NationStates Jolt Archive

Blue smoke came from the small Yurt stationed out before the roots of the mountain Morass. Pale blue smoke, drifted easily into the air. Simple really, others might take on it as a cooking fire, or something from a dead campsite. But no, not to those who had followed this Yurt for ages.

No this smoke meant something new..a signal..

The Smoke drifted up and high for all to see, from the Mountains, to the grasslands, and all the way out to the Dead woods. All could see it. And soon the noises came. Horns in the deep of nothingness.

ONe low bass sound at first. a rumbly /blaart/ sound.. soon followed by a medium pitched call from the east. From the North another low rumble, in the south a High call shrieked out and finally from the west..The Sounds of Drums.

The Tribes would be gathering.

In the west the Black Sun tribe was already waiting. Gathered amongst the roots of Morass, they were there. Mourning.

Old Log, the Best Shakh of them all had died. The Great Chieftain, the Usurper of Morgrash was dead. Old age had finally claimed the leader of a leaderless land. And soon the other three tribes would be there.

From the North The Direhounds tibe would come from their mountains marching slowly, as old Ugham lead them.
From the South, the Bleeding Moon tribe would arrive as from the East the Bone Eaters would filter out.

Yes it would be one last gathering, a test to see if all of the Tribes could hold it together and unite under the new ruler. Except for one thing.

There was no new ruler.

The Chieftain had left two Heirs. Both fine warriors, both had served with thier father during the Tribe strife. When all the tribes fought for where the power of succession would come from. Both were known for thier ferocity in battle. However both were different.

Oghmas was the Oldest, the best Orc with a Shootah, and with any sort of melee weapon. He earned his respect through his fighting, deeds, but also his words. First it would have been thought that Oghmas would have been a Shaman, but this was not so, Like his younger brother, he had the Hai blood in him. He was made for war. However, like his father he could untie with speech and calm tempers of the volitile tribes.

It was also rumoured he survived Death only to come and serve his father, the great Shakh, longer.

Lugbruzh Was the youngest. One with a Hot headed temper, and a flavour of cruelty. Certainly he had the means to be a great leader, by Orc standards, but He also had the means to divide.

But today, that would not matter. What would matter is who survived. AS custom comes, the heirs must challenge and hear all challengers for the right to be called a Shakh. Today Brother, must kill brother.

As balls and vacations took precedence else where, and the matter of elves captivated nations...Here a Blood red sun was starting to rise..

OOC: Excellent introduction!

Welcome.

He is my own blood. Boiling...He is as the old ones call. The sharp one. The Biter. I am the Bitter...

A sigh, soft. The only vunerability allowed to be seen, is that which is not seen. A grunt and Oghmas slowly leans against the dank, and wet walls of the small cave he has been kept in.

Kept in since his Father was taken down by sickness. Here he has been sent to brood..and wait.

He must Die..or I will. It is simple as that. Cull the weak so as the Strong can bear the load. A weak shakh means more wars within ourselves. Chaos again. Another Dark time.

Blood red eyes peer up into the darkness. and with a grunt the blackish-green skinned Hai made his way towards the back, where a lone bowl of flame illuminated his cage as well as let the Speaking smokes of the Elders come into his mind.

Kill Lugburzh. Simple enough. He will kill you, and those if any you hold dear Oghmas. Listen now.. The Ancients already wail for blood, and the Dirt wants the Shakh not to be lonely in his burning..A shakh always goes with others to the dark gates of the beyond.

Lips curl up as arms move down to a small earthen box below the ridge where the bowl sits. Soon hands bring up, an old and scarred breastblade. Old symbols scrathed out and replaced with crude runes..

Runes other had put on before him.

You were born first, With his head in your hand. You drug him out, now drag him down to death

The Breastblte is strapped on before hands move down again, and Armguards are slid and laced on. Crude spike along the outer side, ripe and rusty..ready for flesh.

You will drink his blood and kill those that would stand in your way. Oghmas, you were never feared, but now you shall become Fear itself...It was written, one would come from the Dark, and the Hells of all lands would follow..You are the Dark..which will bring us Light.

"Light.."

another grunt as Crude shoulder pads are slammed down and fastened. Eyes narrow as his tongue rakes along his jagged and rotting teeth.

Soon Iron shot boots are pushed down, and crude casing torn free from the spikes along the heels and toe of said boots.

Now...

Eyes look up, as fingers search blindly along the ridge to find a small bowl, inside the clearly devides salves.. War Paint was kept.

Blindly, fingers dap, and rake over his face, runes are drawn in arms..The herbs already mixed into the concotion, cause a single spasm throughout his twisted body.

You are bred of Cruelty..So your weapon shall be cruel. They will expect you with Your Hammer, as shootahs are not allowed..As well as Any Mace or Great Blade.

The Younger will have his hook and chain...Take the Short blade

More symbols are painted as the feral red eyes rake over the short swrd legnthed thing before him. Deffinatly a blade, slender, and longer than any dagger or knife. Added in with a small dip and curve away from the original pattern, a 'tickler" as they are called. Used for turning the guts easier.

The Hilt itself was nothing more than poorly wrapped on leather.

It calls to you to take it.

A smarl suddenly rips forth as he gropes and finges his spiked gloves. The right tugged on, before it too, reaches out, snagging the blade up

Make the Pact

"Blood for blood. Learn or die quickly.."

and with a growl and a flash of dark steal.. dark, icor soon pool and pours into the burning bowl..life blood.

"Now as my father did. I call on you old ones, to guide my blade, and let me kill the Younger..The Weaker..Let me Cull."

Now the horns did sound and he turned

eyes Narrowing.

With that Oghmas slowly marched towards the newly opened entryway, to where a crowd of orcs waited, the calls already coming..

His brother was waiting.

OOC: Excellent introduction!

OOC: Thanks *smiles and stuff*

IC: Outside he was right. Oghmas found himself standing there, clad in the Armor of his elders, and a leather made kilt, Alone, with the eyes of all those he had known, loved and hated on him. But he did not search the crowds.

No. He stared dead on, and then began the procession down the already cleared path. Spit and words were thrown at him

"Snaga"(slave) called one before a cut was given to his arm.. a tiwtch of the lips, but no sound he kept marching straight for the circle where a smaller, and leaner Uruk Hai stood. Skin, akin to his own Brother's, but coveredin skars and boils. And like his brother Long white hair on his head.
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Lugburzh only grinned slightly.. his own distorted Yellow eyes shown from underneath his helmet.
Yes His brother, Oghmas was indeed something taller, and special. He could smell it on him. and idly did the chain swing in his hands.

I will gut him easy...Or cave in his skull..the Fool. He comes with no skull pot.

Yes Oghmas came bare headed. And now did he grin, and stand a little taller.
He had the advantage

"Tark lover.. This has been coming down for a long time.." hissed, Lugburzh.

"Pusdhug! I will do what our Sire could not, and rip you from this earth as he did our mother!" growled back Oghmas. This time the blade held up for all to view.

Cries erupted from the crowd, as well as curses. Lughburzh's eyes widened.. a blade? A shor one..he did not expect this.. certainly, something was new.. somethign he could smell from his older..

But all that came crashing from his mind with Loud low horn call. And all eyes turned to the West, whre, on a rather tall and old Boulder, the High Shaman, Shagdulg, clad in the hides of wolf, and Bear stood. One hand held a black horn, the other a Mallet.

"Blood for blood. That is why we come! With Axe, and Knife, hammer, to our Drum! The Great Shakh is Fallen, and great ones Long for company! Who shall be his Company? Challengers Step Forth!"

And at That Moment The Both Brothers took a step into each other.

"So be it. I have recoginsed by my eyes and the calls of their elders. Oghmas, and Lugburzh. And None else, shall enter, nor shal aide. If aide is given or any Uruk who enters, will be dead. Now Start The Drum!"

A mighty roar came from the crowd, as the chants in their own language barked out.. Blood for blood that they called. As Oghmas turned about and bowed his head towards the Yurt.

Lugburzh crossed towards his own end, the drums slowly beating now.. Eyes Searched for one.

Umak son of Grhok. The leader of the Bleeding Moons. And asson as Yellow met with yellow a nod was given.

Umak would step in if Oghmas looked too powerful. Umak would help the younger, the Usurper win and his prize for doing so, as was agreed.
Umak would get to lead the Northern clan as well, and No longer would the Direhounds be there to be a thorn in his side.

