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« Reply #15 on: June 24, 2009, 11:55:07 PM »

Traylon Grillus

Traylon rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he poured himself some tea. He had the night watch which meant that after filling out a few reports, checking on the few men guarding the entrance he could find solace in the warm cot that lay next to the wall closest to the fireplace.

Tea poured, cup held gingerly in hand, he turned from the fireplace after replacing the teapot on a heated rock by the fire to keep the water hot, and sat down at his desk. He looked at the couple of reports that lay on his desk, quickly scribbled his mark on the papers and pushed them aside. He leaned back in the chair and taking small sips of the hot tea let it slowly warm his mouth and then his insides.

By Ko'rach it was cold out there tonight, he thought, as he stared up at the guardshouse ceiliing he noticed that some of the beams were beginning to rot through and made a mental note that they should be replaced but after the war.

The war. It had come so suddenly, so swiftly...so deadly. Traylon had studied his military history, it was part of his training to become a corporal and knew that Remusia and other cities had been attacked by the orc's over the years, but they had been skirmishes, and Traylon had just been a very young boy, barely out of his mother's care, when the last orc attack had hit the city. He did not even know that their had been an attack. Now, here he was, barely a man, according to some, and he was involved, not in a skirmish, but in a real war! Where people, his friends, had died.

He recalled how he had carried that wounded man off the wall, through the streets to the hospital, an old man helped him carry him the rest of the way when his own strength could not handle the wounded man's weight any longer. The man had an orc's arrow protruding through his chest. There was so much blood, on the man and on himself. They finally get the man to the hospital and the doc there tells them that the man is dead.

Dead! Traylon could not believe his ears. He looked helplessly as men took the dead man's body away and placed him in a corner and covered him where there were many other bodies, too many to count, lying and covered up the same way. He could hear the moans and groans of pain of the many wounded men that lay on cots, some with bandages filled with blood. The old man that helped Traylon was a healer and the doc welcomed him with open arms. He needed help with all of the wounded. Traylon thought the doc looked liked he was about to keel over. Traylon left the hospital saying to himself, "What in Ko'rach's name was happening? Traylon's world had been turned upside down.

The guardhouse's door crashed open, a blast of cold wind blew threw the room, blowing out one burning lamp, flickering the others and even the fireplace. Traylon spilled his tea on his clean uniform and swore from the heat and he now had a dirty uniform which he was going to have to clean. He glared at the lowly private who stood there with the door still open. "Close the blasted door!" Traylon yelled as he grabbed a piece of cloth and began soaking up the tea on his uniform and his desk. Traylon looked up into the wide gray eyes of the youngster. probably not much older than himself when he joined, Traylon thought. "Well, what was so important that you had to bust in here like that?" Traylon asked.

The boy's mouth opened but nothing came out, it started quivering and then as if he looked liked he was about to cry he shouted one word..."Orc's"

Traylon leaned over his desk. "What did you say?" He asked.

The boy closed his mouth, swallowed hard, seemed to compose himself and then yelled again, "Orc's, Orc's are attacking our gate!"

Traylon stood frozen for a moment. Orc's attacking here and at night! What do I do? Not now! The General and the Commander must know immiedately!

The youngster must have read Traylon's mind. "What do we do?" He asked trembling.

"Do? You go to the western gate and inform the General and the Commander if you see him. I am going to rally our troops," Traylon answered, as he belted on his sword.

The youngster was still standing there by the time Traylon was dressed. Traylon glared at him. "What are you waiting for man! The orcs to have breeched the gate before you leave? Move!"

The youngster yelled, "Yes corporal and rushed out the door, leaving it wide open again, where the wind blew out the remaining lamps leaving only the guardhouse bathed in the soft glow of the fireplace. Traylon took a quick look around, wondering if he would ever see this place again, and then rushed out the door himself closing it behind him.

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Traylon rushed up the few stairs to the ramparts looking over the southern gate. He could hear the thwang of bows as their archers began shooting, however it was hard to find a target in the dark that was small and blended in with the terrain so well. A young soldier with sword in hand rushed past him. Traylon stopped him. "What is going on?" He asked.

The youngster, not much older than the one he had just sent scurrying away, gasped for breath; it came out in heavy clouds that Traylon could see. "The...The orcs are attacking."

"I know that you fool. I need to know more than that?"

He does not know Traylon," a familiar voice answered.

Traylon turned and behind him stood a friend of his, Phillip. "Phil, do you know?" Traylon asked.

"Only that we heard a large war cry, some sort of horn blew and the orc's began attacking. I just came from the western gate where it is happening," Phil answered.

"No Phil it is happening here too! At this gate! They are attacking here as well. What do we do? We do not have enough men here. I sent a soldier to inform the General and the Commander, but what do we do until then?" Traylon asked, his voice a bit strained.

Phil was older but he still was only a private. It probably was because Phil had a liking of Remusian brandy a bit too much, but he was Traylon's friend and Traylon looked up to him.

"I suggest corporal that you start acting like a man and start earning those stripes you seem so proud of," Phil answered.

Traylon was a bit taken aback by the tone in Phil's voice but he quickly realized what Phil was trying to convey. Phil was right! He was the person in charge until someone else with higher rank came along. He began shouting orders. "Make sure the gate is sealed! We need more light, our archers cannot hit something they cannot see."

