Post by Mao Hiroto on Aug 31, 2008 11:04:15 GMT -5
The Black Orc bands, fueled by the support of the Llorac kingdom, began to rise to massive numbers in the outskirts of the Northern Steppes. As their lust for more hunting grounds grew, so did their lust for human blood. The Orc Lord, Kreton, rallied several bands to war and set out to the small tribal village of Jorl.
The Jorl tribe was small and a fairly peaceful lot, however they rallied together what fighters they could. Outnumbered and inexperienced, the Jorl fighters bravely engaged the Black Orc war party. For nearly 2 hours did the battle rage on, however the Black Orcs numbers and ferocity was too much for them. Soon the blood of Jorl washed down upon the lands of the Northern Steppes, and those who were not slain were taken captive. Kreton and his band of Orcs and slaves set out for the bridges into the mountain fortress of Aradai.
News traveled quickly to the ears of the Forsaken Guardians, who quickly rallied together all able fighters within the Northern Steppes to travel to Aradai and launch an attack. The fighters of the Steppes engaged the Black Orc war party and pushed them back time and again to the bridges, where the Orcs rallied to defend them, knowing that without their bridges, there would be no easy way out of Aradai.
The battle raged on, the warriors of the Steppes pushed through the bands of Orc time and again to lay seige to the bridge towers. Sensing all was lost, Kreton ordered the slaves from Jorl to be thrown to the front lines. Forced to fight their brothers at spearpoint, the slaves helped the Orc band push the fighters back to the bridges. Knowing the bridges were lost, the Orcs then set fire to their own towers, sending the bridges hurtling into the deep caverns below. Many of the Steppes fighters escaped the bridges when they saw the fires, however the captives from Jorl and many who were engaged on the front lines fell to their death.
Outraged by news of the events, the Dragoon lord Bishop amassed his captains and called forth fighters from his allies. The Mao Monastery called forth fighters from the Tou Fuu Shogunate. The Forsaken Guardians brought forth the remnants of their bittersweet victory at Aradai. The Imperial Guard of Eryndor came forth to the aid of the Dragoons, as did many others from the lands of Dragonspire, Dunland, Mittelmarch, and other distant lands. A formal declaration of war was set, as Bishop and his mighty war band marched into the fields of Llorac.
The Llorac king and his ally Kreton caught news of the armies amassing into their lands. The Llorac forces engaged the champions of the Northern Steppes in an epic battle which escalated for days, as new fighters rallied to the field day after day to fight against the armies of Llorac. Llorac, though small in number, found new allies who also began to filter in from other lands, keeping the numbers on the field balanced. As the fight dragged on, Bishop and his forces mounted a push. Bishop and his own personal guard pressed into the middle of the fray, sending his fighters into a glorious and fierce charge. The Shogunate flanked to the right and pressed hard against the Llorac line, pushing them back in on themselves. The fight looked as if it were won.
Then, from the distance came the sound of Orcish war horns. Kreton's armies had finally managed to find their way down from Aradai just in time. The enraged and bloodthirsty Orcs rushed into the fray, taking no judgement of friend or foe they charged through to the front line trampling many Llorac soldiers. Soon they cut down fighter after fighter. Kreton pressed into the fray as well, and soon was nearly eye-to-eye with Bishop. As it appeared the two battlelords would engage, an Orcish spear sliced into Bishop's leg, injurring him. His guards dragged him back behind the lines much to his dismay, fighting against them the whole time, desiring nothing more than Kreton's head on his wall.
The Northern Steppes champions began to lose morale with this Orcish rally, and to see their leader being dragged off the field. They fell back in retreat, many of their numbers lost, the fields of Llorac stained red with blood, and the fate of the Northern Steppes in jeopardy. The King of Llorac sent his armies into a victorious chant which rung in the ears of the retreating fighters over and over again as the Orcs pounded their weapons against their shields: "Vae Victus!" they shouted.
Indeed..."Woe to the Vanquished!"
The Jorl tribe was small and a fairly peaceful lot, however they rallied together what fighters they could. Outnumbered and inexperienced, the Jorl fighters bravely engaged the Black Orc war party. For nearly 2 hours did the battle rage on, however the Black Orcs numbers and ferocity was too much for them. Soon the blood of Jorl washed down upon the lands of the Northern Steppes, and those who were not slain were taken captive. Kreton and his band of Orcs and slaves set out for the bridges into the mountain fortress of Aradai.
News traveled quickly to the ears of the Forsaken Guardians, who quickly rallied together all able fighters within the Northern Steppes to travel to Aradai and launch an attack. The fighters of the Steppes engaged the Black Orc war party and pushed them back time and again to the bridges, where the Orcs rallied to defend them, knowing that without their bridges, there would be no easy way out of Aradai.
The battle raged on, the warriors of the Steppes pushed through the bands of Orc time and again to lay seige to the bridge towers. Sensing all was lost, Kreton ordered the slaves from Jorl to be thrown to the front lines. Forced to fight their brothers at spearpoint, the slaves helped the Orc band push the fighters back to the bridges. Knowing the bridges were lost, the Orcs then set fire to their own towers, sending the bridges hurtling into the deep caverns below. Many of the Steppes fighters escaped the bridges when they saw the fires, however the captives from Jorl and many who were engaged on the front lines fell to their death.
Outraged by news of the events, the Dragoon lord Bishop amassed his captains and called forth fighters from his allies. The Mao Monastery called forth fighters from the Tou Fuu Shogunate. The Forsaken Guardians brought forth the remnants of their bittersweet victory at Aradai. The Imperial Guard of Eryndor came forth to the aid of the Dragoons, as did many others from the lands of Dragonspire, Dunland, Mittelmarch, and other distant lands. A formal declaration of war was set, as Bishop and his mighty war band marched into the fields of Llorac.
The Llorac king and his ally Kreton caught news of the armies amassing into their lands. The Llorac forces engaged the champions of the Northern Steppes in an epic battle which escalated for days, as new fighters rallied to the field day after day to fight against the armies of Llorac. Llorac, though small in number, found new allies who also began to filter in from other lands, keeping the numbers on the field balanced. As the fight dragged on, Bishop and his forces mounted a push. Bishop and his own personal guard pressed into the middle of the fray, sending his fighters into a glorious and fierce charge. The Shogunate flanked to the right and pressed hard against the Llorac line, pushing them back in on themselves. The fight looked as if it were won.
Then, from the distance came the sound of Orcish war horns. Kreton's armies had finally managed to find their way down from Aradai just in time. The enraged and bloodthirsty Orcs rushed into the fray, taking no judgement of friend or foe they charged through to the front line trampling many Llorac soldiers. Soon they cut down fighter after fighter. Kreton pressed into the fray as well, and soon was nearly eye-to-eye with Bishop. As it appeared the two battlelords would engage, an Orcish spear sliced into Bishop's leg, injurring him. His guards dragged him back behind the lines much to his dismay, fighting against them the whole time, desiring nothing more than Kreton's head on his wall.
The Northern Steppes champions began to lose morale with this Orcish rally, and to see their leader being dragged off the field. They fell back in retreat, many of their numbers lost, the fields of Llorac stained red with blood, and the fate of the Northern Steppes in jeopardy. The King of Llorac sent his armies into a victorious chant which rung in the ears of the retreating fighters over and over again as the Orcs pounded their weapons against their shields: "Vae Victus!" they shouted.
Indeed..."Woe to the Vanquished!"