The South would win.

sa the drums pounded rapidly Oghmas stayed, with his back to his brother. The call of blood had gone out.

And form the other end Lugburzh charged, winding up his chain, twirling it.. ready to strike down... and so he charged with all his strenght.

He is Mine! thought Lugburzh as he swung down, the hook gleaming, but then. Oghmas turned, ducking low enough that the hook missed, the Taller orc passed his side, and

/Shhkrint/ blade cut through leather and metal... Blood was seeping through

with a Howl Lugburzh whirled about, twirling now the entire thing in both hands the hook went High

Oghmas Ducked, and charged forward, the blade coming out..

only to be knocked down, the lower, blunt end, having knocked his balance out quickly.

Lugburzh did not wait. quickly he whipped at his brother, showing no mercy.

Blood and flesh ripped and popped away from Oghmas, as he laid still, at the mercy of his brother, till, his fist came up, and caught the hook, gripping it tightly, so as blood poured down from his palm..

And with a growl yanked his brother to the ground. WIth another shout of dismay from Lughburzh, Oghmas quickly crawled and pounced upon his brother.

The blade in his right hand slammed down furiously down, towards the Younger's Belly, ripping and tearing.. not enough to kill for the moment.
Quickly, Lugburzh ripped forward, dragging his borhter up with him, and grabbing the blunt end, brough the chain up, and yanked down, thus, holding Oghmas by the back of his neck

"Umak!"

called out Lugburzh, before he felt his own hook rip up into his chest cavaity, and peel away bone and armor.. It all went black

From behidn Oghmas, a scream ripped forth.

:For the Younger, the Higher:: A call in the dark languages.. as Umak sprinted forth

"Behind you!"

came a gravelly call..

And Oghmas turned his head..

The drumms Stopped. and Umak's eyes widened once. He tried to scream, but could not.. ONly blood spattered forth and ran down his chest coating the hand of the Elder, who had thrust his blade in so deep, part of the hilt had gone through the lesser hai's chest, and his tickler poked out through his back.

Silence came over the crowd. For there. Oghmas covered in gore from himself and his enemies, stood victorious.

With a twist, he yanked back and free'd the blade from Umak, letting the corpse just fall to the ground. The other hand lreased the hook, and then yanked the chain vicously off.

A pause as the Victor eyed the crowd, and then slowly brought his hand up to lick free the blood on either one, before lowering his left and he raised his right up victoriously.

"Hail, Oghmas, Shakh!!" came the gravely cry first. And there in his black robes, Dwar , the leader of the Bone Eaters raised his spear soon His cry was echo'd by Ugham who raised his own great Sword High ino the air.

Orcs raised axes, and shootahs galore, firing and chaningt, one word.

One word Only

"SHAKH!"

I did it..

Oghmas blinked once and looked down to Umak.. The small leader, of a small clan.. a clan of Usurpers..

All of the Moons must be punished..No..[i]

a thought as he growled, roared in rage

"Silence!", he called, and oddly enough Silence came. He blinked ever so slightly as he lowered his blade to his side

[i]This is odd, they did not do this for Log, but they do for me..

"I, Oghmas, have completed the challenges and have given our Shakh company. But more shall be added"

Silence still.. odd

"Umak, was a usurper and a betrayer of blood. He broke the Law, and paid with his life, But so shall his Family.. I want all his offspring, brought forth, for they will roast alive with the dead!

Let it be known. Now I, call forth all the old alliances, and break all the old Treaties.."

But before he could continue more cries issued forth cheers, roars of the old rage.. fires burning.

"Silence!"

again the orcs quieted.

"I will take my bride forcefully of Elven stock.. For, for too long have we been kept as the dogs and wretches.. One of them shall do it now for me. Our borders will be shut off, and the Tribes will become large and Mighty.

Again our drums and Horns will sound for war.. Our shootahs and wartukz will be brought out for war against the Tark and the Eldar! a Mighty Waaag is coming Brothers Will I lead you?!'

and silence now comes forth.. And Oghmas's eyes narrow. Finally a cry from the Northern tribe erupted.

"I will follow you, despite what these skai might think!" Ugham grinned as he stepped forth.

"Aye so Will I."

"I was not Born a Pushdug!"

and the tribe of the North slowly stepped forth.

And then old Bazaru called out.

"The West will always back the Shakh!"

and slowly eyes turned towards Dwar... Who said nothing..

"The East will always come for war. Nothing else.."

and with that the Tribe turned and started to filter off as for the South.. orcs were silent as well.

The Bone Eaters were dissenting.. clearly. And the Bleeding Moon had no chieftain..
But still the Southron Orcs stayed.

"Though we have no voice.. we will stay.. to pay for the honour we lost!"

The south would..

Oghmas nodded once..eyes following Dwar as he and his people began to filter to their paths.. leave.. But he was distracted in this as Shagdulg spoke.

"Let the fires Burn High! Light the Beacons on the Mountains.. and let it be screamed forth. That Oghmas The Elvenbane has come to Shakh!"
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The Orcs feasted that day, all night screams of the dying were heard as the great fires raged.. Old prisoners kept were sacrificed to the Heaten gods, and from the Orcish camp, two cloaked figures left on bikes..towards the east.

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OOC: Ok, this next message can be read by anyone within the signal vicinity, or has the capability to pick up long range messages, and thus, tohers can join *smiles* OK, just so ya know, the Orcs lack in some Technologies.. Mainly communications, so if you guys can unscramble old Morse code, then this is the Message you get. Also the first half is not done by the orcs Just FYI, some random Elven Garrison Officer.

IC:

TO: All out laying Outposts in Elvish Provinces to the North as well as whatever pirate dishes can pick up

FROM: Outpost 19 (Outerlands) Ered Nimrais

Message:

Log the Old Shkah is dead... Oghmas, now called the Elvenbane is Shakh!...Trouble...garrisons..falling..Orcs have come in from the far reaches...

down here...to Ered Nimrais..Or Morass in thier language...

There to assemble....

To His transgressors...No Quarter shall be shown....Borders closed....They are here....Vala....
*The Transmission is lost only to pick up again*

...From Vorghal..Warlord of the South roots Too all available Orc, come to the roots in the west Morass The Shakh calls a gathering as we are not to be free , to our own...And let it be known..The Old ways are coming back.. This is no longer Exile, this is Home...

and the Transmission is gone.

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OOC: Common, post play, it is open.

After reading the message, the Aelosian officer aboard the Nimloth looked to his superior officer. "Sire, this message, is in antique morse, but I think is about the greenskins we detected some time before. Looks like another Waagh! is coming".

"Again the Orks are howling at our gates. Khaine smiles me today, then. Send a Warship, the Fhianna Rethol, it will be enough to get rid of that ork scum. Equip the ground troops. Ortillery can't be used this time, the orks are too near of the settlements. We need to invade", said the Eldar Admiral, looking at the holo map in front of him.

"Send Guardians, Avengers and a squad of Fire Dragons and another of Howling Banshees. Ten Falcons and thirty Vypers. The long forgotten enemy has awaken, we will fight against the Waaagh! again", he continued, pushing several buttons on the com link in his forearm.

"So few?, are they going to withstand against so many?", asked the lesser officer.

"They're elves, each of them is better equipped and trained than twenty orcs. Prepare to invade, send the dropships", just said the Admiral.

Several Aelosian dropships, covered by Nightwing fighters, landing near the northern border, bringing troops and tanks into the fray. Elven runes were everywhere, in the wraithbone of the soldier's armor, in the plates of the tanks and the wings of the planes. Soon they made a perimeter to establish a camp near the border, unpacking the ammunition, the supplies and the rest of the war material.

The Joint Committee of War was alive with voices of all opinions at this new arrival into the world. Anyone listening closely could hear delegates shouting against or for attacking or building up defenses against these Orcs, and others still arguing for neutrality towards the whole matter. Neutrality didn't seem to be an option, however, as several Elven nations had held Cyberutopia back from the brink of destruction before. Now, if this Elvenbane was preparing for a war of conquest, the Republic must pay their allies back.

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Not too far away, in the SpecOps IET Team headquarters, calm prevailed in sharp contrast to the chaos of the Committee of War.

"What do we know about the Elvenbane?" Agent Four asked Three.

"Not a whole lot, sir, but they haven't made any attempt to hide anything. This guy is your usual war-loving orc chieftain. Killed his brother, united some tribes, and plans to invade some Elven place. No threat to us, but the Elves might be screwed otherwise." The other man responded.

