NobleIre
02-10-2011, 12:17 PM
Birds lifted off, flying into the air at a panicked pace. Small animals sprinted away, and the swamplands became still with the overhang of menace and fear. A low roaring began to grow in the distance, the very soil and leaves trembling at the force that approached. The stomping of heavy legs and iron-clad warmachines sloshed through water and trampled vegetation as it drew onward. All was struck silent in fear of the Orcish mob.
Horns blew, booming out into the wilderness with their war-calls. The mob pushed on, their thunderous march forming a chaotic off-beat rhythm. A great mass of green and brown, iron and leather drew through the swamplands with their hearts and ambitions high. At the fore, the great Orvok Legbreaka rode atop his fierce warg-mount.
It was not long before walls began to loom ahead, stout stonework that rose intimidatingly before their eyes. The host drew forth and then slowly ground to a halt outside the reach of enemy archers. "Bah! Look here boys.. Thalrak the Flimsy hides in behind his rock!" Declared Legbreaka, and his men replied with a few cat-calls and appreciable laughter.
Ahead, orc and goblin heads poked out from above the wall, looking out at the massive force assembled before their gates. Bows and catapults were readied as other orcs rushed to bolster the defenses at the gate.
"No doubt.. he has many orcs at his gates.. many orcs protecting his precious stronghold. But still, he lacks any guts!" He continued scathingly. "He is a coward of an orc! We have strength and iron! We will tear down his stone walls!" He continued, now bellowing at the enemy.
"We are strong, we are bold.. and luck will choose us!" Legbreaka shouted, his army replying with an uproar of cheers. "Big Boys, get the big ram!, In-line.. manbreakas, bigblades, and kibs!" Legbreaka commanded and his men followed, the three great ogres forming up with a great line of berserkers, slayers, and goblin raiders behind them. The first of the ogres carried a huge shield, while the other two toted a massive battering ram between them.
"Charge!" Legbreaka commanded and his men charged - the warg-riders holding back from the wall battle. "Trickstas, cover the boys! Shoot them off the walls!" The marauders rushed forward as archers began firing arrows down at the charging army. Grimstock blocked many arrows from one side with his great shield, covering the other two ogres as they ruhed forward with their ram.
The marauders stopped and began shooting up at the walls, attempting to cover the army. Suddenly a great, booming thud reverbated through the area; audible even over the shouting and great clamour of warfare. The gates shook as the ram first made contact, the ogres soon drawing it back for another slamming blow.
Blow after blow rained in upon the gate, cracking and fracturing its locking mechanisms until it finally slammed open wide. The ogres trampled in, tossing the great ram atop the waiting horde of goblins that stood waiting behind the gate. Goblin's squeeled and scattered as the great ogres pulled axes from their belts.
Enemy slayers moved in as the ogres began cleaving through their enemies - Legbreaka's berserkers and slayers moving in behind. An enemy ogre advanced to stop their march, swinging a great club at Hatebellow. Hatebellow raised his axe, blocking the mighty blow though it staggered him back a step. He held off the mighty club for a moment before the enemy ogre roared and swung it around in the other direction.
Minerot attempted to aid him, but couldn't reach around the size of Hatebellow and there was not room to maneuver around him. Hatebellow twisted to the side, block the club early with the haft of his axe, turning the bladed end toward the ogre and thrusting to strike him in the face. Orcs and goblins alike scattered as the two hulking forms did battle, swinging and battering thunderously on each other. With a roar of triumph, hatebellow cleaved into the chest of the other ogre, felling him though he had received a deep-scarring wound where the club had snagged and torn at the left side of his face.
"Ha, Thalrak hasn't the numbas to stop us!" Legbreaka cried, "let the kibs and workers help them clean up. There won't be much glory left by the time we ride in. Prepare for spoils!" He declared, spurring his mount to a moderate gait that carried him onward to victory.
Horns blew, booming out into the wilderness with their war-calls. The mob pushed on, their thunderous march forming a chaotic off-beat rhythm. A great mass of green and brown, iron and leather drew through the swamplands with their hearts and ambitions high. At the fore, the great Orvok Legbreaka rode atop his fierce warg-mount.
It was not long before walls began to loom ahead, stout stonework that rose intimidatingly before their eyes. The host drew forth and then slowly ground to a halt outside the reach of enemy archers. "Bah! Look here boys.. Thalrak the Flimsy hides in behind his rock!" Declared Legbreaka, and his men replied with a few cat-calls and appreciable laughter.
Ahead, orc and goblin heads poked out from above the wall, looking out at the massive force assembled before their gates. Bows and catapults were readied as other orcs rushed to bolster the defenses at the gate.
"No doubt.. he has many orcs at his gates.. many orcs protecting his precious stronghold. But still, he lacks any guts!" He continued scathingly. "He is a coward of an orc! We have strength and iron! We will tear down his stone walls!" He continued, now bellowing at the enemy.
"We are strong, we are bold.. and luck will choose us!" Legbreaka shouted, his army replying with an uproar of cheers. "Big Boys, get the big ram!, In-line.. manbreakas, bigblades, and kibs!" Legbreaka commanded and his men followed, the three great ogres forming up with a great line of berserkers, slayers, and goblin raiders behind them. The first of the ogres carried a huge shield, while the other two toted a massive battering ram between them.
"Charge!" Legbreaka commanded and his men charged - the warg-riders holding back from the wall battle. "Trickstas, cover the boys! Shoot them off the walls!" The marauders rushed forward as archers began firing arrows down at the charging army. Grimstock blocked many arrows from one side with his great shield, covering the other two ogres as they ruhed forward with their ram.
The marauders stopped and began shooting up at the walls, attempting to cover the army. Suddenly a great, booming thud reverbated through the area; audible even over the shouting and great clamour of warfare. The gates shook as the ram first made contact, the ogres soon drawing it back for another slamming blow.
Blow after blow rained in upon the gate, cracking and fracturing its locking mechanisms until it finally slammed open wide. The ogres trampled in, tossing the great ram atop the waiting horde of goblins that stood waiting behind the gate. Goblin's squeeled and scattered as the great ogres pulled axes from their belts.
Enemy slayers moved in as the ogres began cleaving through their enemies - Legbreaka's berserkers and slayers moving in behind. An enemy ogre advanced to stop their march, swinging a great club at Hatebellow. Hatebellow raised his axe, blocking the mighty blow though it staggered him back a step. He held off the mighty club for a moment before the enemy ogre roared and swung it around in the other direction.
Minerot attempted to aid him, but couldn't reach around the size of Hatebellow and there was not room to maneuver around him. Hatebellow twisted to the side, block the club early with the haft of his axe, turning the bladed end toward the ogre and thrusting to strike him in the face. Orcs and goblins alike scattered as the two hulking forms did battle, swinging and battering thunderously on each other. With a roar of triumph, hatebellow cleaved into the chest of the other ogre, felling him though he had received a deep-scarring wound where the club had snagged and torn at the left side of his face.
"Ha, Thalrak hasn't the numbas to stop us!" Legbreaka cried, "let the kibs and workers help them clean up. There won't be much glory left by the time we ride in. Prepare for spoils!" He declared, spurring his mount to a moderate gait that carried him onward to victory.