NationStates Jolt Archive

The sun rose against the hills, as Lord Gyn looked on. In the far distance, he could see the lights given off by the fires. It was more than likely a small village, being raided by the orcs. Gyn shuddered to think of what was going on, and was thankful he could not hear the screams of the poor women and children as they were ruthlessly slaughtered in their own homes. As he watched on, he could only think of the times past.

Gyn was a man, like many in Aknor. The men and elves had lived in peace for nearly a thousand years until one day, when the sun did not rise. That day, out of the east, a new army arose. An army of orcs. That day, many a village was burned, its people slaughtered, and the remains burned to the scorched earth. That day, man and elf united against this one enemy. Man and elf died side by side, as the orc armies continued their push through the nation, leaving everything for ruin. However, it all turned around in one fateful battle. A battle which was sure to end the human and elf existance in Aknor. At the Battle of Maiar, the combined forces of the men and elves pushed back the orc hordes from the mountains, and eventually destroyed the entire army which was charged at the battle. This brought about a renewed hope in the lives of the men and elves, who had, before this battle, thought there was little to do other than lie down and die. However, the war was far from over, and would go on for years more. Gyn could only wonder what the outcome of this war, if it was ever to end, would be.

As Lord Gyn watched on, his elven counterpart, Lord Belil-Garil stepped up next to him. They stood in silence, gazing at the far ends of the nation, seeing the lights from the fires which killed so many.

"It seems as if the war may be coming to an end soon, my friend," said Belil.

"Ah, but how can we ever estimate such things as this," questioned Gyn in reply.

"I see. Our armies in the mountains are holding place. The armies in the plains are marching northbound, in order to confront the orc hordes in Bradir. Shall any enemy charge into the mountains, they will be repelled. Our few troops in the east are regrouping, and are attempting to flee the area," reported Belil.

"Good, good. You see, old friend, we still hold the mountains. It seems as if all we hold is the mountains, however. We must push forward, in order to repel these savages. The orcs have nearly all of the east, as well as much of the north. The south is constantly under seige, and it is only a matter of time before it falls to the enemy. We are lucky, friend, that the mountians stretch along the west, or else we would not hold anything in Aknor."

Belil made no response. The two stood, gazing into the distance, as a horrific scream penetrated their ears. Both slightly shuddered, as they stood in silence. It would be a long time before the orcs would be ousted from Aknor, but the men and elves would come out victorious- they wouldn't have it any other way.

In the city of Bradir, the orcs held their places. Bradir was one of their largest strongholds, aside the east, in the nation. They were ready to confront the men and elves- those who were to die at their hands. Soon, they thought, Aknor would be theirs.

Out of the southern hills, hundreds of dots began to appear to the orcs. The dots kept coming closer and closer. Soon, they realized this was not just hundreds, but thousands, of men and elves, marching to confront them at Bradir. The orcs readied for battle, knowing that this battle would be over just as fast as it starts. It did, however, confound them that their enemy would be making such a suicidal move.

The armies of man and elf arrived at their location. The total number of troops, 11,000, were led by Lord Golara, a chief in the Elven Legions. They stood, row after row, ready to strike the enemy at the gates. The orcs could be seen at the guard towers of the city, and there were certainly hundreds, if not thousands, of them behind the gates.

Lord Golara raised his arm. Hundreds of bowmen readied their bows, and took aim at the enemy orcs along with tops of the walls, in the guard towers, or over the walls to the enemy behind the gates. Golara threw his arm down, and the bowmen released their arrows, raining acurate death onto the orcs guarding the city. Unlike the tactics they had used before, the foot soldiers did not charge up to the gates, but simply yelled their war-cry. The bowmen readied their bows again, and continued their raining death upon the enemy orcs. After several volleys of arrows, the bowmen had ceased. Golara yelled for death upon the orcs, as the foot soldiers charged forward, wielding their swords. They were clad in mail, ready to strike upon the enemy beyond the gates. Suddenly, the gates opened themselves, and orcs ran out of the city gates, confronting the men and elves with their own swords.

The battle raged, as thousands of men and elves fought bravely against the orc hordes. However, as the battle raged, the orcs slowly began to pull back. Leaving their vicious brothers behind, only to have the men and elves send them back to the pits at which they belonged. The men and elves began to pull back also, allowing the archers to fire more on the now fleeing orcs. Hundreds continued to fall, as they retreated into the distance, towards the north.

Golara looked around. He had seen death and destruction, but this was the greatest extent. Orcs lied everywhere, along with men and elves at their sides. The city of Bradir was miraculously taken, mostly intact. They had come out of the battle with great losses, however. Of the original 11,000 troop army, 4,500 remained. They would take up positions in the city, to hold it, and serve as a beacon to the nation, that the orcs would be defeated.

This was the first in a string of battles, that was to rid the nation of Aknor of all orc presence.