"So he's nutcase."

"Pretty much."

"Alright, who else has recieved this message?"

"Just Aelosia has responded, sir."

"Hmm, Aelosia. Figures. Well, we might as well show some good will. I want a few recon teams down there soon."

"Yes, sir, I'll get on it."

"Excellent."

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At the Fukagi Military Spacebase, three sub-orbital transports rocketed into space. They made a total of six "skips" along the Earth's atmosphere before dropping five drop pods each. As the transports disappeared from view, the drop pods thudded into the earth with a shower of dirt. The pod doors opened and a SpecOps troop, covered in black armor, slipped away into the darkness. They easily got past the Orc borders and began to gather information about the defenses and armaments of the Orcs, and searched for their biggest objective; the Elvenbane himself.

OCC: Ok ANyone with questions or Ideas, t-gram me. ALso Cyber T-gram me what you might want to know or find out about Oghmas, and I'll let ya know. Also anyone wanting to land, can do so easily, No SAM or anti air things are up now.

IC

Oghmas was sitting there, it was already night, and he was hungry.. Not even a day had gone by and his new rule was riddled with odds and ends. Dwar had pulled out into the desert lands to melt untill he was called upon and.. now the South had no leaders, but..followed oddly enough.

And Now he had in his hands a telegram, fresh from his Southern roots Warlord, who was now positioned strongly in the North. And his eyes narrowd.

"So the Elves have landed... I would nto have thought to Waag yet, while we are still so small.. I wanted merely peace here first... But they want blood, and so they shall get it.."

With that Oghmas turned his head towards the smaller goblinoid species that had delievered the message. Narshakh.. a trusted orc if anything. A loyal Snaga.

A hand is waved towards the wiry goblin beckoning him closer.

"Narshakh..My loyal servant.. You need to send a runner out send word to Vroghal of our movements But do so, from a fire signal...They most likely are watching our lines, if what Vorghal reported is true..."

a grunt as rthe grimpy paper was crumpled and thrown into the fire.

"Tell him he must do as he sees fit."

Narshakh nodded for a moment.

"Also" growls out Oghmas, "Send word to Durg.. Tell him, we will need the east and to forget his mission. Also send one of your runners to Ugham and tell him to gather the Camp together.. We move into the western Crescent of the Morass tonight..Where our defenses and tunneling is the best for this sort of War.."

Narshakh nodded ever so slightly before turning, heading off to do his master's bidding.

Oghmas sighed as blood red eyes looked to the skies, and he slowly stood.. The Horns began to sound.

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I am to do what is required of me... I am to lead as I please..

Vorghal blinked as thoughts rambled through his aging mind. He was one of the eldest Hai's and one of the most feared. Already he looked down to the North where the Elves had made camp... And he knew he knew what he must do.

I must draw them out, give them time...Dwar should have recieved word and will ceom from behind, the east to support me.. I can melt soon enough when the time comes...

He knew Oghmas did not want invaders nor the waag to bein like this. They only wanted thier land back. No, no invasion was orginally planned, but that did not matter now if there was. Already the Eldar had come.

And so he sat there, the pale moon light, catching his metallic over sized jaw easily, letting a little shine go out as he sat there in the rocks, fingering his long shootah.

He had many years and besides the newly feared Elvenbane, he commanded the fear and respect of many Orcs.

They would flock to me if they knew what I was doing up here... I have ninety.. Ninety good boyz, and amongst that, wee gobbos.. my best marsksmen and engineers, Productive and destructive.[i]

A sigh as old white eyes look down to the camp below.

[i] I will draw them to the east...I will make them come this way..

And he looked out towards his boyz, then out towards the east, where a settlement lies.. Minas Mornar. a small place they left alone.. he had hoped they evacuated.. but they did not..

[i]I will burn it to the ground, and move to other settelements.. draw them out like posion from my lands..Let their great chiefs call them out of here.. too much time and blood lost[i]

With a Nod Vorghal stood and turned to his men Eyes looking down as the breeze tugged at his greying hair.

"We march out now, to Minas Mornar.. We will burn it down.. spare only a few, and only let them be women."

a grunt came from the others And Vorghal somehow forced an odd clicking grin.

"WE fight for our own now..."

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In the morning already where Oghmas rested there were scattered tracks and ashes... nothing more.

And smoke rose from the east

(To be continued in next post)

Smoke came up from the small settlement of Minas Mornar.. Well, it techinically was not small by orc means, but if one was to compare it to a modern elvish city, it was small.

Buildings burned, and figthing had lasted all through the night. Already as another Nation was sending in recon, war had begun. A dilebirate attack to civilians, but hopefully enough it would direct the forces into the Mountains...

Vorghal stood along the center of the town, some women and children laid dead, but not abused... many had fled when the grenades and bombings began. The small garrison was now held up in an elven temple,.. his boys had already swept through.. and now they were working on keeping them pinned in the temple, while the gobbos snuck up along a flanking alley.. to apply explosives..

So now it comes...We will not molest the dead. They will be left to be done with as others see fit.

A grunt as he now took time to aim up at a Tirith guard who stook his head out for a shot.

His white eyes narrowed and then a squeeze of Metallic finger to the trigger.

/Brakka./

And with a scream the Garrison office slumpd in the window.. dead..

Vorghal turned to view the alley. Already they had slowly inched up to the side.

Why didn't they all just run.. it would have been easier..

he looked back to his boys as he crossed amongst the rubble, looking for his next shot.. Already the shots of the elves were coming closer, breaking away specs of rock and rubble

One of his men had finally caputred a Heavy Mag, and was rbinging it up, haven gone back to take it from the Garrison's small building they first concentrated their attacks on.. they caught many of them, sleeping easy.. then from there they split and ran through the town killing and burning as they saw fit.. they also took out the communications tower on the outskirts.

The elves will have to come to the flames. Good. I want them to see, that we are serious for our independence. For our home lands to be free. If they stay or do not evacuate..then No quarter in the North shall the recieve... I already know they will give us none...

Vorghal sighed for a moment before he watched the gobbos.. the explosives were beeing applied.

/snap ping!/

and quickly the General dived down.. a shot got too close, but another gargled scream left, another one of his had died. That would be the second orc dead today.. Thankfully with the night and the surprise they survived longer than expected.

He slowly peered over the dge, ducking ocne more as a sniper's bullet came in close.. The gobbos were gone.. they would blow it soon.
With a grunt he stood up in clear sight and opened burst fire towards the windows and the Heavy Mag barked out too.

"Skai! Pull out Melt!"

the command was grunted along the lines and then silence came, the orcs had withdrawn.

The elvish Lieutenat sighed, taking time to come closer to the window, daring to look, when all of a sudden...

BOOOM

Flames, rocks and shrapnel filled the air, along with screams of the wounded and dying.. Even those civilians who hid in the sanctum
were hit... And when the dust settled.. No orcs were found..alive.

OOC: So typical orcish warfare... :D . Nice RP by the way. I hope you stay around, we need some good orc players around here.

IC:

The Swooping Hawk Exarch Fëlan was out with his men in a recon mission, approaching a little elven town when several explosions and a long cloud of smoke appeared in the air.

"Orcs, they're attacking the village, Minas Mornar I think it's called...poor kin, they're doomed", said the artificially winged elf, cocking his ShadowBolt rifle and turning to see his men. "We need to help them".

One of the soldiers turned to see his superior officer with an amazed look "but Sire, sure they outnumber us. Do you want us to engage an entire orc army?"

"Maybe they're just a pair of squads, send a message to the HQ, asking reinforcements and telling them what are we going to do. And don't show any fear, you're an Eldar soldier, that's not a proper emotion to feel".

The squad quickly moved to the town, when another explosion ripped through the town, obliterating several buildings.

"We need to hurry, prepare your rifles and activate your Ellösar cloaks, we will need stealth this time", said the Exarch to his soldiers.

OOC: So typical orcish warfare... :D . Nice RP by the way. I hope you stay around, we need some good orc players around here.

IC:

The Swooping Hawk Exarch Fëlan was out with his men in a recon mission, approaching a little elven town when several explosions and a long cloud of smoke appeared in the air.

"Orcs, they're attacking the village, Minas Mornar I think it's called...poor kin, they're doomed", said the artificially winged elf, cocking his ShadowBolt rifle and turning to see his men. "We need to help them".