Phil gave him a quick wink and grinned. "Yes corporal. I think I know of a way to get more light," he said as he rushed off. The other youngster yelled loudly, "Yes corporal, I will go down and make sure the gate is sealed tight. No stinkin' orc is going to breech the gate!" And he too rushed away leaving Traylon staring out into the darkness, a bit more proud, trying to see an enemy in the dark.
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« Reply #16 on: June 27, 2009, 02:40:22 AM »

Ghun and his army after the first initial war cry closed into the southern entrance, however as soon as the human archers began shooting at them Ghun ordered all torches to be put out, the army halted and put on White Bear skins; this effectively made them almost invisible to their enemies.

Ghun waited until he could see the main body of orcs led by Ph'ragh reach the walls with ladders and began climbing them. Ghun then ordered his army to slowly, stealthily approach the southern gate.

Ghun's earlier observation of the entrance had told him that it was guarded by a wooden gate the size of three tent openings. He did not know how thick it was or what held it closed, but if his own experience taught him anything over the years, he figured the gate to be thick and solid and probably had a thick wooden beam securing it. The humans, he had discovered, were very good at protecting what was theirs, especially their cities.

Ghun had a plan to break that defense. A good portion of his army carried a huge, thick, beam of wood. Ghun had the army fix leather strips, about the length of an average orc to the beam so that the ones carriying it could swing the beam with enough force to break down the gate; at least that is what Ghun hoped.

To protect those who were battering the door, Ghun had archers but mostly the bear skins that that particular portion of his army wore was thickened so that most arrows would could not penetrate the skins and protect those underneath.

Ghun knew there were some flaws and holes in his plan, but he had consulted with his magician who, after consulting the spirits, told him that he would have victory; along with that knowledge and surprise on his side Ghun thought tonight would be his.

His men had reached the door. Ghun listened and in a few blinks of time he began to hear the thundering sound of the beam crashing into the human's gate. He ordered his archers to begin shooting at anything that moved on top of wall guarding the gate.

The real battle had begun!
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« Reply #17 on: July 02, 2009, 02:01:38 AM »



It was beginning again and Sargeant Malowart, Wyshnir-eck-E’shov (Esteemed Warrior) Malowart, stood atop the wall, directing fire at the approaching horde.  He was confident in his men's abilities.  Remusian archers were renowned for their ability.

Still, tonight they had other suprises in store for those heathen orcs.  Men had spent all day stirring large iron cauldrons of melting carteloreen blubber over fires, the smell of it wafting in the slight breeze.  Malowart walked along the wall, inspecting each cauldron in turn.  "Stir in more fat.... bring that to a full boil.... careful not to splash that onto you, son, or it'll scar.." were all words of encouragement he gave as he walked.

"Orcs!"

The battle cry went up, as Malowart knew it would once the sun had set, and it began once more.  The orcs made their way close to the walls, using the cover of darkness and the added concealment of white fur cloaks.  It made them difficult targets if they were alone, but with an entire army rushing presented many targets to choose from.

"Ladders!" Malowart called out, as the first of the long tools hit the top of the wall.  He took a spot near one and tried to swing it off to the side, but the weight of it and the orcs climbing on it were too great.  Instead, he readied his sword and met the first orc up the ladder with a mighty swing, that found flesh and sent the beast crashing backward, taking with hi the next orc in line, as the two tumbled down to the ground.

As sudden loud booming thud seemed to reverberate through the crisp evening air.  Malowart craned his neck so he could look over the edge of the wall, and saw with a bit of apprehension, the orcs using a long wooden beam to smash into the gate door itself.  Dammit!  The door was thick, and could take a lot of abuse, but nothing was invincible; especially with the amount of force the orcs were using to smash into it.

"Oil!  Give those heathens a taste of the sea, boys!"  Yelling that, he watched as four men lifted a cauldron of oil off the fire it was sitting above, and hauled it to the place above the gate, using thick heavy thunderfoot leather straps looped through handles in the pot.  The four hefted it up onto the merlons above the gate, and tipped it over.  The super heated thick carteloreen oil spilled over the side, and almost immediately, the horrific screams of orcs beneath began to drift upwards.

Malowart smiled grimly in satisfaction, just as another green head popped up from the ladder.  The smile disappeared.  In battle, satisfaction was a short lived thing.
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« Reply #18 on: July 02, 2009, 06:35:38 AM »

Ghun watched with satisfaction and anticipation as his men attacked the walls with ladders and the booming sound of the ram hitting the gate. He lost several men to the human archers. His archers shot back but their arrows fell short. Ghun swore.

"Move forward more you idiots! You waste arrows on stone." He yelled. The archers moved closer and began shooting once more; this time their arrows flew at the men on the walls and Ghun was happy when he heard a cry come from several of the men on the wall.

Ghun was itching to kill some humans. He could taste their flesh and blood already. Suddenly from atop the wall he saw something pour down upon his men using the ram to break down the gate. The liquid hit his cloaked men and to Ghun's amazement and to the horror of the men beneath, it caught on fire!

Screams echoed through the dusky night. Ghun watched as some of his men caught on fire and ran screaming into the night. What was that? How much more do they have? Ghun thought as he saw his men throw away the burning skin. Ghun rushed forward, "Break Gate," he yelled.

