passed several days, with anger and hate to produce magic, but he was no wielder of those great forces yet, so the results had been less than fruitlful.
The sheer luck of triggering the flying device that caused the ship to rise and sail skies was a stroke of genius as far as the others were concerned, even Dench. It gave him a power over them, for he was superior to them in the mental department, and the respected him for it, to a certain extent,
Facing Dench, " We need talk. Ship ready to fly. ", he eyed his Brother Orcs, " Go! ", with that, he enetered Denchs' cabin and slammed the door shut. " Decide where go. With ship we go anywhere, kill more Oooman, or pointy ear adeehel. ", th very thought of possessing the skull of an Elf sent his blood racing, a young she-elf, tender and sweet. There was another reason Thrugg wanted to leave, he needed to find another Shaman to teach him, or at elast find someone....perhaps something, magically inclinged to show him what to do. The Orc Shaman had tried over the passed several days, with anger and hate to produce magic, but he was no wielder of those great forces yet, so the results had been less than fruitlful.
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Dench nodded and indicated a set of maps strewn over the table in the dead captin's cabin,
"Dench found these - cannot read Ooman signs, but think that this Kingdom now too defensive to attack. Still wary after Orcs attack. Adheel good hunting, but also well defended."
He sat down with a sigh and shrugged,
"We have few Orcs, we only able to make small raids at moment."
The powerful Orc looked up sharply - as if struck by inspiration,
"They say there is island of gods - where Oomans and Adheel and any others can become those who speak with gods, become Priest and Shaman and Pala-din. Island-that-Fortells. If we can find this island, we speak with Red Warrior - he bless us, make us strong. We no longer lack purpose."
"Dench found these - cannot read Ooman signs, but think that this Kingdom now too defensive to attack. Still wary after Orcs attack. Adheel good hunting, but also well defended."
He sat down with a sigh and shrugged,
"We have few Orcs, we only able to make small raids at moment."
The powerful Orc looked up sharply - as if struck by inspiration,
"They say there is island of gods - where Oomans and Adheel and any others can become those who speak with gods, become Priest and Shaman and Pala-din. Island-that-Fortells. If we can find this island, we speak with Red Warrior - he bless us, make us strong. We no longer lack purpose."
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OOC: and here I am! I suggest we do some quick hyperposting and then see where this thread is going. I would like to know if you are staying in the KC area or not 
Please note that we yet again have a Synchevent so I'll have to come up with a clever way of disguising that in the thread too 
IC: Dench's military prowess made for swift obedience, even from Orcs. They slauntered off deck with five man each, to seek out their prey. It left the two leaders of the ship able to plan their future within their limited means.
Please note that we yet again have a Synchevent so I'll have to come up with a clever way of disguising that in the thread too
IC: Dench's military prowess made for swift obedience, even from Orcs. They slauntered off deck with five man each, to seek out their prey. It left the two leaders of the ship able to plan their future within their limited means.
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Thrugg eyed Dench intently, then his gaze wandered to the port-hole window of the cabin, his thoughts travelling to the distant possibilities. " We see. Go to this Island and I speak with Red God... ", there was something else nagging at the back of his mind, yet the Orc could not discern what the feeling was. " I need magic, make me powerful, Brother Orcs' not question me when I use magic to kill Oomans and Adhiel. ", he smiled to himself, the image in his mind he conjured, standing tall and weaving spells. Perhaps there was something in becoming a Priest of the Red God, Thrugg would have to see what the God had to say.
How were they to reach the Oracles Isle though? Frowning, " You know way to Isle of Gods? Maybe there be a map on Ship... "
How were they to reach the Oracles Isle though? Frowning, " You know way to Isle of Gods? Maybe there be a map on Ship... "
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Dench raised an eyebrow and cuffed Thrugg upside the head,
"You too busy dreaming magic dreams - going deaf."
He pointed to the map-strewn table again,
"And blind. Any G'thrug think you gettin old."
