The battles of Ratheein

[Saimol]

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not good but i still cant write in english freely
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Middle-aged orc was sitting in dark on large carved wooden chair in dark tent. Tent was much bigger than most tents in that orcs camp and it was splited into two parts. One part was warlords apartments. There were few hammocks, small wooden table, some big chairs and a pile of sacks where warlord was keeping his stuf. In other part of tent there was large carved table, some large carved chairs and one larger and more carved chair. The orc was sitting on that largest chair. He was wearing ordinary once coloured but currently grey clothes. The only thing divergenting him from simple peasants was his bearing. Orc was spreading aura of power around him. This was warlord Saimol. In front of him on table was lying heavy metal mail and open-faced helm. Leaned at table there was huge battle-axe.
Suddenly orc stood up and left the tent. Outside the tent there was few stakes with trophies hanged on them. Orc looked over small tents village. About 100 tents formed round camp on the hill with warlords tent in the middle. Camp was surrounded by wooden spiked barricades to protect it from dangerous animals and possible enemies. Young orc boy quickly approached warlord:
- Is there anything you want, sir?
- Yes, - answered Saimol.- I want to see Gahordel.
Gahordel was warlords second-in-command and one of his best warriors. Moments later big orcish figure went out of nearest tent and came to Saimol.
- You wanted to see me, warlord?
- Yes, Gahordel, Im worrying about latest reports from homeland.
- Whats happening there?
- Looks like our old 'friends' are going to invade something again. If they will choose Sichosti, we will need better defence than those spiked barricades we have now.
- But our men cant make anything better from wood and we dont have any gold to buy metal or stone.
- This means we need to make gold and quickly. Look I will take about 20 men and try to find some mercenary work in those towns to south. You will be leader of camp while I will be away. Take care of it and warn me immediately if you our scouts will report that our brothers from east are approaching Sichosti borders.
Later that day a party of 20 heavily armed orcs and warlord left the camp and turned south. Orcs were riding giant wolves. Everyone was armoured and carried small wooden shields. Most orcs were wielding big axes but some preferred hammers or even swords.
- We will establish camp after sunset but now push your wolves as much as they can run!- ordered Saimol.- I dont want to waste any time!

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[ooc: Now i will finish the prolouges, and evreything should be ready.

Chem-Kerria
*After returning the elderly man to his ledge, not knowing what had happened, the orcs returned quickly to the throne room.*
"Orcs !"*shouted the warlord.*
"Gather youre strength and youre numbers, We march soon. Release the Goblins into mountians, make them find the beasts that dwell within the caves and lurk in the catacombs. Succses will be rewarded, Failure will not be tolerated."*the warlord continued to say.*
"You, You and you !"*he shouted, pointing at the three biggest orcs in the room.* "Come with me !"*he exclaimed. He quickly ran out of the throne room, the orcs followed despite their armor. They ran into the massive courtyard and into the stables. The stables were massive but roofless, Worgs and massive wolves were bound by chains to stakes in the ground. The stench of blood waffed heavy in the air around the stables, chipped bones and skulls were piled in the corners of the stable. The orcish warlord moved deep within the stables, and then opened a secret trap door, he went down followed by his orcs, and then he closed the trap door. The orcish warlord went on, in the sub-stables the stench was even worse, but the orcs were used to it. They went on and on, deeper and deeper into the catacombs of the orcish fortress.* "Men, stan youre ground, do not move after five steps, do not move to the sides."*the warlord said, taking five large steps. The first orc took five cautious steps, as did the second, and then the third came, he took a few steps, then wobbled, but failed to regain his balance, he fell off the narrow catwalk they were on, his fall was short as armor could be heard hitting the ground, and then hideious creatures could be heard devouring the clumsy orc.*
"The Chimerias den. Here dwell the legends."*said the warlord.*
"Creatures of the night ! Fly, spread youre tainted flames across the western plains, burn the Elven forrests, drive the Dwarves into thier mountians, Make the humans hide behind their stone walls !"*the warlord shouted, louder than ever, a great fury of feet and wings was heard, the orcish warlord continued on to the next catacomb. When he got there, he was meet by a steel grated door A large but deformed Orcish guard opened the door, let them in and quickly closed it behind them.*
"Harpies..."*he said, he then dragged his foot around until he found a crevase in the ground. He squatted to pick it up, and then he pulled it back with all his strength, mechanicisims were heard and the roof to the cavern slowly opened and a massive ammount of winged humanoids flied out without a word, the stream was endless and showed no signs of stopping. The orcish warlord then went to the steel grate door, it was opened and he walked out, as did one of his guards. The other guard was not as lucky, a harpy grabbed him up, armor and all, and flew away. The Orcish warlord then made haste to get up to the stables and back to the throne room. When he got to the throne room, his generals were assembled there.*
"Are the goblins searching for more beasts ?"*asked the warlord.*
"Yes"*one of his generals replied.*
"How is our cavalry ?"
"Mounted worgs with a wolf shock force, not even a Par-Disean army could stand up to thier power."
"Our trolls ?"
"Trolls, Bugbears, And Orges are ready at a moments notice."
"The orcs ?"
"Massed and ready"
"Siege equipment ?"
"Rotted but being repaired. Iron Scailing ladders are ready to be moved our however."
"Supplies ?"
"Meat wagons are ready."
"Our....Allies ?"
"...Unaware..."
"Send and envoy to Mit-Larden, Our hordes march south next month. Ready three thousand troops, Give them a quality leader, make them march into the western plains. Ready them for fighting the Dwarves."*said the orcish warlord. There had been a conversation, and orders for action were made.*
*Outside the orders were given, within an hour three thousand orcs marched out from the Black Veil. Dark smoke, ash, and pollution filled the sky, the orcs could march a very long distance under these conditions. Ahead of them, harpies could still be seen flying out of caverns. For a long time the Orcish warlordk new about the Harpies and Chimerias, he kept them locked away, now released they would burn, pillage and eat to their hearts content. There were thousands of harpies, and many more would be chased from the caves by the goblins. Chimerias were much more rare, but much more powerfull. The flying host would be the first wave, burning and pillaging, fertile lands would be laid to waste, forrests and mountians would be the new homes of harpies. Chimerias would dwell in caves and lairs of various sorts. All this was part of a plan that was being put into action.*