The remaining men and others, took up the places of the men who had died, picked up the ram and again started to ram the gate, however they did not have the protection from the human archers and his men were being cut down like deer on a hunt.

Ghun ordered another squad of men to bring up more bear skin and another squad with another battering ram to help the first one. Two rams will do, Ghun thought, as both rams began to pound the gate and the booming sounds felt like victory to Ghun.

He grabbed a ladder himself, running toward the wall he placed it and urged his men up the ladder. "More ladders," he yelled. Soon a dozen ladders hit the walls and men began to climb up.

Ghun moved back, an arrow hit the ground near his left foot. He retreated quickly, putting on a bear skin to cover and conceal himself. He hoped he would not have to use more of his men on the rams and ladders. He held back most of his men to attack once the gate had been broken through.
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« Reply #19 on: July 06, 2009, 03:34:00 AM »



"Fire!"  

With each dumping of boiling carteloreen oil onto the orcs below, the command for fire was yelled out, and a torch was thrown onto the flammable liquid as it covered the unfortunate victims below.  The air hung with the stench of burnt hair and flesh, and the screams of orcs dying in burning agony.

Mallowart watched with satisfaction, the goings on.  His men were performing well.  As the ladders were reaching the top of the parapets, his men were ready with sword or spear to repell the enemy as they tried to get over the edge.  They were fighting as a group; tight, coherent, and without hesitation.  Their training had been well done, and he was proud of those that he recognized as his own charges.

Another orc stepping over the parapet caught his attention, and he stabbed with sword, but the orc dodged the strike and retaliated with a vicious swing from his own club.  The full effect of the attack missed the cagey veteran, but enough of it caught his shoulder that it sent him sprawling.  He lay there a moment as another Remusian warrior stepped in to battle the orc.

Mallowart climbed to his feet, rubbing his shoulder with his other hand.  He would be okay, for it had only been a glancing blow.  A direct hit would have broken bone, and left that arm useless. He had been lucky.  He stepped back, taking a moment to massage the shoulder until it felt better.

His attention was diverted to where another cauldron of oil was being transported to its place above the gate.  It was at that instant when things were to take a completely different turn.  The four soldiers carrying the oil were disrupted by a volley of arrows, in which one orc projectile caught a oil bearer on the lower part of his neck, just above the rim of his armour.  The soldier screamed out, and stumbled, causing the large cauldron of oil to tip perilously to one side.  The boiling liquid frothed about and spilled over the lip of the bowl, burning the feet of those next to it, and making slick the stone battlements on which they stood.

Mallowart watched in horror, as time seemed to slow while one bearer, then another slipped and lost their hold on the cauldron.  The giant bowl sloshed one direction, then the next, before it finally escaped the hold of the bearers and tipped over completely.  The temperate liquid splashed onto the men, and rained down on those soldiers inside the wall who were busy inside the gate, helping to brace it to the effects of the battering it was taking from the orcs on the outside.  From somewhere, a lit torch was dropped, alighting the liquid and setting afire many of the men caught in the deadly rain.

"Dear Necteref have mercy!" Mallowart whispered under his breath, as he watched too many of his men die from the flames that were intended to kill the orcs.
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« Reply #20 on: July 07, 2009, 02:40:42 AM »

The stench of his kin burning assaulted Ghun's nose and his eyes widened in horror as he watched the wretched humans pour more of that vile liquid down upon his men and throw a torch down and light them on fire as he stood in the middle of the ladder he had placed against the human's walls.

His anger grew, he clenched the ladder with his huge right hand and began climbing, allowing those who were smaller and quicker to pass him by. He had almost readched the top when he saw a grizzled human cut down one of his men on a ladder closer to the gate than to him and watched with hatred in his eyes as the orc fell taking two more with him to the ground.

Ghun roared and the men above him jumped over the ramparts and began attacking the men up there. Ghun rushed up the few remaining rungs and was met with a spear tip. He ducked, the sides of the spear cut into Ghun's bulging neck muscles.The man holding the spear pulled it back quickly for another jab. Ghun leaped over the rampart, and barely grabbed his club, that hung over his back, before the spearman had a chance to recover from the surprise jump.

The spearman did recover and recover quickly. He jabbed at Ghun, who swung his club at the spear, catching it and smashing it against the wall. Ghun snarled at the human who drew a sword and yelled Help! Ghun did not know what the human said but whatever it was he heard the sound of running feet behind him and in back of this puny human.

Ghun attacked swinging his spiked club hard, it was met with a clang as the man's sword parried Ghun's club. The man was shaken and his face turned white as he saw his sword had bent under the blow. Ghun did not hesitate and attacked swinging his club fast and furious. The human''s sword held up for two blows before it broke in two. Ghun could hear those coming to this human's rescue coming closer, but he did not care this human was going to die!

Ghun swung again catching the man in his arm, the spikes tore through the man's armour, clothes and into flesh and bone. He heard the man howl in pain and Ghun smiled. He swung low and caught the man on his left leg as he tried to dodge the blow. Ghun heard the crack of bone as his club shattered the man's leg. The man dropped liked a stone, blood spurting our between his fingers as his hands grasped onto the wound. Ghun advanced quickly, swung his club once more at the man's head. The man tried to block the blow with his damaged arm but Ghun's club went through the man's arm like it was nothing and smashed into the man's head turning it into an unreconizable mass of flesh.