The hefty Orc booted aside some wood - evidently his massive bulk had proven too much for the Ooman captain's flimsy chair - and rummaged through a draw full of scrawlings in the Ooman tongue,
"Bah, all in Ooman. Mayhap some G'thrug on ship read Ooman?"
He thought about his question and snarled,
"Or not. Mayhap we find Ooman to read for us."
The mass of muscle, tatoo and scar tissue that made up the bull Orc turned to face Thrugg again,
"Perhaps you try and work out how firesticks in ship's side work?"
"You too busy dreaming magic dreams - going deaf."
He pointed to the map-strewn table again,
"And blind. Any G'thrug think you gettin old."
The hefty Orc booted aside some wood - evidently his massive bulk had proven too much for the Ooman captain's flimsy chair - and rummaged through a draw full of scrawlings in the Ooman tongue,
"Bah, all in Ooman. Mayhap some G'thrug on ship read Ooman?"
He thought about his question and snarled,
"Or not. Mayhap we find Ooman to read for us."
The mass of muscle, tatoo and scar tissue that made up the bull Orc turned to face Thrugg again,
"Perhaps you try and work out how firesticks in ship's side work?"
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To find a human ment another raid. That of course was what orcs lived and breathed for, so motivating the crew would not be that difficult.
Indeed, upon the table Dench indicated many maps were stretched out, others were still rolled up, with red ribbon around them. The maps were full of strange signs and numbers, as well as lines and dots that held some mysterious purpose.
Indeed, upon the table Dench indicated many maps were stretched out, others were still rolled up, with red ribbon around them. The maps were full of strange signs and numbers, as well as lines and dots that held some mysterious purpose.
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Thrugg thought this over for a whille, the cannons would certainly be useful at a later date if they were to raid a village for supplies, and well, just general fun. The would be Shaman leaned over Denchs' shoulder to look at the maps, the scribbles of human and drawing were all very strange to him, and he could not make it, not all of it anyway. He did look over it more intently trying to see what he could understand, having a basic knowledge of the human language.
" I make firesticks work soon enough... I finded out how to make ship fly. ", he drew himself up, feeling extremely proud, for it was something that gained him immense favour on the ship. " Tell more about this...Isle were Red God is... "
" I make firesticks work soon enough... I finded out how to make ship fly. ", he drew himself up, feeling extremely proud, for it was something that gained him immense favour on the ship. " Tell more about this...Isle were Red God is... "
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OOC: Sure thing Anarión.
Dench lounged against the wall,
"I only hearof it in few old tales. Is east of the lands of G'Thrug. 'Cross mountain, then desert, then sea. There is place called Seven Islands - Island-That-Fortells is there, in far east of that place."
He looked around,
"We need much supplies if we make journey - and need find Ooman who read maps. Maybey...maybey we find Ooman who not need beating to do it. Not want Ooman who will lie about markings."
He booted the cabin door open and strode out on deck, looking around the ship as he did so - grinning again at the huge sign of the Red Warrior he had ordered daubed on the mainsail. He turned to address Thrugg again,
"We wait for night - stars tell us which way East. We go that way, then can try and find one to read Ooman signs on way - is plenty distance to Island-That-Fortells, much time to find reader."
He looked around again, this time with an annoyed expression on his face - then cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed up at the Orc in the crow's nest,
"You see hunters?"
Dench lounged against the wall,
"I only hearof it in few old tales. Is east of the lands of G'Thrug. 'Cross mountain, then desert, then sea. There is place called Seven Islands - Island-That-Fortells is there, in far east of that place."
He looked around,
"We need much supplies if we make journey - and need find Ooman who read maps. Maybey...maybey we find Ooman who not need beating to do it. Not want Ooman who will lie about markings."
He booted the cabin door open and strode out on deck, looking around the ship as he did so - grinning again at the huge sign of the Red Warrior he had ordered daubed on the mainsail. He turned to address Thrugg again,
"We wait for night - stars tell us which way East. We go that way, then can try and find one to read Ooman signs on way - is plenty distance to Island-That-Fortells, much time to find reader."
