He was huge and strong, and also one of the feared warlords in Rogmar.
His tusks were curved, the vile smoke from his nostrils . He was the most resilient Warlord among the four and also the most huge. His beast of burden Maas was trampling on the thorny ground of Shallowgruff..The empty valley filled with thorns and twisters. He was on his way to the coven of the witches, a landmark on the outskirt of Tiryudega, it was an errand by Sawfire himself.
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Trotting in this lands were their were all odds of melancholy and the unusual. Ranging from echos of the sound of destruction and ash to the skeletal of any kinds of animals. It was a hazardous evening filled with haze and dust. Jawbeast was already approaching the tent. A slender figure welcomed him. He went in and found two more slender figures. The three witches… Madame Kora was not an orc neither was her maidens, she was definitely not a full-fledged human, she was a fey,fairy or whatever it might be. She has been practising sorcery quiet sometime now. She was the first pioneer of dark magic in Rogmar. She introduced the dark magic to Sawfire and manipulated him in believing that with it he was invincible and can gain the power and dominion he greedily wanted. Madame Kora served Jawbeast a bottle of wine. The orc downed the contents of the bottle in one gulp. While the sorceress sat on her chair.
'What brought you here Jawbeast?" was the question. Her maidens standing on opposite direction in the tent. The interior of the tent was illuminated by a lantern and big red candlelight on a large V-shaped stone table.
'Sawfire sent word'came the shrieking voice of the orc.
'What does he want this time. Havent I told him to get prepared of what is coming' the witch facial expression was blunt and incoherent.
'He wants you to come visit him in the castle, ' Jawbeast said. Still snorting.
'Why should I ' asked the witch.' On what I told him would happen he didn't take precaution and act fast. He thought Frèa won't come against him and now...It has happened.'
A moment of silence passed.
'Madame Kora, you are the one that have always been good with advice. And your wisdom surpasses the beauty of your demeanour. Sawfire needs you' Jawbeast said. Not pleading but in what he has been told to say by Sawfire. 'Pleade with her once you see that she would be refrain from coming' echoed in his mind.
Madame Kora smiled a little, she felt more pride sway from her mind to her guts.
'Well' she lifted the tip of her hand, displaying the large skull-carved-beryl ring on her finger.'what do you foul-smelling orcs know, if not curse and war, you need no better wisdom than mine. And that is what I give freely which is not suppose to be so. Go tell Sawfire that I will arrive the castle tomorrow while tonight I will make some arrangement potion for tomorrow. Tell him he has my assurance that Frèa won't attack the castle by then'
'But' Jawbeast was still filled with doubt' what if Frèa arrives before you do. What might be the fate for Sawfire and the castle seeing what has befallen ASHMYTARS'
The witch was silent, then spoke .
'Nothing will happen as Frèa will be intercepted by the Wizard from Eystebith, he won't make it on time to the castle. Likewise, he will be on his way to Tiryudega before he comes for the castle nonetheless, tell Sawfire what I have told you'
And so did Jawbeast sat on maas galloped back to the orc castle, with the speed filled with Witchery assurance and the beast raging with ulter speed of magnitude.
***
Frèa and his horde had slow their pace when what seems like a heavy storm was coming for them. It a tycoon. And it came with hailstorm, one that looks disasterous. They needed shelter, where will He find one, with at least They were on the rocky paths again towards the mountains. And their was no way they could escape what's in front except following another path which means coming all the way down from the rocky hills then finding another route through the wilderness to the forge. Virtix Forgeaxe will be waiting for them in anticipation before their sailing with ships on the shores to Tiryudega. Darkcrimpler was sensing the incoming storm ahead he had slowly decreased his pace but Frèa forced the beast with a little restraint to move ahead. Obeying it's master, Darkcrimpler continued with his speed now more intense.
Frèa sensed something, this sudden storm was no ordinary storm .Rogmar have storms but not like this, a storm appearing suddenly from nowhere in the mountains was kind of suspicious even the horde behind groaned when they first saw what's coming, it was even a bit closer like a spear thrown towards them now.
'Chief, we need to stop and go back the mountains, all we might lose our grip in this storm, most of warlock might be taken with this'Pigsmoth notified him. Frèa knodded. The horde behind were afraid of what was coming but still marched towards it.
'We continue no matter what' Frèa said.
Just after that, an appearance was seen in the midst of the storm, a man with long grey hair was standing with a long staff in his right hand.
'Stop the warlockes' Frèa commanded.
With a loud voice, Pigsmoth hauled.
'STOP.'
The orcs all simultaneously stopped in theit tracks. More than half a thousand orcs, breathing exhaustedly from their large nostrils, axes and orcish scimitars in their hands. Shorocan confronted them. He looked their surprised but fearless and ravaging faces. He saw the one on the beast of burden, the Rider. It was Frèa.
'Dear Frèa,by the order of the wizards in Eystebith I have come for you today. Where is Redcalf and where is the magic bow you have stolen.'
Frèa looked at the mage then. With a hideous tone.
'Pigsmoth bring me the prisoner'