Unphased by the deceased slave trader that had crashed through their roof moments ago, both generals began to continue their meal. Glancing down at his full cup, the amber colored liquor began to ripple.
"They're here." the hooded general said with a nasty grin.
"It's about damn time." Murloc said standing from the table.
A horn sounded as Violet began to charge with the roaring battle cries of one-hundred orc soldiers behind her. They blasted through the small wooden wall surrounding the port village. A giant spear made from the wall was launched straight at the city hall. As it nearly reached the brick of the building, there was an explosion from within the hall. The armored, meat-cake of a man launched from inside. Blade first, he cut straight through the spear hurling toward him. He landed in front of Violet staring her dead in the eye.
"You there, are you the leader of this repulsive bunch?" Murloc said in a deep monotone voice.
"Yeah." Violet said, pulling her ax to her chest.
"Before I kill you, what kind of man interrupts another man's meal?" Murloc asked.
"A lady does!" Violet whipped back, running at Murloc with rage.
The two clashed, causing a sonic boom to echo out beside them. The reverberating force caused the nearby shacks to shake and others to crumble apart.
"A lady? Don't make me laugh. Ladies are beautiful, elegant, and meant to serve us men. They aren't beast wielding behemoth weapons." Murloc retorted.
Violet clenched her teeth tighter, enraged by the general's comments. She began fervently swinging her massive axe. Each swing was parried by Murloc who was just grinning.
"Murloc, if it's all the same to you, I'll go take care of our other pest." the hooded general said in a cool voice from on top the building as he walked directly into a portal.
"The trog king!" Violet thought to herself. "I need to end this quickly."
"Hahaha" Murloc began to chuckle.
"Your little games are over, the moment you came here you sealed your fate." he continued, amused by her sudden new determination.
Murloc raised his leg above his head (he surprisingly flexible for someone covered head to toe in massive muscles). He dropped his leg down with such force that it caused the surrounding area to begin to rumble, crack, and create large fissures in the ground. Many of the orc's quickly fell into them, as they were not as nimble as Violet. Falling a short distance into the holes created, the orc's realized it was a trap. Human soldiers were already in the pits waiting from them. Far out numbering the orcs, metal clashed from beneath the earth and screams were rising in the air.
"Don't any of you dare die!" Violet screamed out.
She tried to get some distance from Murloc to gain an opportunity to assist her men. Every time she would throw a fake and attempt to dash into the ground, Murloc would immediately close the distance.
"You won't get away from me, even with your dying breath." Murloc said confidently.
Murloc and Violet were moving so fast the slave Trogs watching were unable to make sense of their battle. The only tell that a battle was even going on, was the sonic booms crashing out after every clash.
"I haven't felt this rush in a long time." Murloc said, swinging his blade back with a wide smile.
After clashing for a few minutes, Violet was beginning to run out of breath. Breathing deeply, covered in small scratches, she wasn't about to give up. Murloc looked as if he had just gone on small jog with a few drops of sweat dripping from his neanderthal eyebrows.
"You'll never leave here alive!" Murloc belted out as he continued his onslaught of attacks.
Violet was able to keep up with his speed. For the first time in her life, she's found she didn't have the same strength as her opponent.
Meanwhile from under the water, the Trog king began freeing his people from their cages that were half submerged. As he unlocked the cages, he asked everyone where the princess was. No one had seen her in months, the slaves weren't even sure she was still alive.
"You guys get to safety at the end of the channel. There's someone waiting who'll take you to a safe place for now!" He commanded.
The Trogs slowly marched up from the shores and docks sneaking through the streets. It wasn't hard for them to remain unnoticed, most citizens that now inhabited the village were hiding from the earlier conflicts.
"Sir! If the princess is alive, she'd have to be in the dungeon below the barracks." A slave Trog ran up to say.
"You're absolutely right, that's the best place to check! Now go get to safety, let the warriors handle the rest of it." the King said.
Signaling his men to follow him, they were met with little resistance. The only ones they had to get through were the grunt soldiers running towards the orcs. "Maybe they really didn't notice us at all." The Trog king thought to himself.
Upon arriving at the barracks, they found that they were unguarded. The King went up to open the door and as he gripped the metal handle, beams of light were shining through the cracks of the old wooden door. As he opened it, he was greeted by a warm wave of heat as fire balls were launched at him. Hitting their targets, the Trog king and his men were sent sailing. He landed hard. He stood up, only to see a dark smile stretch across a face hidden in shadow beneath a black cloak.
"Who are you?" The Trog king shouted.
Without uttering a word, magic circles appeared all around the Trogs. Moments later, the circles of light burst into circles of flame with the Trogs caught in the middle. The flames flew at the Trogs, engulfing them, and covered the area in smoke as they met their targets. As the smoke began to settle, a heap of unconscious Trogs could begin to be seen. Finally the smoke cleared completely. There in the center of a mound of unconscious Trogs was the Trog king, encapsulated in a small sphere of water.
"I'm not great with magic, but this is the best I could do to even save some of my men." the Trog king thought to himself.
"You may amuse me somewhat after all, Trog." the hooded man mused.
After exchanging several blows with each other, the Trog king realized that with his newly found power he could compete with him. He was fast and agile, and used this to his advantage to dodge any threatening spells. As he would quickly dodge one, he sent a few of his own to land blows on the mage and close the gap.