One of the soldiers turned to see his superior officer with an amazed look "but Sire, sure they outnumber us. Do you want us to engage an entire orc army?"

"Maybe they're just a pair of squads, send a message to the HQ, asking reinforcements and telling them what are we going to do. And don't show any fear, you're an Eldar soldier, that's not a proper emotion to feel".

The squad quickly moved to the town, when another explosion ripped through the town, obliterating several buildings.

"We need to hurry, prepare your rifles and activate your Ellösar cloaks, we will need stealth this time", said the Exarch to his soldiers.

The lone elf drifted into the audience room. Kes sat in the throne, and watched him.

"My lord, some orcs have arisen near Ered Nimrais," said the elf, his voice a whisper.

"Yes, so I hear," responded Kes neutrally.

"We are worried."

"It is understandable."

"What will be your response?"

"What my response always is. Wait to see how long it takes for them to ally with Melkor and Sauron."

OOC: Thanks mate :D

IC: Vorghal and his troops could not been seen, already they fled off, pulling out to the east, or so they tracks that were left would direct the scouting wing.

But smoke bubbled up and oured out of the burning city. Minas Mornar was in flames and the streets were littered with dead, children, women and men. Civilians and Soldiers alike.
They didn't even stand a chance.

The streets were deserted save for the few survivors which now just kinda wandered the streets, those who did not flee towards the two nearest settlements.

Minas Rhune, a mining settlement in the East, and Minas Corul north and west of the City

Now, did one lone Elf stand. Captain Aginaran, stood aloe his side arm at his side.. he was just milling around.

We could not stop them..

a gasp as eyes looked down to a small blonde headed elvish lass.. Should not not even be over the age of forty. Dead.. Holes ripped through her
Next to her an aged elf, with long grey hair had been impaled on a broken peice of iron, stab wounds evident, and next to him a woman of the same age, bashed to nothing.

I could not save them...I tried..and my men.. fell I almost fell... Why do I even live?

Slowly the Side arm comes up and he presses the barrel against his skull, but stops.. eyes catching something.. elves coming in and he stops.. waving his arms high over his head.

Already his armor has been shrugged off at his feet.

"Mellon! Help..Mellon.."

a pause as stops.. eyes watering as he breaks down and tells them what has gone on, what has happened, and he moves to show them the temple.. hopefully if they have not stealthed in.

"They have all gone...It is just me..and you all..'

Well not all of them.

Laying Half- dead in an alley is the Uruk known only as Drakg.. He had been gunned down feircely when he neared the Temple.. but for the luck of his own damned gods.. he was still alive..

Eyes of odd orange swivel about.. clouding.. He could hear voices.. and he laid still.

A snort. his hand, the green skin already pale upon him, reached slowly for his pistol.. empty.. a grunt and a hand slwoly, so as not to draw attention gripped the stick bomb on his chest.. eyes looking to the Elf captain...

The pin is pulled and he rolls up, only to stumble charge towards the Captain.. towards death and reward in Heaven

"For My Fathers.. For the Shaakh!"

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In the Distance Vorghal Did not have to wait to know what would happen, other buildings exploded.. soon the Elves in the North would be coming..
And now he stood two paths pointed each way. He could head to the North West, or to the East.. The Evlish Mine could fall, it was realitvly new.

We need rest.. there are caves here... perhaps we could ambush them here...Or..

A pause and Vorghal looked towards the Pathway and he grinned ever so slightly.

"Move it Skai, we have thigs to do...And then we're moving out to the Next Target."

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((TG sent, Outerlands.))

OOC: Responding.

OOC Tgram sent Cyber. Also heading out for food *s* This is fun and thanks all for having an interest in it

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<near Minas Mornar>
The air turned thick and the few animals near, mostly carnivores drawn by the smell of the slaughter wrought, ran as arcs of lightning appeared and slowly a hole opened, tearing apart the fabrics of reality. From the hole came out black armored figurs and vehicles, white face plates almost gleaming in the slight light. Amongst the infantry there were also a number of figures with more decorated armor and in robes.
Chireaden, Seer of Athel Nora and commander of this strike force looked towards the distant flames.
"So we are late.'
he thought grimly. Looking around he noticed that others were likewise staring at the flames, he needed to get them to work immediatly.
"Sarov! Gather your rangers and make your way to the city, see if any of our kin still live in there."
Sarov nodded and moved of, the cloaks of the rangers immediatly shifting to match the sorounding country side, Chireaden continued issuing orders,
"Feraov, gather your jetbikes and the vipers, check the sorounding country side, if you find the green skins begin hounding them and inform me of their position. Then we shall leave none alive."
With a slight hum the anti-grav vehicles took off.
Chireaden gathered the rest of his force and began marching towards the burning city.

Elsewhere in the land Strike Forces also appeared enforcing stranded elf garrisons or attacking small orc forces and dissapearing before reinforcments arrive.

OOC: OK, so the run down is that Ael's in, with his group, as I assuem some fo the settlements were once thiers, if this works. Ael, send me a t-gram. Cyber is in for his alliance.. Athel Nora.. just came in.. That's cool..

Ok, so far, the main forces are split the huge body in thwest has already gone into hiding, in the Crescent. No one is outside.. And The only small force going about is Vorghal.. The east is well in the desert.

Sweet. Thanks again for the rp you guys And hopefully we'll have a wicked cool outcome for both sides. But just an FYI in case someone thought this, I doubt they did, I will not be giving up the country and stuff, if a leader dies, it'll be on a coll set of terms, and most likely probably that he died then.

Anywho on with the game!

IC:

As rangers went Looking Vorghal already had moved on.. the passes that lead to the North West and east had been blocked.. For those who come upon it.. The middle road a massive rock pile up is there, most likely orc Sabotage

Yes Vorghal was on the Move There were two Settlements in close prximity, and one..even now further North at the top peak.. and Observatory, great for placement of ancient elvish artillery

Tracks lay scattered as well as an obvious old campsite.

Which way had Vorghal gone.. to the East? to the West or to the North... To strenghten these Settlements, one would find themselves stretched tot hin.. and with the coming of these bolders in the path.. Grav ships might have a time going over them

Where would be the next Strike...
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OOC:(To be continued tomorrow. we'll break on christmas. Again if any of you guys have any ideas or troops placed in a specific area fro a conflictwith Vorghal, let me know via a tele-gram. Thanks again you guys.)

"Calmcacil, I want you to take 2500 men in the Aeglos and investigate the transmission we heard about a force of orcs overrunning Ered Nimrais." said Lt-General Maglor Anwamanë. "Yes, Sir!" responded Camthalion Calmcacil before running off and getting the battalion organized and onto the ship.

The Aelosian little army moved the camp to the crossroad between Minas Rhuna and Minas Corul. Númenórean names for elven cities, nice idea. I could find useful several Númenórean warriors to get rid of this orc plague, thought the elven general, checking the position of the orc host with the satellite network, then turned to his staff to give them their orders.

"Prepare everything, we're going to wait them here, if they want to attack the settlements, they need to pass over here. They're outnumber us eight to one, so we're going to fight without the advantage of numbers. Entrench the troops, and prepare a mobile bunker with the hulls of our tanks as usual, we need to take advantage of the terrain. And send a message to the Admiral, I need air cover".

In the village

Fëlan woke up, just to see the dismembered bodies that once belonged to his men, and the rest of the elven Captain's corpse after the orc blew himself up. His armor was scarred and burned, and a deep gash in his belly was bleeding. But he couldn't rest now, he needed to control the pain and return to the camp, to inform his leaders of what happened.

He tried to turn on his artificial wings, but several sparks and a hissing sound showed him that his wings were damaged in the explosion too. "It's going to be a long, long walk", he said to himself, picking his ShadowBolt Rifle.

Well, they've gotten around us, and have entrenched on the crossroads..Plarg!

Vorghal slammed his fist down onto the rock he was perched beside, as eyes looked down towards the Aelosian camp. Vorghal idly, fingered his long shoota, as his metallic jaw shifted slightly. White eyes peered on down and he then looked up.. no birds..nothing out here.. A snort and he scrambled down towards the small part fo the craig where a few of his boyz were eating.

"Tell me, have we recieved reinforcements from Dwar or any of those in the east?"

a shake of head leaves one of the tall Uruks who now stood, bringing a plate of dried meat and mouldy bread towards his Warboss.
Vorghal's left hand, pure metal snaked out taking the plate before nodding.. taking a picke fo meat with the other, and gingerly chewed into it.