Ghun bent down, took a bite of that mass of flesh and tasted the blood. He stood up, lifted his head and roared.  He turned to see many spearmen coming after him, he turned the other way and there was the same. Ghun roared once more then securing his club he leaped back onto the ladder and quicklly climbed down. Too many...better retreat now and fight later, Ghun thought.

Ghun reached the bottom of the ladder when he heard a human cry out from the top of the gate. He looked up and saw that another of those vile pots of liquid was about to be poured upon his men, but this pot began to tip first one way and then to Ghun's surprise the pot tipped over on the other side of the gate and during the struggle to keep the pot upright, some stupid human must have knocked over a torch because Ghun could hear the screams of humans.

Ghun smiled, flesh and blood. His God was with them just as his magician had predicted. The humans were getting a taste of what his men had been going through, Ghun thought as he made his way to the knoll so that he could better see the whole area.

The gate was burning on this side and Ghun hoped that now it was burning on the other side. With fire burning on both sides of the gate it should not be long before he and him army were through.
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« Reply #21 on: July 09, 2009, 03:08:18 AM »



So many things happened at once after Phil left. Sgt. Mallowart came rushing to his aide, as Traylon was struck with fear and was just staring out into the darkness. Along with the Sarge, came the small but efficient men that guarded the gate. Orcish arrows were flying, but they were missing their targets while Remusiat's archers were hitting theirs and in the darkness he heard a howl of pain. The Sarge had a surprise for those vermin. He had men boiling carteloreen blubber over fires, the smell of it wafting in the slight breeze. Sgt. Malowart walked along the wall, inspecting each cauldron in turn.  "Stir in more," he ordered.

Traylon pitched in and helped the men stir in more of the blubber and they let it simmer under the fires until it was a bubbling mass of hot liquid. Traylon helped move the cauldron to the edge of the ramparts and poured it over. Screams were heard below as the boiling liquid seared flesh. Then someone threw a torch down and the liquid caught on fire. Traylon never heard such cries and howls of pain. Phil's face suddenly came into view, he had a wicked smile upon his face as he stared down the wall. "See Traylon. Look at those green skinned vermin burn!"

Traylon nodded, trying to keep the contents of his stomache where they belonged, "Yeah, look at them burn," he said weakly.

Phil clapped him on the back. "Look! See that?" Phil asked pointing.

Traylon looked where Phil was and could see what looked liked a torch gone mad; for the light went one way, then another, then turned back on itself and then stopped. "What was that?" Traylon asked.

Phil cruely laughed. "That my friend was an orc firestick."

Traylon thought a moment and then he understood. The light was an orc on fire and running around trying to distiguixh it, and when it stopped the orc had died. "Gruesome way to die," Traylon said.

"Are you kidding? You're not getting soft are ya kid?"

"No...no, it was just an expression," Traylon answered.

Another clap on his shoulder. "Good, for a moment there I thought you were feeling sorry for those bastards." Phil paused a moment and then began to laugh outloud. "You know that was the funniest thing..."

A gargled sound came from Phil's throat. Traylon looked at his friend and in horror saw an arrow sticking through Phil's neck. Like time had stood still he saw his hands move slowly toward Phil as Phil staggered, his hands reaching up to the shaft of the arrow. Traylon heard a voice yell "No" and then time suddenly rushed forward. Phil grabbed the arrow and pulled it out of his neck. Blood gushed out of the wound and Traylon felt his arms around Phil as Phil collapsed to the cold stone floor. Traylon looked at his friend's eyes and they just stared back at him...lifeless.

Traylon did not know how long he knelt by his friend, but a gentle hand touched his shoulder. "Soldier, who is in charge here?" a voice asked.

"Sgt. Mallowart," Traylon answered mechanically.

Traylon felt the presence of the man kneel down beside him. "Was he a friend of yours?" The voice asked compassionately.

Traylon had tried to keep back the tears but that question and the compassion in the strangers voice released them and inbetween a torrent of tears and heaving sobs, Traylon nodded, "The...the... best," he answered. Traylon could not help himself but he felt faint. The man's arms held him and Traylon held him back, tears and heavy sobs pouring out of him.

"I am truly sorry. What is your name and your friends name. I wish to remember them and him," the voice asked.

Traylon looked up through tear stained eyes into a young face who was glancing back forth between himself and Phil. Traylon saw the crest of Remusiat on the leather breastplate. He looked up again into the face of this stranger and realized it was the Prince. He quickly released the Prince and bowed. "I...I apo..lo..gize... m'lord," Traylon stuttered.

"There is no need..."

"Traylon, Traylon Grillus, corporal," Traylon answered, wiping his face as he stood up.

Prince Timeras stood up as well. "And your friends name?" He asked.

Traylon looked down at Phil and saw a young soldier that must have been with the Prince gently closing Phil's eyelids. "Phil, Phillip Hunsask, private," Traylon answered.

There was a pause as the young soldier that Traylon now recognized as the one he had ordered to go tell the General what was happening was saying a short prayer for the dead. The soldier finished and stood up. "Thank you," Traylon said, as soldiers who practiced healing came rushing toward them. They were not full fledged healers, so they had picked up the nick name of medics, those who practice, but not know completely the ways of medicine.

