IT WAS A COLD AND LONELY NIGHT, BLOOD TASTY HUNGRY ORCS WERE ON THE LAND IN ASHMYTARS THE BATTLE LAND IN ROGMAR.
Frèa the leader of the dragonfly platoon and his platoon were headed to Oryx from ASHMYTARS and they were planning to take over from the opposition 'Lord Vultron' and the evil four lords. It was raining from the heavens..rain and haze. Their bloody steel smeath with blood and gore. Foul smell from their Snorts and abs. Sharp fangs and violent tones that was eminent to the Orcish language-Gadu. From the aerial view, it was like the movement of thousands of ants on a dead tree bark. The sun was in the far East, they were going to tower in Oryx. If they could make it on time before Vultron, they would conquer Oryx and if possible claim quaters of Rogmar's inner districts. They moved relentlessly despite the heavy downpour, most of them chanting orcish war songs. Frèa was on top of Darkcrimpler a beast of burden with two horns and dark fur, he was holding his blade, curved from the tusks of a dragon. He was at the forefront.
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They had crossed the creek,' Amarion" that runs from the capital Tyredegan. They orcs marched through and where headed towards the path of ash. Their were skulls on their paths and besides each track. It was a dead zone of different bones not excluding bones of animals like buffalos, mammoths and mountain lions. They were almost on their way to ASHMYTARS when a voice came.
"Hoooooooool"
Frèa signalled. The orcs stopped in their tracks. It was the ENEMY. They have been intercepted.
A shadow can be seen in the hilltop in fromt of them over their heads. It was Vultron. The orc was old and bald, he had a terrible and fearsome sight and a demeanour filled with wrath and trickery. He was on Maelfair, one of the riding beast of the four elders of the Orcs of which he was one. The rest were Doomloth belonging to Lord Akarrs, Maas belonging to Jawbeast, Twistedtwinight belonging to Erokorn the leader of the four Lords.
"VULTRON"
Frèa voice was loud and fearsome it reeks of anguish and challenge. He was very well filled with wrath and was ready to fight Vultron on a one to one combat. The figure on the hill seemed resilient, he first peered down at the horde below and grinned. He then lifted his sword up, behind him materialized his own horde. If Frèa wants a battle he would get one, thought Vultron. Frèa seeing what was before them, held tightly to his sword. He knew that a battle is eminent for sure. And he called out to one of his commander and instructed to get ready. Their was a great haul among the orcs. They were clattering their weapons and stomping the grounds. They were ready to fight even after fighting in ASHMYTARS.
"Ready Oca ras..!"
Frèa commanded. Within a twinkle of an eye, Frèa platoon were headed against the hill top with massive speed. Those in the hill top were still on defense and ready. Vultron grinned and pointed. The orcs like a stampede went down hill to meet their enemy.
Their was decapitation here and there, blood and fluid splattered all over. It was a brutal battle. The orcs were ripping each other open both with hands and blade. They fought each fiercely. It was menacing. Lord Vultron was still in the hill top and observing the perimeter below. Somehow he got see that his warriors were losing to Frèa's warriors. It was obvious infact some of Frèa's orcs were coming for him already. He knew he had only but one thing to do FLEE OR DIE. If he runs now that will make him a coward but if he stays and fight that he will make him the fairest of fools. Maelfaire reversed and ran back into the patchy bushes towards the plains.
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Frèa was trying as much possible as he could to keep his gaze on the figure in the hill top. One smite of the blade and another and another.. He looked at the hill top and couldn't find Vultron. Where was him. Frèa thought. He knew that the foul bladed trick might have hidden somewhere. He hit Darkcrimpler amd the beast galloped up the hills. He was not able see clearly now that the fog has darken more on the hill top. He felt more agitated. This would ruin his chances of not wanting the leadership in the castle of Snakecrudge to know what is happening on the districts. Darkcrimpler snort was picing up a scent. The beast started to paw towards a track that he found.
"Found something.?" Frèa asked
The beast neighed. It was obvious that Vultron was out of sight but not out of reach. With one spank in the hinds, Darkcrimpler sprinted towards the patchy tracks. Frèa found himself facing a hidden cave carved from the stone statue of SWORDRAWL the Orcish princess warrior. He thought of first going to call Pigsmoth his armychief but had a change of mind. He mounted down from Darkcrimpler and with his scimitar in his hand went into the dark pitch.
It was dark inside, but with most super-malevolent orcs Frèa was gifted with the natural gift of seeing in the dark. He could make out any detail in the dark with his retinas transcribing any detail in a delusional ultra-visual sensitive way, in other words he got most reptilian vision same as a snake or mole. He held his blade with both hands close to his face, he felt a shadow pass him behind. He turned and walked more cautiously.
"Vultron, show yourself ." He said. Another pass, now it was in front of him and he promptly smote the air. He felt a presence bit could not figure out where he was. It was clear Vultron was using magic.
"ahaha." Vultron laughed. "You can't get me." From the dark Frèa was able to see the orc hanging in the upper region of the cave.Frèa had seen him but Vultron might think that he hasn't been seem yet. Frèa breathed and slowly bent, holding his blade tightly and threw it up. Their was a load growl and a heavy thud. With one hand, Frèa held the Orc in the cloaks and dragged him outside. His scimitation was on his temples and dark blood was spurting out from his mouth..
."YO KARA MEN." Vultron said before he passed on. The word meaning :THE WAR BEGAN…