"Well.. have we got any stragglers?"

The tall uruk, Gromsh nodded as he sat back down. "About ten new boyz joined up..they said their small settlement was attacked by elves..Fancy robed ones..."

Vorghal nodded absently.

Hit a nest and they come forth like hornets..

"Of course, once we got a good Shakh, they'd come back down to place us under thier boots."

a pause and eyes looked up towards a small outcropping towards the where a few of Gobbos and a rather small and wiry orc sat.

"Nyhm...Can you see where they are?", Asked Vorghal before he took another bite of meat.

Nyhm, clothed in his dark and tattered robes..things left over from the first Exile, nodded once eyes looking past the Warboss and down to the Camp below an d slightly to the north.

"Anychance we can shell them from up here?"

Nyhm looked down to his Warboss and nodded once. A cough as he growled a few things to the gobbos, who dropped thier plates and begin to set up a few Mortars

"We won't have Many..." says Nyhm as he helps with the stationing.

"If we want to use them later..This will deplete our supply..What we need to do is get to the North into the place they call Anor..We need to take the old artillery up there aim it down and shell the settlements from there.. There has to be enough.. a bunch of good old shells we can use... They'll then focus all thier strenght there hopefully.."

Vorghal nodded, and let his upper lip curled into a slight smile if you could call it that.

Nyhm is smart...When I die,, he should be my replacement...

"You are correct, then Dwar if he is moving, can attack en masse from thier rear and just plast them out... They will have to leave with a defeat like that...Then we will have our lands back. Our independence. A Waag will be done and our Warriors will feel stronger...Yes...Our independence is the first step. Oghmas is making sure..that we have something to fall back to. It is his job as Shakh...we are to help be his spear, to pry them out."

A pause and with that Vorghal nodded up towards the Artillery Chief.

"Nyhm COmmence Shelling."

The Uruk nodded and thus the Mortars sounded.
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Oghmas sat in the old Stone carved throne deep within the Halls of thier fortifications in the Crescent Morass. Known as the Hellgate by all Uruks Once, it had been a great city by elves, a great settlement, which was abandoned, back when the clans got stronger. and forced them out.

The orcs had tunnled deep inside and found a small pool of fire, that added for a good natural barrier into the deep halls.. oil that had been spilt uring the taking, now had a gate of flame so to speak save for a narrow pass into the base.. The Hellgate.

Oghmas sat.. and sighed, slowly standing, and taking the many winding tunnels to the man area, the main lower Cave which was the only visible entrace, right where the flames licked, but not too high.. The oil had been burning out for some time.

There he stood, eyes looking towards the mountains as distant booms like weak thrunder sounded off in the distance..

"My Lord."

Oghmas turned..eyes looking to Narshakh who was nw at his heel,a slight smile is given as he looks back to the plains.

"Report Narshakh.."

The gobbo grinned and nodded as he moved to the side of his Chieftain. "The defenses are ready and camoflauged..should the enmy fly over head.. we will be ready..for any assault."

Oghmas Nodded and turned to head back in. "Good...good.. as soona s we recieve word from Vorghal..we will stay here.."

and with that the chieftain disappeared into the shadows.

((Actually, I'm in this for Ael. :) And thanks for the info, Outerlands.))

The recon troops split up into groups of five. One group went to the last known location of the Elvenbane, the other went to make contact with the resident Elven forces, and the last group went to the so-called Crescent. The group watching Oghmas found him the night before he moved on to the Crescent. One of the troops got within just a few meters of his tent and listened carefully. He recorded everything he said. The best intelligence was out of the enemy's own mouth. Pleased with their work, the squad waited until the next morning. Four of the men tracked Oghmas silently, while another stayed behind at the former campsite to find a piece of hair, a scrap of armor, anything with the Elvenbane's DNA on it. If they could obtain that, there would be no way for the chieftain to escape them. The other groups succedded as well. The squad that went to the Crescent set up to observe the stronghold and discover exactly what weapons the Orcs had. They seemed to be equipped with firearms, but they still used the traditional shootahs and other ancient weapons. The Crescent was an excellent natural defense, a huge stretch of rock with a massive network of tunnels. Chances were, this would be where the Elvenbane would make his last stand, and it would be a helluva fight.

In the Head Quarters of the Aelosian Camp...

A explosion hitted the trenches nearby, sending dust, rocks and pieces of three Eldar guardians into the air...

"What was that?", asked the General, hearing the sheels whistling in the air before hitting the ground, one of them falling dangerously near of the General's tent.

"Orcish mortars. They started their attack upon us. I suppose they're trying to bring us out with artillery", answered an Howling Banshee Exarch, a scarred woman putting her hand in her chin.

"Call for Aerial support, now we have them right where we want them, drop some black napalm in front of their lines", ordered the General to the comm officer.

Several minutes later a squadron of Vampyre Bombers passed right above the orcish artillery positions, dropping several cases of Black Napalm in top of the Orc army...

"Can I ask permission to handle that situation?", asked the Howling Banshee to the General. "I'll clean that hill in minutes and silence those mortars".

"Be my guest, but make it quickly and return to the camp, we need to provoke them", answered the general, covering his pointy ears when another shell exploded near the trenches, dismembering several Dire Avengers.

The Banshees formed a line in front of the camp and charged forward, their energy swords turned on. With a battlecry they approached the orc positions, ready to destroy the mortar's crew.

The Mortars were going off as planned smashing into the elvish lines.. UNtil a slight screaming was heard.. the thrust of engines and the Orcs looked up.. Vorghal blinked and eys narrowed..

Shit..

"Birds!"
came the oarse cry and with that he turned, started moving, his small body of troops turning with him.. Nyhm growled out a copmmand and he and his crew grabbed what they good, pulling back.. the hot barrel searing the Gobbo with him's flesh.

The other crew kept firing..they didn't even have a chance.. it was too late for them to mvoe, when the Napalm hit.. flames and a mass explosion followed..

Four good gobbos and orcs gone in a blaze..

Vorghal and his men puled further back, as the napalm came again, catching a few wounded stragglers and ending them in a hiss of flame.
the pulled back, further closer to the outcroppings, once they heard the cries.. and he turned.. eyes narrowing

One hand draws his Longshootah about and he aims..

"Set up a Skirmish line.. Second line Pull back.. heavy mag go with em!"

and his eyes narrow as he and his boys form a small line up, and "dig" in amonsgt the rocks.

"Wait for them boyz.. Wait for em to pop right up.. fire and pull back!"

comes the loud cry from the Warboss, and so they waited, one boy pulls forth a stick bomb and readies it.. and as soon as the Dire's were seen coming up over the ridge the stick bomb was launched and the line fired...

OOC: Telegrams sent to you guys, Cyber and Ael ;)

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As the recon troops' information filtered back to the Joint Committee of War, it became evident that something should be done. Much of the information gathered would be invaluble to the Aelosian defenders, and to help the Elves was the mission Cyberutopia had undertaken, after all. And so, a brief message was sent out.

Communique to the Aelosian Forces Stationed In the Outerlands

We have scouts in the area that have been gathering information. We believe this information may be valuble to your defense of the Elven settlements in the area. As there is a delay between when the data is actually gathered and when we recieve it, we can make a special mission to deliever this information to you faster than we could transmit the intelligence as a whole. Our recon unit is prepared to move now, and shall reach you in only a day or less. This unit would then remain in your position, to relay new information to you as it is gained. What do you think of this?

The Joint Committee of War

The Committee of the Army
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The Committee of the Navy
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The Committee of the Air Force
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OOC: BUMP and remember a break on Christmas

((What's this about a break?! :P ))

((I wasn't gonna be on *s* OK, BUMP))

As the Howling Banshees approached the line of the orcs, they received a barrage of rifle fire. The Exarch parried one bullet with her sword charging forward screaming the sharp battlecry of the banshees. Other of her squad weren't so lucky. The stick bomb landed just between two of them, sending the eldar women into the air, destroying their armor and their bodies. Three of them received shots in the head and torso, their corpses falling into the floor lifeless. Only nineteen followed the Exarch in the charge, making a final effort to reach the orc line, jumping with a sommesault to land back the lines of the orcs.

Vorghal grumbled.. the bloody Exarch had survived.. already a few of his line started to run back, but he kept firing, turing even as the nineteen were coming, he knew he had to get to the second line.. which was so Close.

But then, the Exarch did something no one expected
She friggin leaped over his line, straight between him and the second..