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Cai-dae-teir
*After a long, vast trek through the deserts, the drow second in command finally reached a town to spread word of what happend. Bloody and beaten the drow made his way to the governors household, and barged inside. A host of elven bows were quickly drawn upon the drow, and would shoot without mercy, if given the word. A tanned elf walked up to the drow.*
"I did not hear you know."*asked the elf.*
"Because I did not."*replied the drow.*
"Being a Drow i cant expect you to abide by any rules whatsoever, but when you are in my house it would be honorable to abide by my rules, but again, you are a mere drow."
"Since you are a surface dweller and a sun skinned ruffian I, as a Drow, can not expect a fair welcome here. I bring news of the houses that would be important for both our races to know."*said the drow.*
"Keep talking, perhaps I will appease youre merciless speach and not tell my guards to skewer you with thier precise arrow fire."
"Whatever you say, Sun skin. There was a meeting earlier, between the leaders of our houses, somewhere deep in the desert. If all went well, our houses would become allied. All did not go well. Beadouweins attacked us, they killed one and carried off the other two. I do not know why they let me live."*said the drow.*
"Perfect. All has gone according to plan."*said the elf, who then moved his hand in the signal to fire, several elf bows loosed arrows, the drow was stunned and skewerd with arrows.*
"Take his body outside and impale it, he murdered our leaders. Send word to the houses that the drows have killed my poor father, but died in the process."*said the elf. The drow, by chance, picked the house of the Tan-skinned elven leaders son. The son organized the beadouwein attack, being trecherous. Now he would rule Cai-dae-teir, or so he thought. So far his plan was goign according to plan.*

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Wei-Kar
*Hours passed and no one entered the library and disturbed the king, no one knew what had happened, eventually the Elf queen, concerned, entered the library, and let out a screach. Elven guards quickly rushed in to find a grim scene. Elven hunters were quickly dispatched to discover the killer. From the tracks left from nearby the rope, the tracks lead to a small human village. Blades were on display for sale, so many that any identificationf of a single blade from a single merchant would be impossible, and amongst the numers people walking around the trail was lost. The elven hunters returned disheartened. The Queen, normally calm and gentle, was now suspicious and full of rage. She ordered the Elves to ready an army, the killer would be found by any means nessicary, even if it meant evicting evrey single human from Wei-Kar.*