The young soldier just nodded his head. "Well Corporal I think that the medics will take care of your friend's body. Can you direct me to Sgt. Mallowart?" Timeras asked.

Traylon gave one more quick glance at Phil's body and then pointed toward the main gate's ramparts. "He is over there, m'lord. He is supervising the oil pots," Traylon answered. I can take you there if you wish?" Traylon asked.

"Oil pots?" Timeras asked.

"Yes m'lord, we pour boiling pots of carteloreen blubber over the wall and then we light it with a torch. It burns the devils alive!" Traylon said a bit proudly.

Timeras glanced over the ramparts and could see the fire down below and smell the stench of bunt flesh. He pulled his head back just as an arrow flew past them. Timeras heard several thumps against the wall.

He then heard a large voice yell "Ladders" coming from the direction of where the Sgt. was supposed to be.

Traylon drew his sword. "M'lord leave. The orcs are coming up the ladders. You will be safer with the Sgt." Traylon said as he pushed Timeras toward the direction of the Sgt. and with other soldiers began to try and push the ladders away from the wall.

Timeras hesitated. He wanted to help, but he also wanted to speak with the Sgt. What should he do?

A thump on the wall in front of him answered his question as the tops of a ladder suddenly appeared. Timeras drew his sword, the young soldier next to him also drew his and they waited for the assault to come. It occured to Timeras that he did not know the young soldiers name. "What is your name?" Timeras asked.

"Tiberius," came back the answer as the soldier swung at a green head hitting it squarely and sending the orc screaming down into the night.

"Good blow Tiberius," Timeras said as more green bodies began to show and Timeras jumped into the fray with sword swinging.
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« Reply #22 on: July 22, 2009, 11:56:27 PM »

Burning flesh, burning flesh, burning flesh... It was all Galthas could think about while he worked on the injured boy, who almost died during the hasty procedure that the dwarven healer performed. He could smell it, he could see it, he could feel the presence of flaming flesh all around him. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, all this pain, loss, and suffering. Galthas had made it his mission in life to releive suffering wherever he found it. Well, the horrified healer thought to himself, or he might have mumbled it, he wasn't sure, you've found a god's plenty of suffering for a few years, then.

He finished with the boy that he had been treating, reached into his bag and pulled out a dried root. Galthas placed it up to the boy's mouth and gruffly uttered two simple words, "Chew, now."

The young boy, who Galthas now noticed had jet black hair and large brown eyes, did exactly as he was told and, in a few seconds, had passed out. "Trum-Baroll knows ya need a rest, poor boy," said the dwarf and somehow he knew that the boy would have no problem with Galthas using a god's name that wasn't the boy's in this particular instance. He would probably want as much divine help as he could get.

Looking over into the darkness toward the gate, Galthas looked for another man to treat. It had been rather easy to find this boy, because the damned oil that had burned these men had still been aflame. He looked over two men, who were either dead or too deformed to live a decent life anyway. Starting to feel sick to his stomach, Galthas found a man that looked to be about forty-something, with burns over his entire body.

This man, however, was still racking with sobs over his pain. Galthas fell to his knees beside this man, also, and began to treat his numerous wounds. The healer then discovered that he had no more tears to cry, even though he hadn't even noticed that he had been crying ever since he saw the mutilated men behind the gate.
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« Reply #23 on: July 23, 2009, 12:34:40 AM »



Chaos ensued.  The oil that had been spilled on the battlements had spread out and caught fire, making any attempt by the orcs to breach the wall near the gate nearly impossible.  That was to the good, Mallowart noted to himself.  The troubling part was that same oil was preventing the defenders from pouring more oil down above the gate, so the orc battering ram now had no impediment to its evil intent.

If they couldn't find a way to get the flames out soon, and get the defences focused once more, there was a real chance they could lose this gate.  If that happened, the orcs would have access to the city.  How many would die if that happened?  Could the entire city fall?

At the far side of the sea of flames, Mallowart saw soldiers approaching with large buckets.  He felt a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.  He raised up his hands in protest,, and yelled out, his voice sounding so small against the roar of the flames, the screams of men, and the feral battle cries of the orcs.  "No!  Don't do that!"

It was too late, however, and the men started throwing the buckets of water upon the flames.  To their surprise, and Mallowarts fears, instead of being extinguished, the flames seemed to rise up onto the water, swimming across it and spreading even faster than it had been.  The flames licked back, enveloping one of the men throwing water.  The clothing about his legs ignited; soaked in oil as they were.  

The man screamed out, and began to jump about, beating at his legs with his gloved hands.  The flames were relentless, refusing to be put out.  In his panic, the man did not watch close enough where he was placing his feet, and he stepped off the inside of the battlements.  He fell to the ground below, and lay still while the fire continued to burn through his leggings.

Mallowart could no longer watch, and turned his attention back to the orcs.  They were still coming, even harder now.  They must have sensed an opening in the defenders strength.  Could it be that the gods had abandoned them?  A shiver ran through the senior warrior.

Gods have mercy.

More ladders were hitting the crenals and merlons.  More orcs were climbing towards them.  More orcs were bringing death.  More orcs...