This will be hard.. Sacrifice for the Tribes.. For your kin

A grunt and he dropped his Longshootah, and hands went and gripped the long battle axe from his back

"For my ancestors!" Vorghal bellowed as he slammed himself into the remaing elves with those of his own which were alive.

Two orcs fell in the charge, three others cut down in the retreat.. Two of them, made, with thier melee weapons, a club, and a dagger for the Exarch, while Vorghal went against two of the nineteen

Hopefully his turna bout would push them close to the Second line..

Some orcs were about to make it, while the others engaded the elves.

With A grunt, his axe parried with the sword of one of the Banshees. They were edging closer.

Axe was pulled back, a stab at his side and the black blood flowed.. another grunt a cut across the back, and his axe came down, ending one of his foes, before swinging for another.

It Is time..

With a great yell he threw himself to the ground, after kicking back an elf.

"Second line fire! First line down!"

and with that, a Heavy Mag ( MAchine gun, think like 30 cal. But more advanced )

ripped open along with shootah, and long shootah fire.

The orcs did as best as they could.. Hopefully the rain of fire that now came..would help

Also A great big Bump for my playahs

The banshees turned to see the barrel of the big gun pointing at them. The Exarch and three others were fast enough to launch themselves to the ground, while the rest of the squad was quickly annihilated by the massive projectiles of the rude yet highly close range efective orc gun. The blood of the banshees slake the ground as elves and orcs alike fell in the onslaught of the heavy machine gun.

The Exarch threw a pair of Melta grenades to the machine gun nest, two cylinders full of white phosporous as she crawled in the floor out of the reach of the big gun.

All my squad died in the dust, it's up to the four of us to make a difference. And this was just the first line, I need to reach the mortars. At least I hope that I could die like a hero, and not like a pig cutted down by the filthy orcish bullets

Some would get cut down.. I knew this.. I KNEW this!

Vorghal thought as the hail of bullets errupted.. those who were smart enough laid on the floor with him. others were cut to pieces along with the elves. Dying, taken down so the others could live on.

They died like warriors holding off the hard foe.

If we beat them here, then the Elves will have to take us serious..perhaps ask for a peace, a talk...But It might be a trap.. but it is well worth the effort. Peace might be good... We'd at least get our independence..Our Power back..have time to build, and then one last Waag afore I die.. All I ask...

A grunt left Vorghal as the black grey skinned Hai slowly look p
just in time, to watch the Heavy Mag continue firing, even after the grenades were thrown.. he was keeping the elves penned down, hopefully for a good while.

till the loud explosion.. and right as it came, Vorghalstood up, a deep an old War cry bellowing forth from his metal maw. The Axe waved high as he and five others stood, and began to charge the remaining elves.. Bodies flew from the second line as it began to pull back, yes, those grenades took out a few in Vorghal's already thning force
the napalm took many before.

what had been a force of 90 went to 87, then to70 in the charge and melee combat, now they were down to 63 orcs in total.

but with the shrapnel an orc fell down beside him, gurgling and tumbling down the mountain

62 is all he had left. And with his Axe held High
he and his four made to go into a melee fight with the remaining Banshees. while the Third line had time to reform, and the Mortars be placed again...

So with that Vorghal, wounds already oozing black life juice out, brought his axe about, as metal shod boots pounded forth the ground beneath him.

"Waaaahhhaaaggg!" nothing more than the old call to war left the Warboss as his axe swung down, making to take the Eaxarch and possibly another elf from behind...

OOC: ALso Athel Nora, and Cyber if you're still in, let me know.

As the recon troops' information filtered back to the Joint Committee of War, it became evident that something should be done. Much of the information gathered would be invaluble to the Aelosian defenders, and to help the Elves was the mission Cyberutopia had undertaken, after all. And so, a brief message was sent out.

Communique to the Aelosian Forces Stationed In the Outerlands

We have scouts in the area that have been gathering information. We believe this information may be valuble to your defense of the Elven settlements in the area. As there is a delay between when the data is actually gathered and when we recieve it, we can make a special mission to deliever this information to you faster than we could transmit the intelligence as a whole. Our recon unit is prepared to move now, and shall reach you in only a day or less. This unit would then remain in your position, to relay new information to you as it is gained. What do you think of this?

The Joint Committee of War

The Committee of the Army
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The Committee of the Navy
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The Committee of the Air Force
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((Yeah, I'm still in, I went away for a couple of days after Christmas. And Ael, you still need to reply to this.))

OOC: Rock on Oh Aelosia I sent you a Tgram

If anyone needs catching up let me know

IC:
OUt along the desert in a camp along the borders where the vast sands and mountains meet, the Tribe of the Bone Eaters had joined up, in it's entirity. The whole tribe, together.

And out along the Outskirts, clothed in ratty old black robes, stands he. a middle aged hai. Hood drawn over, and a spear clutched in his hand.
It was Dwar

Dwar was one of a few. where the Half breed in him showed more.. gave him an almost cruelly majestic look.
Yes he was something. an Outcast to both his breeds..

and with oddly grey eyes looking towards the heavens.. thoughts danced in his head.

It's been years since you fought..but now, look at you, your tribe grows restless already from the far small cities we SCRATCHED to make... Now elves of some unknown land attack us, while guns and drums sound in the mountains

The old Colonies are finally being struck...News came from Narshakh, from Oghmas...that..

a pause as he looked up.. catching the glare of the sun..

Yes.. in the evening the stars will shoot, and in the morning there will be a red dawn. And the Bone Eaters will be behind the enemy. We will march to our conquest, or our deaths..

A smile cracked along his pale green lips as one hand moved to the horn at his side.

"Both fit well.."

a raise of the spear up as the horn went to his lips and a loud blast rocked forth.

with that behind him War Trakh's and bikes came forward loaded with orc. A bike pulled along side for him to claber in the chariot car, as he blew another note.

The tribe then move, breaking at the center.

Most turned for the West to meet and strenghten Oghmas, WHile Dwar, and the Majority of his veterans and closest troops made for the mountains...

There to strenghten Vorghal and hopefully go to push them out from there.

A smile sat on his face.. the riders and the trakhs would deliver his orcs as far up as they could go, before turning letting them disembark and march the rest.

It was to be the last March of the East. And for this, Dwar was pleased.

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To the Cyberutopian High Command:

"We approve your initiative and we apprecciate your effort in helping our war effort. Your intelligence will be well received, as we have already engaged the orcs without the precise knowledge of their position, reinforcements and capabilities"

General Thielan Azlude

In the first line of fire:

Four against four, let's see of what are these orcs made of, thought the Exarch.

"I'll take the big guy with the axe, you take care of the rest", she shouted to the rest of her squad as she came forward for the kill. Her blade met the orc's axe, parrying a strike that would cut her down in two pieces. But the orc was too strong, the force of the stroke launching her backwards and biting deep into another Banshee's belly.

Another orc approached her from the left side and she launched her sword forward, stabbing the greenskin in the face, then jumped to face the Warboss again. As she crossed her weapon with the huge axe, she leaned on the orc and whispered "I'll go to the Halls of Mandos today, but first I'll offer your blood to Khaine. You and me, big boss, we are going to die together this day".

As the Banshees weren't unable to dispose of the orc line, the elven general quickly dispatched an squadron of Vyper jetbikes and a pair of Falcon Gravtanks to engage the enemy. "They have a lot of infantry, but maybe are not prepared to face armoured units", he said as the gravity engines of the tanks turned on with a hissing sound, propelling the leviathans forward, towards the orc line.

They should fire now...

Or so the Warboss thought, eyes looking to the new positions.. hopefully Nyhm would know what to do... Vorghal grunted.. as now his head came back to the battle, and as he saw the Exarch for flying back from his blow, he turned, whirling about his axe to catch another Elf Off guard, his own boys dropping low like the others..

But still a mass of fighting.. and a growl, as he turned, yanking his axe back, swerving, in time to see the Elf that just stabbed him, raise her sword up. The axe moves parrying the bloow, and he pushes back, as his head lunges in and he brings the great metal maw opena nd suhut, tearing through armor and elf flesh, before ripping away this time to meet the Exarch who calls to him.

as blood goes down his unsmiling face, eyes narrow as the axe is swung once.

