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Warning! Gore scene ahead! Warning! Gore scene ahead! Warning! Gore scene ahead! Warning!
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Seeing the fifteen hundred orcs around me equipped and ready, I start my speech with the prophecy left by our forefathers.
"The prophecy states that when the earth trembles, the blood moon rises and the shadow of god appears, war will spread as the rise of the orc empire shall begin!"
"On that day, for the first time in 40 years, the earth trembled, giving rise to the red fog that bless our warriors strength."
"On that night, for the first time in 80 years, the blood moon rose, blessing our warriors with battle lust and vitality."
"And now, 3 days later, we gather all three orc tribes to summon the God's shadow to bless our warriors with victory!"
"""OOOOOOOOOOh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"""
As I finish the prophecy, the army moral's hits it highest momentum. Now, all I need to do is finish the ritual and victory will be ours.
"BRIIIIIIIIIIING THE SACRIFICES!!!!!!!!"
The drums start playing slowly as my subordinates start to move.
Five pure elven maidens are brought to the altar. Each is laid in a sacrifice table with a different magical rune. Accompanying each elven maiden is a orc shaman who has specifically trained for this ritual.
They have been drugged and are now in a half awaken state, unaware of what is going on around them. Although this makes it easier to draw the runes in their body during the ritual, I find it quite a shame as their screams and struggle would bring even more honor to our God.
"CAAAAAAARVE THE RUNES!!!!!!!!!"
The runes will help them last longer and generate a lot more blood for our God.
The five orc shamans take their ceremonial daggers and carve the magical runes on each maiden's bellies. The moves are synchronized with the drums, each strong drum beat, a cut.
Cut after cut the runes are carved into the maidens skins, letting out no small amount of blood and as they finally finish, all blood seem to be absorbed back into their bodies and the runes shine in a red light.
"BEGIIIIIN THE BLOODLETTING!!!!!!"
Their blood shall be sacrificed to our God and used as a blessing to our warriors.
The five orc shamans pierced a ceremonial dagger on each of the maidens's pulses, making them bleed non stop. Their blood would drip from the sacrifice tables and gather in the basin in the middle of the altar.
"BEGIIIIN THE BLOOD BLESSING!!!!"
Come, proud warriors! Receive the blessing and the chance to became the shadow of our God!
The orc army divided in five groups, each made a line and was received by a shaman.
Each shaman put his finger on the blood flowing on the sacrifice table and used it as paint to draw a rune on the orcs chest. As the rune light up, the same red glow seen in the elven maiden was now covering the orc's whole body.
After all warriors receive the blessing, it was time for the last stage of the ritual, the summoning of the God's shadow.
The drums stopped and I lifted my staff.
"OOOOH NOBLE TUSK!!! ALL POWERFUL GOD OF WAR!!!!"
"YOUR WARRIORS HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THE EARTH AND THE MOON!!!"
"AS WE MARCH TOWARD THE BATTLE FIELD WE SING YOUR NAME!!!"
As I talked I gathered all my Mana in my staff, making it brighter with each word I said. Soon, as I reached my limit, I hit the staff down on the floor, transferring all accumulated Mana into it and activating the magical circle hidden inside the altar's floor.
My move also seem to awake the five elven maidens as they start screaming a sweet shout of terror and pain as the altar turns brighter and brighter.
Finally altar became as bright as the Sun and only a dark shadow is left inside the blood basin.
"PLEASE ACCEPT THIS SACRIFICE WE MAKE IN YOUR NAME!!!"
"AND BLESS US WITH YOUR SHADOW SO YOU CAN LEAD US TO VICTORY!!!!!"
Suddenly all blood in the basin vanished, the five elven maidens withered as if having all life sucked from them leaving only a husk made of bones and skins and a shadow figure slowly emerged from the altar.
"OOOOH NOBLE TUSK!!! ALL POWERFUL GOD OF WAR!!!!"
"WE WELCOME YOU IN OUR QUEST FOR BLOOD AND BATTLE!!!!"
"PLEASE CHOOSE THE CHAMPION WHO WILL LEAD US TO THE HOLY WAR!!!!"
The shadow figure let out a loud howl and jumped on a random orc it choose entering it's body.
The orc screamed out loud as his body slowly transformed, getting stronger, bigger and more resilient than ever before. It's whole skin was painted black with red runes and two new arms sprouted from it's back.
The transformed orc lifted his sword and screamed to all:
"TO WAR!!!!!!!!!!!"
Receiving an energetic and violent answer from all:
"""WAR!!!!!!!!!!!"""
The drums started beating stronger than ever as the army marched toward their first target.
I accompanied the army following right behind the chosen one. Soon only the shaman disciples stayed behind to cleaning the sacred altar for the future rituals.
And so, our Holy War began!