There was nothing left to be done here except die.  If it were only him, he would gladly give that ultimate sacrifice to his people.  But, it was not just him.  If it were simply a battle on the wastes, it would have been easy to throw himself into the orcen fray and die a glorious death.  But, it was not on the wastes, it was the city of Remusiat.  With a heavy heart, and an overwhelming sense of shame, Mallowart cupped his hands around each side of his mouth and yelled out.

"Abandon the wall!  Off the wall!  Gather below.  Bring the wounded.  Hop to!  If you want to live, get off the wall!"

Mallowart hurried to the stairs that led from the battlements and waited there, placing his hand on the shoulder or back of each warrior in turn as they obeyed his command and hurried from the battlements.  Mallowart would see to it he got each of his men down from this side of the fire.  He could only hope that those on the other side would hear him, or see the retreat and act in kind.

When the last soldier passed him, and the orcs were now unopposed, Mallowart followed down the stone stairs.  Upon hitting the snow covered ground, he spied what appeared to be a dwarf attending to one of his men.  This was highly unusual.  Mallowart rushed over to them, and looked at the wounded man before turning his attention to the dwarf.  "I'm not sure who you are, my friend, but on behalf of my men, thank you.  Now, you need to get them back.  I fear we may lose this section of the city."
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« Reply #24 on: July 24, 2009, 02:45:04 AM »

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Hack! Slash! Thrust! Timeras's sword went through so many green bodies he lost count and yet they still kept on coming. Tiberus was on his left side and Traylon on his right along with a bunch of other men all fighting the onslaught of ladders and green orcish heads that popped up soon after.

They had moved farther away from the flames that were licking their way up the wooden gate and even the stone walls, it seemed the orcs had done the same. During a brief pause in the fighting he looked around and saw blood splattered and soot covered faces. Their faces told the whole story, they were tired, some were wounded and many had died. In the darkness you may step on either an orc or a friend. Blood was splattered and spilt everywhere. Why it became a curiosity to Timeras he did not know but something in his brain told him that they all spilled the same kind of blood...Red!.

More ladders! Back to the wall he pushed with both legs on the top of the ladder and pushed hard, Traylon and Tiberus joined and the ladder fell away along with screams into the night. But there were more ladders being put up. Timeras knew the men were exhausted and these damnable orcs seemed to be inexhaustible. Suddenly he heard a voice beyond the flames yell,  "No!  Don't do that!"

Timeras swung his sword at a green head and watched it fly off into the darkness, the owner still grasping onto the ladder, blood spurting out of the orc's severed neck. Timeras was wondering why someone yelled that when suddenly he saw a burst of flames shoot straight up the gate and into pots burning whatever liquid was in them. Timeras saw around the brief light a man shouting and then as the fire grew and unfortunately took some men with it, their screams heard as they fell into the night on the ground below, their bodies aflame until the fire exhausted its food supply and then slowly died out.

"Traylon and Tiberus stay here and protect this wall. I need to get closer to the flames to see if I can hear what that man is shouting about."

Traylon knew Sgt. Mallowarts voice by heart. "M'lord, that is Sgt. Mallowart," Traylon said.

"Are you sure?" Timeras asked.

"Oh yes M'lord. We are sure," both Traylon and Tiberus answered, both glancing at one another...grinning.

Timeras grinned as well. You never forget your taskmaster nor his voice, he recalled. "Then I must speak to him," Timeras said as he rushed off.

"I really should go with him," Tiberus said worriedly.

"I think you should obey him," Traylon ordered. "Besides, here they come again!" He shouted as more ladders popped up on the wall.

Timeras got as close to the flames as he dared. The heat was unbearable, even in this bitter cold night. The roar of the flames made it near impossible to yell but he tried anyway. "Sgt. Mallowart...Sgt. Mallowart! This is Prince Timeras! Can you hear me?"

Timeras listened and did not hear a reply. He was going to shout again when he heard the Sgt's voice. The words were broken up and very weak, but the last words sent shivers up and down Timeras's spine; "If you want to live, get off the wall!"

The Sgt. was abandoning the wall!, Timeras thought. Through the flames he saw men rushing down the stone stairwell to the ground below. Timeras turned and looked back at the way he had come. Through the smoke he could see men, his men, fighting valiantly to keep the orcs from breeching the wall but slowly and surely they were being cut down and loosing. Timeras turned back just in time to see the Sgt. leave the wall himself.

Timeras thought as he ran back to the men. A huge orc rippling with muscles but with only one arm was swinging his spiked club at Traylon's head. Traylon ducked, Tiberus attacked, and the orc brushed Tiberius's stroke away as it were a fly on a horse. Timeras recognized the orc as the one he had battled earlier that day. He drew his sword, gave a mighty yell and rushed forward.

Ghun was about to crush another human's head when he heard the yell. He hesitated and that was enough time for Tiberus to grab Traylon and drag him as far as he could away from this orc. Traylon was bleeding heavily from several wounds to his arms and a gash across his upper stomache.

Tiberus looked on in horror as he saw the prince rush forward swinging his sword. The clash of sword and club rang thunderously against the stone wall. Ghun snarled, "Know you. I fight you before. I kill you now."

Timeras dodged the club as it slammed into the stone wall of the city, sending chunks of stone flying, piercing shards that stung and cut Timeras's flesh. He thrust his sword at the orc's chest, who quickly moved to his left, more quickly than Timeras thought an orc his size could move, but his sword still bit into the orc's right side.