"Skai! MY blood will go to my Ancestors and those before them.. Your heaten gods will not claim what is not thiers to Take..and so help me. I have lived long, but I will die sooner, if it means seeing my people free!"

and with that he comes charging in, axe coming down in a left to right diagonal as the old Warcry leaves him..
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Nyhm knew what was going on as soon as he looked down to watch the fierce fighting.. eyes narrowing, before with a single pause he raised his fist.

I am the Warboss now...

A grunt and with that his hand slammed down into an open fist. and with that, the heavy mags from the third line, opend up into combantants, even towards the Exarch and the old Warboss.

Vorghal will be pleased in his death..

But sharp eyes caught somethign.. things moving up towards the positions, a curse and with that the young Hai turned, as words came screaming forth.

"Turn your shots into thier trukhs.. thier sending big guns up here..Mortars!"

eyes looked to the several Mortar teams nearby. and with that he pointed a finger towards the incoming grav tanks..

"Fire!"

With that the Heavy Mags turned to try and give covering fire to the ground, by taking on the Jet bikes.

while the Mortar teams did something curious..they improvised.. Not the best way, but now they made themselves impromptu artillery and with that, they pointed straight forward and fired for the tanks..s ending odd shells towards the heavy guns moving up..hopefully it would work..

Nyhm's life and the continuity of the Small group's counted on it.
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We are getting close..already do the sounds become more recogniseable.. orcs are fighting...

Dwar slowly climbed down from the War Trakh's chariot Car. his spear still held close.. eyes looked as men and weapons filled out.. it would be another day of hard marching before they got close enough to strike the elves from behind..

A slight nod.. and he raised his spear, poitning towards the directions of the sounds.

We will march through the middle of the night and then sleep when I deem we are close...If Vorghal has not lost his position or the Elves do nto move, we will come in and sweep them up...

"Quiet from here on out.."

commented Dwar as he started to lead the long march. "We do not need them to know where we are.."

"Free for what?, we're not the tyrants of your people, war boss. You were the ones who killed an entire population of elves!", she said as she spun, dodging another blow from the huge axe that almost severed her head from her body.

Then she heard the machine gun fire towards their position. they're determined to kill their own people to kill us. At least we cannot say they're cowards. As she sensed the bullets approaching she launched herself forward, pushing the warboss with her to the ground, taking him away from the bullets that would have them killed. "I'm not saving your life, scum, but today I want you to die by my sword, and not fired by the back by your own troops". She said as she landed over the huge body of the orc. "You're a good match for me, and you deserve a better death". The remaining banshees were erased by the gunfire, along with the few orcs that still stood in the way of the heavy machine guns.

A shell landed right upon one of the tanks, sending sparks and fire in a explosion, breaching the wraithbone hull of the armoured tank and killing its crew instantly. One of the bikes was partially reached by a blast wave and lost control, crashing to the ground exploding in a ball of flame.

But the jetbikes were too fast, and dodged the artillery fire easily once they were aware of the mortars firing at them. They reached the orc line, sending a barrage of the shuriken catapults and the fast fusion rifles coupled to their cockpit. The remaining tank aimed the twin pulsar lances towards the orc line, firing a high energy laser beam against the mortar positions.

My Father, the old Morgrim. Listen to me..

"You subjecated my people, forced us into the low lands into the deserts away from our real lands, forced us from our mines, from our mountain homes!"

And the Axe whipped around as he tried to bring it down, narrowly missing the Exarch, and as the guns rip out, he lurches, jaw moving to take a bite from her, through her armor and her flesh.

Make a place for me in your hals.. welcome me..laud my deeds

and his body lands hard onto the ground as the Jetbikes come by, firing down into his boys. some of the men getting chewed up, and a heavy cal silences exploded from the shots.. now do the others turns firing into the Jetbikes.

One of the tanks blows out one of the entrenched mortar teams, but the others soon turn and direct thier indrect fire into the tanks, before scrambling like the others. following behind Nyhm, pulling them into further reaches of the mountain.

Good and bad...May my name be remebered and my spirit pass amongst you.. find me a good line that will follow... Bless those that served with me.. Watch me now, all eyes of our line, for I shall make my end, so glorious, that the Wolves will cry out and the birds will fly low in honor...Amen.



Axe away hand draws a long and serrated hunting knife. Crude like most orc knives, but large, longer. Made for his kind. Quickly his metal hand moved up going for the Exarch's throat as his blade made for her flank.

"I will bring as many as you with me scum. Your propulation deserves what we give, For it was your kind who put crimes on my people. It is written down in our caves.. KNow that you die.. You like all your elven kind I have killed will go in eternity to where our prizes are kept..Torment for you who started this Torment for those who pushed us out!"
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Dwar was closer now he could feel it.. his men could as well. and the movement became quicker pausing they looked over the knell that lead down towards where the small encampent and the firing could be seen.

The Wind picked up along his old raggedy robes, as the Half breed looked down.. a sneer forming, and his spear was held up.

"Skai! Get ready.. Rugburz take your and hit the left flank.. Grimgor, the right.. I want a quick bombardment before we rush in from behind.. catch them un awares.."

My forefathers here.. let Vorghal last the night.. let us have our victory..

With great concern, a Quickclaw hunting party watched the battle from a nearby treeline. Orcs and Elves slaughtered each other across the plains, and the earth would feed well when the battle was over. One of the hunters growled in their native tongue...

"Perhaps there is wealth to be had in this conflict..."

The lead hunter snorted in disagreement.

"Orcs are bloodthirsty warmongers. Elves are high-minded and distrustful of non-Elves. If you wish to concern yourself with the strifes and struggles of these softskins, I will not stop you, but do not expect any help from me either."

The first hunter, Fleetfoot, surveyed the battle scene. Surely some of his fellow hunters would enjoy the thrill offered in actual combat, as opposed to the hunting of wild beasts far from home. He moved as if to speak, but the leader, named Coutalbane, silenced him with a wave of his clawed hand.

"What is more disturbing is that these Orcs have firesticks in addition to their weapons of honor. The Elves ride mighty metal beasts into battle, attacking without honor from within. If your lust for gold outweighs your reasoning, you may fight. That will go for any of you as well."

Coutalbane stated as he turned to face the other hunters.

"I will stay here, and observe. You would do well to do the same."

The other hunters heeded Nagabane's words, he was an expeirenced hunter of beasts, both the four and two legged kind. He had slain a Shadow Naga deep in the Black Marsh, earning him his honorable name. Fleetfoot seated himself in defeat, shifting his tail out from under him. He gripped his longbow tightly, longing for combat. The other hunters, five in total, where armed with a collection of knives, spears, and swords. Each had a longbow and a quiver, more or less full.

Unknown to the hunters, a sixth Argonian watched from the cover of the trees, the Shadow Argonian Smokescale. Smokescale was considered mentally unstable, due to his constant chanting of arcane words and his tattoos of runes on his scaly skin. His left hand bore a trio of steel blades, attached like claws. His right hand held a tonfa, an indonesian striking device. A coiled ropedart hunt from his belt. A pair of nunchaku were secured next to it. Shadowscale watched both the battle, and the hunters. His mind was made up, he would approach the orcish lines at the most opportune moment. For the moment, he watched and waited, speaking arcane words to himself in a whisper-soft voice.

Another Vyper lost control after being hit by orcish fire, and his dying pilot launched the vehicle against the orcs bunkers in a Kamikaze attack, exploding as it crashed. Another tank exploded, reducing their numbers to just one, the crew of the destroyed tank pouring out of the wraithbone structure wreathed in flames and screaming. The remaining tank fired its batteries again, the twin pulsar lances now accompanied by a volley of high precision rockets.

The Exarch barely kept the knife at one inch of her throat with both hands, but she knew that the orc was too strong for her. She quickly reached her hip holster and pulled out her shuriken pistol, placing it under the War Boss chin. The crude orc knife plunged into the Eldar armor, embedded deep inside the Exarch throat, the flow of blood falling over the orc's face, making the helmet falling backwards.

The last thing Vorghal would ever see was the beautiful face of the elven woman, the blood pouring out of her lisps, forming a smile, just a second before she pulled the trigger of the pistol at point blank range...


In the camp....

The elven general received the reports of the scouts, informing that a huge orc host was trying to envolve their flank. "Order the scouts to slow their advance, tell their snipers to try to pick down the orc officers, they're always the bigger ones, and entrench the troops. Prepare a line of defense, they're going to charge our position".

Vorghal as dead.. for many wounds had pierced him. But the shot sent from the pistol made it offical.. Still the guns erupted, as the jetbike came slaming so close, exploding and picking off a few shar shooters.. but the guns and boyz kept firing.. But Nyhmn could see something.. something perhaps that the elves were not ready for.