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Bouk-Thar
*Due to an unexpected change in weather, the clansmen of Bouk-Thar were able to gather and prepare to set sail quicker than planned. A small contengient of about seven hundred men, all in numerous ships, set sail early. More and more ships would come as time passed, but this force would land and be the shock troops of the mainland invasion.*

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[ooc: Okay, to set evreything in motion, Hordes preparing to march from Chem-Kerria into the western plains of Ik-Thar, hostile takeover in Cai-dae-teir, Military buildup and anti-human centiment in Wei-Kar, with Clansmen/Vikings coming in from Bouk-thar via ships.]
ic:*the men at the camp were initaially shocked by the call from the Dwarf, but they quickly woke their comrades, and their leader.*
"Greetings !"*shouted the leader, who was still in his chainmail armor. He quickly grabbed a targe and slung it over his back, while he grabbed a short, four and a half foot spear and jumped on his horse. His horse was a large and majestic stallion, as black as the night and as fast as the light, it looked majestic, espically with such a tall rider. Without guards, or cover from his camp the man rode out to meet the Dwarf.*
"I am known as Teur Vanoth, My men know me as Tewoth."*he said when he got close enough not to yell, but still be heard.*
"Our camp here is peacefull, long as you are."*said Tewoth.*

[Simon_the_Cyrodiil]

Hundin stopped near Tewoth "That is Good Horseman me and my men are peaceful and we will camp here with you tonight!" said and then continued down the hill, he then stopped turned and shouted "BRING THE STOCKS!" to someone over the hill, and then ten wagons came trundling over the hill pulled bye donkeys and guided by dwarves.

[ybtypical220]

[ooc: i deleted youre other post since it was spammish and had nothing to do with the rp]



"I hope you brought youre own tents, Dwarf, My men are curteous, but our tents cant house both men and Dwarves. But I am sure my men will feel more curteosy after a good drink, My men must be responsible for thier own stocks, since horses cant carry extra barrels. Now, I insist before you start drinking Hundin, tell me of the happenings of late in Ik-Thar."

[Simon_the_Cyrodiil]

***OOC***
Crap you have to make me do something hard... lol

***IO***
"Nothing much, spies have reported movement in the north, they think armies are soon to march south. I am going to intercept any armies we find and also we are to report back if we find enemies past Par-Disaeo, then, we prepare for war. And yes we have our own tents we don't live on encounters with horsemen."

Hundin and his men continued down the hill, by now they had reached the bottom and were beginning to unpack...

[ybtypical220]

(ooc:I find it my duty to annoy people and make them work.)


ic:

"Very well. My men will surely welcome you, youre kin and youre ale. As i have said, we carry none, but enjoy it when we stop near civilization."*said Tewoth.*
"I wont keep you, but if you need me, sober up and i will be in a tent."*he continued to say, and then he rode down, back to his camp, where he then dismounted and crept into a random tent, it was emptied so Tewoth streched out, yawned, but did not go to sleep, rather he got out his pipe and took a book from the pocket of his riding chaps, he then lit his pipe with a piece of flint and began to look over the book.*

[Simon_the_Cyrodiil]

***OOC***
You would need two pieces of flint lol jk

***IO***
Hundin finished the walk to the bottom of the hill and then helped his men unpack... a half an hour later they started to unpack the ale and goods "COME ON HORSEMEN!" Hundin shouted "THE FOODS COOKING." As he said this the dwarves started several large fires and started cooking three deer and a bear they had just caught and some fish that they had caught along the way. Now the two biggest wagons that had been kept covered were uncovered and to the horsemen who hadn't camped with dwarves before surprise they were full of barrels of ale, all of it strapped into the waggons, there were one hundred and fifty barrels there.

***OOC***
they might get thirsty...

[ybtypical220]

(ooc:Thats alot of ale. But for the record, speaking from experience, Venison[deer meat] tends to be a dry met, but not 150 barrels worth of ale)
ic:
*The horsemen, tired after a long day and exhausted from weeks of riding, gladly joined the Dwarves to celebrate... just about anything. The riders were a tough group of men, many with numerous scars. All were horsemen and warriors, rarely was there a break in riding, and often there were hostile encounter, friendly faces were rare, often only seen when reporting succses and claiming rewards. The warrior horsemen did share a common love of drink with the Dwarves, and food. Salted privisions and old bread was normal amongst the horsemen, but ocasionally a fresh animal would be chaugt and prove a good fresh meal for the men. Almost imediatly after the horsemen meet the Dwarves, even before the ale, they began to exchange war stories, battle scars and legends amongst each other. Tewoth however did not accompany his men with drinking, large gatherigns were not his nieche, rather he was reading books about war, reading stratagies and looking over small maps.*


(ooc:I figure, Dwarves and my horsemen are similar and would normally talk about war stories and such.)