He looked around again, this time with an annoyed expression on his face - then cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed up at the Orc in the crow's nest,
"You see hunters?"
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The surroundings around the airship were empty. There were trees and colorful plains, still green, yet dulled due to the coming of the autumn with yellow, red and brown. On a nearby hill a pair of deer grazed and a lone rabbit jumped scared away from the flying construction. No sign of the hunters came into view though.
Then a single orc appeared on the horizon. The male staggered and humped forward favouring the right leg. He cried out. "Aauuhhhh!!!!" The call was filled with pain and panic. Now another three orcs came following the first - Marak was finally making his way into view - and the five orcs stumbled quickly forward towards the airship.
Behind the five orcs a group emerged. They were mostly on foot, but four had horses and would close the distance between the fleeing orcs before they reached the safe airship. The men were common villagers it seemed, carrying pitchforks and spears and rusty swords.
Then a single orc appeared on the horizon. The male staggered and humped forward favouring the right leg. He cried out. "Aauuhhhh!!!!" The call was filled with pain and panic. Now another three orcs came following the first - Marak was finally making his way into view - and the five orcs stumbled quickly forward towards the airship.
Behind the five orcs a group emerged. They were mostly on foot, but four had horses and would close the distance between the fleeing orcs before they reached the safe airship. The men were common villagers it seemed, carrying pitchforks and spears and rusty swords.
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Dench reacted fast, his warrior instincts taking over - he ran for the anchor cable, roaring as he did - a wordless call to arms that would surely have the crew armed and following him the moment they heard it. The hefty Orc shinned down the anchor cable as fast as he could and drew his Razhakain - hefting the wave-edged sword in both hands as he threw back his head and bellowed a warcry at the skies. Then he was charging dead towards the fleeing Orcs - he paid no heed to whether the crew were following him, trusting to their innate lust of battle that they would and confident in his own ability to defeat these mere villagers before their ground-pounding cohorts caught up with them.
As he came close enough to clearly make out the first horseman he bellowed again, the roar ringing in his ears as his adrenaline-enhanced sense felt the thud of each heavy footstep jarring right through him. He didn't slow, but brought his sword back and low behind him, ready to lash up once he passed the horse's head and rip into the rider's stomach. Dench's teeth bared and he felt the familiar red mist cloud the edges of his vision - his dreadlocks bounced on his bare back and his tattooed green hide shifted as muscles like watermelons rippled beneath.
The budding warlord felt time slow about him as he closed with his enemy, the relentless jarring of his booted feet as they kicked up clouds of dust deadened and his own heavy breaths filled his ears - he felt each muscle clench as his shoulders span - bringing his great blade slicing up and forwards at full reach. The bellow he let out as he swung seemed distant to his ears, even as his nostrils were filled with the scent of sweat, horse and fear. He followed through as he blade arced higher, spinning on the spot and ducking as he did so to avoid any retaliatory slashes and simultaniously glancing to check the position of Marak and his fleeing hunters, and that of any of his crew who might have followed him off the ship.
As he came close enough to clearly make out the first horseman he bellowed again, the roar ringing in his ears as his adrenaline-enhanced sense felt the thud of each heavy footstep jarring right through him. He didn't slow, but brought his sword back and low behind him, ready to lash up once he passed the horse's head and rip into the rider's stomach. Dench's teeth bared and he felt the familiar red mist cloud the edges of his vision - his dreadlocks bounced on his bare back and his tattooed green hide shifted as muscles like watermelons rippled beneath.