"You're stronger now, then you were… how is that so?" The hooded general asked.
"Because now I've got friends that are counting on me!" The Trog snapped back.
"Ha then how would your friends like to be slaughtered by you?" The mage said scoffing.
Shadows flew from the mage's robes and surrounded the king. He did his best to avoid the initial cast, but the spell was a tracer and followed him as he moved, eventually catching up to him. The shadows started seeping into his mind. The Trog king's eyes turned from a light blue to black. He lowered his trident and faced his few remaining Trog soldiers.
"Now kill them!" The hooded man commanded.
The king raised his trident back to his chest, pointed it at his men and charged. Just as he got to the throat of his soldier, a red and black aura poured from the king's head, swirling towards the Hooded general. When the aura reached him, he and the Trog king stood still and lifeless. Inside the general's mind Jack appeared.
"What kind of marionette thinks he can control my puppet?" Jack said.
"Who're you? How did you get into my mind?" The hooded general asked in alarm.
"I'm just a guy who doesn't like to share." Jack said grinning.
Sensing the immediate danger, the hooded man broke the spell from the Trog king, who's body fell to the floor. As soon as the king was freed from his mind control and the spell broke, Jack also disappeared from the general's head.
"You have very powerful allies it seems. I know when to leave… but I'll be back." the hooded man said.
The Trog king was confused. The general's words made no sense to him and his actions were even more confusing, why would he just turn tail and run? Shrugging it off and accepting the change in fate, the Trog sprinted down the stairs to the dungeon with great speed. There were many empty cages lining the cold, dark, damp passageway, but his eye caught on one at the end. A lone lantern sat flickering next to in the darkness; there she was, the princess. A bright pink Trog was huddled in a corner, it was clear she had been tortured far more than anyone could even fathom.
"PRINCESS!" The Trog king screamed, breaking down into tears.
Barely able to open her swollen eyes, the princess looked up at her father before passing out.
"Men! Let's get her out of here and get her to safety fast!" The king ordered.
The hooded man reappeared on the roof with the escalating fight outside.
"Murloc we need to leave here, it's over! Most of the men are dead now anyway, the orcs are marching up, and the lizards are leaving!" The hooded general warned.
"Ha! No chance I'm losing to a bunch of monsters." Murloc roared back.
"Then I wish you luck. I'll watch until I deem it completely lost!" He shouted back before disappearing back into a portal.
By this point Violet had sustained heavy injuries and was bleeding excessively, breathing heavily, and barely able to stand. Murloc was now breathing heavily and covered in several scrapes.
"I must end it now and then I'll slaughter every last orc on this continent." Murloc grunted.
Murloc launched himself at Violet. She mustered her remaining strength to parry his blows. She was able to dodge a blow and noticed his movements were slowing. She took the new opening to grab his skull and began swinging him around. When she let go, she sent him hurling into a building, causing the building to collapse around him. Dropping her guard and lowering her axe, Violet hoped it was finally done. She let out a long, deep breath. Then the walls of the building lifted and flew out causing a burst of dust and smoke to fly out. Murloc still stood. All that could be heard was laughter, Murloc had gone berserk, moving only on instinct mentally unconscious.
He flew at violet with great speed and took a clean swipe at the Minotaur. Blood poured out from her chest. Her vision was beginning to blur, and images were starting to blend together. Barely keeping up now, she knew what she needed to do. Her conviction would prove to be enough. Murloc swung his blade, sinking it far into her hip. The excruciating pain meant it was well lodged. With her left hand, Violet quickly grabbed his blade tightly, holding it in place while simultaneously using her right hand to swing her axe with all her might. Murloc's head was cleaved straight off, blood gushed and sprayed everywhere, coating them both as Murloc's lifeless body fell to the floor.
"Men, make sure you get the Trogs and their princess home safe." Violet said with tears in her eye.
"It's been my honor, men!" Tears now flowing out as she collapsed to the floor.
The Trog king had arrived just in time to watch her make her final blow. Tears burst through his eyes as he ran over to Violet as she collapsed. As he reached her, the hooded man appeared.
"She's still alive... though barely. I shall end her suffering." He said.
Jack suddenly appeared by Violet. He looked her over and assessed the scene for a moment before turning to the hooded man.
"I thought I told you to leave. I spared you once, I won't do it again." Jack said with a look of disgust on his face.
Stricken with fear, he immediately threw up a portal and ran.
"I brought her into the world, I'll be the one to take her out." Jack said, reaching out to Violet and putting her to eternal sleep.
The orcs dug a hole to bury her in. Violet laid peacefully on the ground holding her ax. Even in her stillness, Violet's fierce elegance could be felt. Jack led a small ceremony in the presences of an orc and Trog assembly. The sky must've also swelled with sadness as rain broke from the clouds and began to pour. There in the rain, they laid to rest a lifelong friend, fierce and loyal. Now nothing more than a cherished memory, Violet was to sleep eternally.
Jack took his eyes from the burial site and looked over at the Trog king standing next to him. Jack handed him the dark gemstone.
"Bring this to me at the Ebony tower and I'll reward you. They know the way." Jack said, pointing at the orcs who were trying to hide their tears in the rain.
The Trogs and orcs began their sad march back to the cave. The princess was safely sleeping in the cart they brought along, recovering from her trauma.