[Simon_the_Cyrodiil]

***OOC***
Yeah I know, ucky venisen but they are dwarves they don't mind Blummin hell Tewoth is such a party pooper I was planning on getting him drunk MWAHHAAHAHAHAHAH jk lol well..

***IC***
A few hours later Hundin was in his tent realaxing, his men were sobering up and the horsemen were all unconscious twenty eight had already choked to death on their puke "AH! Horsemen POOFS!" Hundin shouted "they only had a barrel between all of them..." Ok I am gonna be serious this time...

A few hours later Hundin was in his tent realaxing, his men were sobering up and the moon was starting to go east to settle. "OK MEN BED TIME!" Hundin shouted to his men and they all scurried into tents for a good nights sleep....

***OOC***
Well YB it is up to you wether something or someone attacks or not... And yeah I assume they ar quite similar but the dwarves are smaller but more resilient...

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(ooc: Alcohol effects on a more weight/size ratio, than a resiliance ratio. And make youre spam IC posts clearly apart from youre real IC post.)
ic:
*A couple mroe hours passed, it was midnight if there ever was one, the moon was high in the sky, a cold breeze blew in the plains. The camp was silent, all had drank to thier content. The horsemen stumbled into thier tents and layed down. Tewoth had left his tent and stayed by the fire as his men stumbled in, Tewoth got up in the night and walked around to make sure his men were accounted for.*
"Three there, four in that tent, seven in those...."*he said, counting out loud.*
"That leaves one.... wait, i am the last."*he said to himself, he then went into the tent where he kept his personal belongings, aside from a saddle, a few small books, a small pouch of tobacco leaf, and other various supplies, there was a thick pelt jacket, which he took and put on, then walked outside again.*
"A cold night, colder than normal..."*he said to himself, the normally alert guards were gathered around the fire, talking amongst themselves, they were more sober than the other horsemen, but not completely sober. Tewoth wandered around his camp, his pipe clenched in his teeth, he continued wandering for about a half hour, by now his men were mostly asleep, then he looked to the north east. Something unusual chaugt his eyes.*
"Men, men, awake."*he said, shaking the guards by the fire.*
"There, to the north east, what is it ?"*he said, wanting others to confrim there was something there.*
"Loohksh like a co... cloud."*said one of the more intoxicated guards.*
"Even for a drunk you must realize, clouds dont move that fast."*said Tewoth. The guards stared at the cloud, it was a long distance away and no details could be seen, apart from its size and its speed.*
"Wake the men, tell them to ready thier weapons."*said Tewoth.*
"Wait, what are you going to do ?"*asked a guard.*
"See if the Dwarves are sobre enough to defend themselves."*Tewoth replied. Tewoth then ran as quickly as he could into the Dwarven camp, leaping over empty barrels as he ran.*
"Hundin, something comes, where are you ?"*he said.*

[Simon_the_Cyrodiil]

Suddenly a tent flap swung open next to Tewoth "Whats all this noise about?!" he asked and then was quickly answered by Tewoth. "Well then I am ready and I am sure most of my men will be," Hundin took a deep breath in "GET UP DWARVES, ENEMIES ON THE HORIZON!" A few seconds later tent flaps burst open all over the camp and dwarves popped out of them "WELL DON'T GET UP HERE, GET READY!" Then the dwarves quickly dived back into their tents and a few minutes later they began to come out again.

By now the 'clud' was getting closer and both camps were almost all aroused. "Well horseman, what are they," he paused "or is it?"

The dwarves were almost finished getting ready and the final ones that liekd to dress heavy were strapping on the last of their plate armour...


***OOC***
Sorry about playing your character that tiny bit YB... some people are touchy about that...and even though I wrote after I asked answer the question, some peopel have got confused in the past.. not saying that you are dull ;D lol