The budding warlord felt time slow about him as he closed with his enemy, the relentless jarring of his booted feet as they kicked up clouds of dust deadened and his own heavy breaths filled his ears - he felt each muscle clench as his shoulders span - bringing his great blade slicing up and forwards at full reach. The bellow he let out as he swung seemed distant to his ears, even as his nostrils were filled with the scent of sweat, horse and fear. He followed through as he blade arced higher, spinning on the spot and ducking as he did so to avoid any retaliatory slashes and simultaniously glancing to check the position of Marak and his fleeing hunters, and that of any of his crew who might have followed him off the ship.
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Dench did indeed close the distance quickly. He sprinted across the plains and almos ran into the fleeing orcs. Had he listened he would have heard the thundering sound of the warrior orcs following him from the airship. These war-driven beasts were right behind him - smelling the tasty human flesh closer now.
The orcish scream filled the attacking men with fear and Dench seized the opportunity to slay the front runner. The blade arched higher and higher, and time slowed impossibly. It cut through flesh, and crimson floated wildly and stained Dench. The horse screamed in panic and pivoted high above the ground throwing the already dead man onto the ground. The carcass lay there and now the 10 orcs following Dench ran straight into the 20 footsoldiers and 2 mounted riders.
Dench were now able to see the surroundings and could see the entire situation. His progress had halted (OOC: You did stop to check the position of Marak and anyone following?). The 10 orcs were easily visible in violent confrontation with the manlings. Marak and his orcs were still far down the hill, trying their best to turn. Now they could also feel the prospect of slaughter and were turning around to join the battle.
Screams and powerful yells filled the plains. 4 humans were immediately cut down by the running orcs and although the usual manoeuver would perhaps have been to flee the manlings held their ground with their unrefined weapons and clumsy attacks. The clamour of steel against steel mixed with the dying shrieks tore into the ears of Dench.
He was now faced with two manlings who were suddenly there in front of him. The pair began to circle him - one armed with a pitchfork and the second with a rusty and ancient sword and a buckler. None of them carried any real protection, but were simply draped in ordinary garments.
The orcish scream filled the attacking men with fear and Dench seized the opportunity to slay the front runner. The blade arched higher and higher, and time slowed impossibly. It cut through flesh, and crimson floated wildly and stained Dench. The horse screamed in panic and pivoted high above the ground throwing the already dead man onto the ground. The carcass lay there and now the 10 orcs following Dench ran straight into the 20 footsoldiers and 2 mounted riders.
Dench were now able to see the surroundings and could see the entire situation. His progress had halted (OOC: You did stop to check the position of Marak and anyone following?). The 10 orcs were easily visible in violent confrontation with the manlings. Marak and his orcs were still far down the hill, trying their best to turn. Now they could also feel the prospect of slaughter and were turning around to join the battle.
Screams and powerful yells filled the plains. 4 humans were immediately cut down by the running orcs and although the usual manoeuver would perhaps have been to flee the manlings held their ground with their unrefined weapons and clumsy attacks. The clamour of steel against steel mixed with the dying shrieks tore into the ears of Dench.
He was now faced with two manlings who were suddenly there in front of him. The pair began to circle him - one armed with a pitchfork and the second with a rusty and ancient sword and a buckler. None of them carried any real protection, but were simply draped in ordinary garments.
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Dench gave his challengers a gutteral snarl, holding a loose stance as they cricled around him. He waited for a moment or two to find his footing, then lashed out with his swords one-handed at the human with the buckler, aiming to strike his sword - he saw no way that the rusted weapon could stand up to the orcish steel of his sword. As he did so he kept a wary eye o nthe other human, his left hand ready to snap out and grab the pitchfork between the prongs should the human lunge. He snarled again, disgusted by the human's soft, weak pink skin and their strange jutting-out noses. They might taste good, but by the Warrior were they ugly.
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Usually fear and panic would have been displayed among the manglings facing an orcish beast. Today was different though. The men were challenging the more experienced orcs without hesitation. With a pitchfork the man dove forward the same instant Dench moved in to fight it out with the other man, and he continued past Dench and gutted another brute with the pitchfork. It appeared the entire kill was a godsent gift. The speared companion snarled and went down spitting crimson. A final gutteral noise erupted from the dying body, and the beast gasped for the last time.