Ghun howled in pain. He swung his club at the human's head and once again the human ducked his blow. Ghun quickly swung back his club toward the human, he felt more pain as the human's sword slashed his left side, Ghun roared, the human dodged back from Ghun's club, but was not quick enough as the spikes tore into the human's armor, ripping it, along with clothes and flesh there were underneath.

"The Prince. The Prince is in danger," Timeras heard as he was twisted around like a rag doll, crashed into the stone wall and crumpled to the floor. He was surprised that he still held his sword. He turned around to see the orc fighting men that had attacked him from behind. He was swinging his club left and right, knocking men off the wall, bashing through their armor, like it was parchment, crushing bone and ripping and tearing flesh as he fought.

Timeras stood up, raised his sword and rushing forward he slashed down on the orc's back, hoping to cut the bastard in two. The sword cut through the bear skin armour the orc wore and sliced along the orc's spine, but not deep enough to do any real damage, but it did grab the orc's attention.

Ghun was grinning as he viciously cut down these puny humans who dared attack him! Each blow sent satisfaction to Ghun's mind. Each tear, each rip, each time he heard bones cracking, he smiled; his razor sharp incisor teeth and mouth itching to taste human blood. He was about to crush another puny human when he felt a blow to his back and then excruciating pain all down his spine. He roared and stood up to his full height and swung around bringing his club with him.

Ghun saw the human that he had been fighting before once again duck his blow. His club smashed into the wall and the spikes got stuck. The human slashed again at Ghun's unprotected left side. Ghun roared out in pain again and pulled his club out of the wall. He turned his head and saw more men coming. He turned back to face the human who was preparing another blow. Ghun snarled as he leaped for the ladder, "Fight not over. We meet again." and then he was gone.

Timeras sunk to the stone floor as men gathered around him, he could feel himself losing conciousness..."Abandon the wall. Guard the gate," He whispered before he fell into a well of darkness.

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Tiberus and the other men picked up the Prince, their wounded, including Traylon and made their way down the wall to the gate as they heard more ladders pounding against the outer wall. Tiberus saw Sgt. Mallowart talking to what looked liked a dwarf. As he became closer he realized it was a dwarf. When he became close enough he yelled, "Sgt. The Prince is badly wounded and unconcious and we have other's as well. What shall we do?" Tiberus asked glancing back and forth between the Prince and Traylon, fear mirrored in his eyes.

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« Reply #25 on: July 29, 2009, 12:19:49 AM »

Galthas looked up from the man that he was treating to see a human that looked important standing over him.

"I'm not sure who you are, my friend, but on behalf of my men, thank you. Now, you need to get them back. I fear we may lose this section of the city."

Galthas forced another of the sleeping herbs into this man's mouth, who then chewed gratefully, embracing the darkness that was sleep. The dwarf knew that he would want to forget what was happening here, in fact, he would probably be scarred for the rest of his life.

Before answering the human that had talked to him, Galthas looked up at the walls, and noticed that they had been abandoned, with now only the green skin of orcs flooding the area between the battlements.

"Well," began Galthas, "Ah've only treated two o' yer men, and they'll survive if they can be carried back to tha 'ospital."

Then Galthas noticed that many other men had showed up, some carrying others, with blood and flesh dripping out and off of the ones that were being carried, who Galthas now realized were the injured from the wall.

"Oh, Rock Father!" Galthas yelled when he saw a soldier that had been greatly injured laying on the ground.

"This man will never survive tha trip back ta the 'ospital, Ah'll need to operate here."

The dwarf reached into his pack and pulled out a smaller pack full of all manner of sharp instruments that he used for surgery.

"But we can't perform surgery right here on tha ground, he'll freeze ta death. We need somewhere flat, stable, and warm. A table in a buildin', but it'll 'ave ta be very close."

Galthas then noticed that none of the men were doing as he asked, and realized that they would only do this if one of their own told them, one in a position of power. He looked at the man that had approached him first.

"Well, you tell 'em," said Galthas as he motioned toward the men with his hand.
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« Reply #26 on: August 12, 2009, 12:34:44 PM »



Mallowart knew that the situation was getting more grim by the moment.  To have a healer helping the wounded was a big help.  He hated to see his boys die.  Most of them he had known since their first days in the army.  He looked up at the sound of someone calling to him.  His heart nearly stopped when he saw the wounded figure of the Prince.  Mallowart waved them on.  "Keep moving, get him out of here."  What fool allowed the heir to join in the front ranks?

Hearing a voice again from at his feet, Mallowart listened to the dwarf, glanced at the poor warrior wounded in the snow, then glanced at the wall.  The orcs were holding the top of the wall above the gate, while taking heavy casualties from Remusian archers.  However, the main danger came from below them.  With no defense on the gate itself, he could see the gate heaving with every crash of the battering ram that the orcs were employing on the other side.  The flames too were doing nothing but weakening the structure.  It would not be long before the gate completely fell away.  Those green monsters would then come pouring in with greater numbers.

With sadness in his eyes and in his heart, Mollowart shook his head slowly.  "You are gonna have to move him, doc.  Either that, or leave him.  That gate is going to fall.  When it does, the orcs are going to take this part of the city.  They don't have a lot of mercy in them."