Hopefully the Mortars would take out the last remaining tank.. give them something so they could press the attack on this side as well.

"Fire.. take out the tank!"

Nyhm Orderd now as he was the new Warboss. and a smile hit his lips.

If we beat them hear..then they will have to call for a moot..Vorghal said, elves will call when beaten..
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What Nyhm saw was the beginning of Dwar's assault. For the only Hai on his side, was Dwar and he was dead center, while two of his commanders were on either side, to push the flanks of the elven defenses.

What Nyhm saw were the rockets that came screaming down from the hills that were close enough to hit from.. Yes, the Orcs had the High ground and were making use of it, with bombardments of rockets and Morta.. anything to cause confusion and take out elves.. force them to surrender.. If that did not work, a full out advancement would come.

"They're too many. I don't think we can hold them much longer, and they're using artillery with a good effect", said the Aelosian captain to the General.

"Call the fleet, prepare everything, and give the button, I'll call them when the moment arises" was the answer from the scarred and experienced General...

In the front line...

The last troops of the Eldar counterattack died trying to reach the orc positions, and the last tank exploded after several shells impacted nearby, and the wraithbone broke to pieces. The corpses of Vorghal and the Exarch still were lying as dancing a last dance of death.

The Eldar retreated to their camp, and prepared the last stand...

"We're going to die here, no?", asked a young soldier to his lieutenant in the trenches as the orc came in.

"Yes, but what they don't understand is that after we died, many of us will come until we win. You'll die as a hero, and your death will be avenged. Now prepare for their attack, take as many of them with you as you can", answered his sergeant.

The Orcs continued to bombard the lines..And Dwar watcvhed in between taking potshots down into the encampment.. eyes aletr and he turned, raising his long shootah for a moment to direct his troops.

But then a Scouts bullet pierced his die, causing a low growl, and he stumbled back, another shot hitting him in his left.. as he spunb down, blood oozing from him..

"It's come.."

he growned as his own men took out those scouts, before yanking him back.. Eyes opened and closed..

Still Alive

Dwar Groaned.. eyes looking back as the shelling continued

"Keep the Artillery firing.. We're going to circle around them.. we need a screen.. We're making for the Northern city..where they one had the stars fall onto all of us. We shal fire the stars down onto them..."

His second nodded, before returning to give the orders.

While the elves dug in.. Orcs on the eastern front begin to quietly slip back into the mountains Heading for the Northern most City, the one that sat above all the settlements

The one, when Aelosia, once held these lands, they used to fire down into the orcs..A great weapon indeed..

many guns were stationed there.. there in Minas Anor.

And that's where they were headed.

On the West, after the last of the tanks were quieted.. Nyhm moved out, pulling back, hopefully heading his small force towardsanother settelment..To lure the elves..

The orcs were retreating..Even the artillery quieted.

As for the Hunting party.. None seemed to show that they knew they were there..or being followed.

A modified attack buggy watched the slaughter from afar. Perched upon it were five troops clad in black armor, a carbine slung over each soldier's shoulder. The driver shook his head before turning his head to look at the leader, who also silently shook his head as well. With a short growl, the buggy started up and drove away, heavy dust rising from where it had once been. The dust seemed to be everywhere, the recon troops had noted. A blanket of dust smothering the land's true colors.

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Elsewhere in the country, the other infiltrators prepared to use the Orc's spirit against themselves. Every morning, reports came in about stealthy ambushes on supply routes, until the messengers seemingly disappeared. In reality, ambushes were being made, but no real damage was ever being done. If everything worked out, the Orcs wouldn't find out the truth until it was too late.

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BUMP for Ael

OOC: I apologize for not responding sooner, the AOL remote host enjoys resetting my connection in the middle of a lengthy post.

IC:
Smokescale broke from cover, as he left the shadows he seemed to fade. His unusual breed was the product of one of Makaal's mixed blessings. Carefully he followed behind the orcish ranks, amused by their curious method of walking. Unlike most Argonians, Smokescale was fond of firearms, enjoying the cracking sound they made when fired. He had an unsual intrest in these orcish 'shootahs', probably due to their unusual design.

OOC: No problem at all.

IC:

The Orcs kept filing on, moving in thier own awkward manner up towards the north of Minas Anor, if they got there soon, without the elves knowing they left, they would have time to hopefully take the city without too much of a fight.

as for Smokescale. Only one seemed to know he was tagging along the rear of the small column, that was what was left of Vorghal's Boyz. And that would be the new WarBoss who trapped along the rear.

Nyhm...

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OOC: I'm actually not surprised that you detected him. The being has 'An elusive mind' as the Argonians say. He's constantly whispering to himself.

IC:

The deranged warrior followed the orc warparty, stay back far enough to avoid bumping into any of them. He was slightly visible to naked eyes, as a transparent shade of what he was when he entered the shadows.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, but in this country the New year's parties are large, long, tiring and unforgettable.


"They left", said the General, "They left even before we could strike them with our power".

"Our fleet is unable to target them now, Sire", informed one of the attendants.

"We'll locate them. Contact the Cyberutopians and muster all the survivng scouts. We have the bigger guns, but nowhere to fire them, we need to find those orcs and direct our star rain upon them", was the only answer of the General. "Raise the camp, with how many troops we count now?"

"Six thousand rifles, three tanks and a pair of bike squadrons".

"Prepare them, we're going to move and counter their guerrilla warfare with our own. But I need intelligence info about the orc situation".

OOC: It's cool Aelosia. I know how that goes myself.

Also Angorians that's cool, I was hoping I didn't like do anything to mess with what ya did, so no one really saw him, just kinda knows he's there.

IC:

They had marched all night and all day, the wounded in the center of Dwar's men, made to keep moving by the fresh troops to the rear. they were making good time, hopefully the elves would have no clue where they were going.. Hopefully they could reach those old guns, and fire upon them.. That was Dwar's prayer..

They already had a good head start on the elves.. and were well in so that if they did call in the big ships.. it would take time to hunt and find them.

So, they kept marching to the north towards Minas Anor
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Nyhm'smen had the rear guard duty, sprinkled about, making sure they were not surprised or hit, scattered and what momentum they had lost.

But Nyhm noticed something.. and so he halted men shuffling by.. eyes looking about a slight glimmer of something, and then nothing..Hackles raised on his neck, and he clutched his old mace a little tighter.

something follows..

Perhaps it was the predator prey feeling that is bred deep down into every orc. A pause and Nyhm coughed once, making the motion to keep moving towards the Skrimishers..

And with that one hand rested idly on his shootah as he marched along.

Then the bikes came....

Roaring with a humming sound over the battlefield, they launched a volley of their weapons upon the orc retreating line, proyectiles traveling through the air trying to find the hard orc flesh, then they pivoted and dissapeared with the same speed, as if never happened. The hit and run raid was planned, using the fast assault troops to hinder the orcs movement, then retreat to the safety of the infantry lines.

Smokescale continues his steady pace, despite the volley of rockets and gunfire that zipped past him. A side benefit of his apparent madness was a heightened sense of awareness, and he noticed one of the orcs place a hand on an unfamiliar device...

((Outerlands, I believe you have not responded to the "phantom attacks" my scouts are carrying out, attacks that don't really do any damage, but trick the enemy into overextending themselves. If further investigation is done, however, the enemy would learn that the attacks are not a severe threat, but this could take considerable resources.))

((Cyber that wasd due to it not being clear also the orcs haven't been sending out supply trains, they got ot make do with what they catch and can find.. which sucks for them, too low of an economy to risk supply trains, plus I don't think the orcs would use them unless it was a heavy assault. Ael, I'll reply to yours in the morning I need some sleep.

Anywho sorry for the delays and inconviences.

Play on))

((Oh, well, that's logical. Just ignore that, I guess.))

OOC: A favorite tactic of MS, Cyberutopia. Althought most of the time his forces cart what they can carry away from the supply train.

Myself, I use the same tactic that the orcs in this RP use, all argonian males are called 'hunters', meaning hunters of beasts and foes. They catch their own food in the field, and sometimes eat their fallen foes, depending on what they are exactly. Humans, orcs, and elves are not eaten, but cat-like beings and large furry races are sometimes consumed under dire circumstances.

IC:

Smokescale continued to follow, moving with the strange, jerky gait of the Argonian people.