Dench fared much better though. As he lashed forward with Razhakain the orc splintered the rusted weapon of his opponent and only a quick manoeuver with his buckler saved his skin. Razhakain did not yet reach and cut flesh. It seemed though that it would be difficult to continue the fight without a weapon. Dench was now standing over the manling and the human mustered all his strength to keep Razhakain from taking his life. The pair were close, and Dench could smell the sweat and stink omitting from the manling.
Dench and the human were locked togheter. Sword pressed against buckler. A bulk of green muscles against a muscular man with soft human flesh
The men were inexperienced, yet they made up for the lack of practice in calm and collected behaviour and number. The men fought bravely and so far only three humans (of the initial 22) were dead and one orc. In all honesty the humans were doing a much better job than could be expected due to their ancient and inproficient weaponry.
Dench fared much better though. As he lashed forward with Razhakain the orc splintered the rusted weapon of his opponent and only a quick manoeuver with his buckler saved his skin. Razhakain did not yet reach and cut flesh. It seemed though that it would be difficult to continue the fight without a weapon. Dench was now standing over the manling and the human mustered all his strength to keep Razhakain from taking his life. The pair were close, and Dench could smell the sweat and stink omitting from the manling.
Dench and the human were locked togheter. Sword pressed against buckler. A bulk of green muscles against a muscular man with soft human flesh
The men were inexperienced, yet they made up for the lack of practice in calm and collected behaviour and number. The men fought bravely and so far only three humans (of the initial 22) were dead and one orc. In all honesty the humans were doing a much better job than could be expected due to their ancient and inproficient weaponry.
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Dench snarled and smashed his forehead into the human's face, hard. Confident that would at least knock his victim out for a good length of time, if not crush his skull entierly, the bull orc turned around to face the pitch-fork wielder. He was annoyed now, his orcs were taking too long to finish these farmers off, and he partly blamed himself, they were better warriors of course, but they weren't organised and that let the human's numbers tell. He stepped in to face the man with the ptichfork, battering at him with his great wave-edged blade, there was no real skill or finesse in it - he was done toying with his prey, now he was going for a quick kill.
Even as he battered the human's defences he bellowed out orders in orcish, ordering the orcs to form a spearpoint formation. Dench had seen battlefields, and he knew how effective such a formation could be against greater numbers. Following the huge number of orc deaths in the infighting for the ship, there was no shortage of equipment, and Dench assumed that any orc who lacked a razhakain or shield had obtained himself one. He battered away at the human, still bellowing his orders.
Even as he battered the human's defences he bellowed out orders in orcish, ordering the orcs to form a spearpoint formation. Dench had seen battlefields, and he knew how effective such a formation could be against greater numbers. Following the huge number of orc deaths in the infighting for the ship, there was no shortage of equipment, and Dench assumed that any orc who lacked a razhakain or shield had obtained himself one. He battered away at the human, still bellowing his orders.
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Dench's head proved to be compiled of much harder stuff than that of the puny warrior he faced. With a crushing headbutt, Dench smashed into the man, the opposition fainted with crimson gushing out of his forehead. The man toppled backwards and fell onto to the comfortable mattress of green. He gurgled and red ran from his mouth and down onto the white shirt he was wearing. Distantly a wife and her child felt a change, and the adolescent began to moan. Unconscious about the cruel ending of their padre, the woman did not bother to comfort her child and instead began to complain. She had not been able to comprehend the change like the child (OOC: Now, see what you have done?).
The manlings were now slowly being slain. One after another, the orcs malevolently sliced through their figures. Their numbers were severly reduced and still, the remaining force fought valiently on. It was like their lives depended on this battle.
The order from Dench appeared to be completly drained in the rackass and indeed to his frenzied companions. The smell of manling in their noses, the orcish beasts were uncontrollable. Not a single orc listened and instead followed his example of battering on the living (and dead) humans.