As if to prove his point, there was a loud "crack", and Mallowart swung his head in the direction of the gate.  The timber that was across the gate, holding it closed, was now splintering.  The end was near.  He looked at the dwarf again.  "Time to make up your mind."

He then shouted out above the roar of the battle.  "Retreat!  Regroup!"  He had no more time that he could afford the dwarf.  He now needed to make sure more soldiers weren't killed.
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« Reply #27 on: August 13, 2009, 12:14:27 AM »

Galthas couldn't believe what he was hearing. This sergeant would rather leave this man to die than risk an attack by the orcs. He immediately came to his senses, though. If we stay here, he thought, then more men will die than just one. Galthas looked around until he saw two strong-looking soldiers that weren't carrying anything and were about to retreat.

"Oi, you two," he said as he shuffled over to them.

It took them a while to realize he was talking to them, and when they did they looked at each other and then down at him. "Yes, dwarf?" one of them asked of Galthas.

"If ya'll carry this wounded man back with ya, then ya'll be doin' yer city a great service."

They looked at each other and shrugged. Then, they moved over to the wounded man and picked him up, one holding his arms and the other was holding his feet. Galthas realized immediately that this was doing more harm than good.

"No, no, not like that, ya have ta carry 'im on your shoulders ta keep 'im steady."

The two shoulders then shifted the man's weight on them so he was as steady as he could be and started to trudge off in the direction where everyone else was retreating.

"Wait, wait," Galthas said as he ran after them. They stopped so he could come up to them and put a sleeping herb into his mouth. The injured man chewed it and fell into a deep sleep. "He deserves to rest."

Galthas turned around and saw all the other wounded men on the ground that they would have to leave. He shed a few tears and muttered a silent prayer to Trum-Baroll before running in retreat with the few soldiers that were left as the gate gave another loud crack from the effects of the battering ram.
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« Reply #28 on: August 14, 2009, 04:31:33 AM »

Tiberius was waiting for Sgt. Mallowart to reply. He saw many men burned beyond recognition, the stink of burnt flesh wanted to make him vomit, but he kept it down when he heard the loud boom and then the crack of the thick beam holding the gate fast against invaders. He took a quick glance toward the gate and heard the last part of the conversation that the Sarge had with the dwarf. The sarge was telling the dwarf, who it seems it turned out to be a healer, to either leave the man he was treating or move him.

Then the Sarge yelled for everyone to retreat and regroup. The men began running away from the gate; even the dwarf who got some volunteers to help him move his patient began leaving. Tiberuis could not believe his eyes nor his ears. He shouted once again, "Sarge, the Prince is wounded badly and we have another, Corporal Traylon, who is wounded as well, as others. I need your help!"

The Sarge seemed to not hear him over the roar of the flames, the pounding of the orc's battering ram upon their gate and the screams of the frightened and wounded.

Tiberius was only a lowly private but he also fought along his Prince and the Prince had called him his friend and Tiberius felt pride and responsibility for the Prince and even Corporal Traylon. He looked at the men who had followed them down off the wall. "I guess we do it the hard way. Let's get out of here. Follow the dwarf and hopefully we can find a place safe enough for the healer to look at our Prince."

The men, battle weary, nodded their heads, hefted the wounded, including the Prince and corporal Traylon and followed after Tiberius who was heading toward the dwarf.
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« Reply #29 on: August 16, 2009, 02:00:42 PM »



Mallowart moved his men down the street away from the gate.  He had issued orders to others, having them take control of the other streets and the soldiers therein.  As he shuffled along, he watched as the dwarf took the wounded man on the ground and had two other soldiers carry him along.  Mallowart couldn't help but be impressed with the dwarfs tenaciousness, even as he wondered at the practicality of it.  When one of the soldiers carrying the man gave a sidelong glance to Mallowart, questioning what he was supposed to do, Mallowart simply nodded his head and looked to the dwarf.  If the dwarf was this determined to save the soldier, then he could sacrifice two soldiers to help.

He then looked over to the men carrying the Prince.  "Get him to the hospital.  Get back here as soon as you can!"

Mallowart then picked a point along the street; one that looked the as though it was defensible.  "Form up!  Shields to bear!"  The men lined up across the street, completely blocking it, facing the gate.  In a single motion, they all brought shields up, interlocking them with the man on each side, creating a solid wall of shields.  Spears, and in some cases warswords, were held in their free hands, ready to jut forward to find orcish flesh.

Mallowart then Stepped forward behind the front line.  "Archers!  Prepare!"  At this, a line of archers stood behind the front line, each knocking an arrow onto their bows, yet not drawing the string, awaiting further orders.

The old soldier then watched the gate.  Like the rhythm of some terrible drumbeat, the gate pulsated with every crash of the battering ram on the far side.  Boom!  Boom! The gate bent inward further with each hit.  Boom!  Boom!  The crossbeam continued to crack.  Weaker and weaker it grew, less able to withstand the abuse.  Boom!  Boom!

"Archers!  Ready!"  Mallowart watched as the line of archers drew back on their drawstrings.

Boom!  Boom!  This time the crossbeam splintered and broke.  The gate flew open and a horde of orcs rushed inside.  The gate had failed and orcs had entered the city.  Remusiat was at last vulnerable.

"Archers! Loose!" 

Remusian arrows filled the sky.
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