Dench began his second assault on the manling which had succeeded in murdering an orc. Obviously the man was favoured by the gods. Amazingly he avioded Dench's furious attack and jumped sideways and out of harm's way. If Dench was still not completly consumed by warlust he would hear a faint thumping. Clack, clack, clack, clicketty clack, clack. The quiet almost inhearable sound was moving closer though.
The manlings were now slowly being slain. One after another, the orcs malevolently sliced through their figures. Their numbers were severly reduced and still, the remaining force fought valiently on. It was like their lives depended on this battle.
The order from Dench appeared to be completly drained in the rackass and indeed to his frenzied companions. The smell of manling in their noses, the orcish beasts were uncontrollable. Not a single orc listened and instead followed his example of battering on the living (and dead) humans.
Dench began his second assault on the manling which had succeeded in murdering an orc. Obviously the man was favoured by the gods. Amazingly he avioded Dench's furious attack and jumped sideways and out of harm's way. If Dench was still not completly consumed by warlust he would hear a faint thumping. Clack, clack, clack, clicketty clack, clack. The quiet almost inhearable sound was moving closer though.
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Dench's head cocked at the sound of hoofbeats in the distance. Cavalry - not good. Dench circled around his pitchfork-wielding opponent, ready to react to any move he might make, then he bellowed out in Orcish once more,
"Retreat! Get your worthless hides back to the ship now!"
He stalked backwards slowly, ready to maul and human that got too close. Thinks might not look good, but Dench wasn't about to let pride get i nthe way of survival - and he knew what a cavalry charge could do to a group of warriors. Especially this undisciplined rabble, he'd have to do something about that. None the less - Dench was only intending to retreat as far as the ship, he had a plan for once he was aboard.
"Retreat! Get your worthless hides back to the ship now!"
He stalked backwards slowly, ready to maul and human that got too close. Thinks might not look good, but Dench wasn't about to let pride get i nthe way of survival - and he knew what a cavalry charge could do to a group of warriors. Especially this undisciplined rabble, he'd have to do something about that. None the less - Dench was only intending to retreat as far as the ship, he had a plan for once he was aboard.
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Finally the orcish beasts listened to the orders and began to retreat in an orderly fashion. The men fought savagely and while the orcs moved backwards a pair were behind - still fighting. Now the brutal manlings swarmed over the remaining two orcs. Without a chance to survive the orcs took with them a manling to death.
Then over the hill came the horsemen thundering. There were many. An entire line of spears and lances pointed towards Dench and his comrades. On the top their leader raised his arm - a man with a proud shiny helmet and gleaming armor. He lifted a horn to his lips and blew in it. "UUUUUHHHHHHHH." The men reacted immediately. 30 to 40 horsemen came forward. Quicker and quicker. The horses increased the pace, and the men lowered their weapons.
"Arghh. Why this happen? How the manlings be orgnized like this?" An orc asked Dench and the rest of the beasts. Now they were standing underneath the airship. The other orcs on the boat was howling and winking.
Then over the hill came the horsemen thundering. There were many. An entire line of spears and lances pointed towards Dench and his comrades. On the top their leader raised his arm - a man with a proud shiny helmet and gleaming armor. He lifted a horn to his lips and blew in it. "UUUUUHHHHHHHH." The men reacted immediately. 30 to 40 horsemen came forward. Quicker and quicker. The horses increased the pace, and the men lowered their weapons.
"Arghh. Why this happen? How the manlings be orgnized like this?" An orc asked Dench and the rest of the beasts. Now they were standing underneath the airship. The other orcs on the boat was howling and winking.
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OOC: Did you see where Thrugg went? I'll PM Ashtallion.
IC: The orcs reacted obidiently. Now his colleagues seized the ropes which had been throwed down and heaved and pulled. Finally the beasts were back on the floating construction and now they lined the edges to watch the horsemen.
The manlings stopped their horses. They were still a short distance away from the airship. The men marvelled the construction, and now their leader moved his horse forward. "Come down and fight honestly," he yelled at the floating airship. The manling gesticulated frantically and raised his spear above his head. The knights roared, the horses stomped their hooves in the ground.
Now the manlings from the earlier battle began to gather again, picking up their weapons and began to circle around the horsemen.
"Whazt now?" Marak asked. The horsemen were impatient and carefully manoevered their horses forward, and the footmen followed them in a thight circle. Still they were keeping a safe distance between themselves and the airship.
IC: The orcs reacted obidiently. Now his colleagues seized the ropes which had been throwed down and heaved and pulled. Finally the beasts were back on the floating construction and now they lined the edges to watch the horsemen.
The manlings stopped their horses. They were still a short distance away from the airship. The men marvelled the construction, and now their leader moved his horse forward. "Come down and fight honestly," he yelled at the floating airship. The manling gesticulated frantically and raised his spear above his head. The knights roared, the horses stomped their hooves in the ground.
Now the manlings from the earlier battle began to gather again, picking up their weapons and began to circle around the horsemen.
"Whazt now?" Marak asked. The horsemen were impatient and carefully manoevered their horses forward, and the footmen followed them in a thight circle. Still they were keeping a safe distance between themselves and the airship.
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Dench watched the pinkskins down below, leaning on the rail of the ship. He grunted at Marak, lost in thought. Then something came to him,
Search ship, try find crossbows men were using on us when we took it."
The bull orc carried on leaning, counting the number of horsemen and of footsoldiers as he reached for a vargi. He wasn't certain, but the humans might be just about close enough for a good, strong throw to reach them.
Search ship, try find crossbows men were using on us when we took it."
The bull orc carried on leaning, counting the number of horsemen and of footsoldiers as he reached for a vargi. He wasn't certain, but the humans might be just about close enough for a good, strong throw to reach them.
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Although Dench did not direct the order to anyone in particular, Marak obeyed immediately. The orcish brute had accepted the leadership of Dench and now, with a couple of other orcs, he began to scour the flying construction. Grunting and roaming - the beastly warriors began their search. Quickly more orcs joined them and finally ten orcs were running up and down in an unorderly way trying to find 'rossbous'.
Although the horsemen might be within distance of Dench's mighty hurl, his accuracy was still not perfect and the javelin sailed up and away and landed in front and to the side of the knights. The horsemen merely laughed and pointed to Dench mocking his failure.
A pair of particularly stupid orcs came up to Dench with befuddled looks on their cruel facades. "Uhhmm. Whaz bees' 'rossbous? Denk? Rossbous? Whaz bees' 'em?" They asked Dench in unis. The foul-smelling fighters exchanged looks and then turned back to Dench to await his answer.
About then five orcs - including Marak - returned with the crossbows discovered in the hull.
"Happy! Now we pop 'em filthy 'orsemen!" Marak exclaimed. "We attack 'rom the sky. Muahahahhha!"
Still the four other orcs with stood motionless with about 15 crossbows in their arms - simply waiting for Dench's next oder.
Although the horsemen might be within distance of Dench's mighty hurl, his accuracy was still not perfect and the javelin sailed up and away and landed in front and to the side of the knights. The horsemen merely laughed and pointed to Dench mocking his failure.
A pair of particularly stupid orcs came up to Dench with befuddled looks on their cruel facades. "Uhhmm. Whaz bees' 'rossbous? Denk? Rossbous? Whaz bees' 'em?" They asked Dench in unis. The foul-smelling fighters exchanged looks and then turned back to Dench to await his answer.
About then five orcs - including Marak - returned with the crossbows discovered in the hull.
"Happy! Now we pop 'em filthy 'orsemen!" Marak exclaimed. "We attack 'rom the sky. Muahahahhha!"
Still the four other orcs with stood motionless with about 15 crossbows in their arms - simply waiting for Dench's next oder.
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