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"Well... I'm a Stalker serving the Daemon army, and my job permits me to travel in order to kill off any remnant of rebellion as I see fit. I haven't taken a soul in days, but you and your Orcs smell of blood, which only means that you were able to find life and and leave death. It would hurt to follow you and your brutes. Hell, it might make the hard part of my job easy. My name is Nilhithion, and I'll be more than glad to join you."

Malus smiled, "Seems like we'll both benefit from this...allegiance. I am Malus, leader of these brutes," Malus answered, and bowed slightly, "Now...Shall we find those maggots who has dared to stand against our might, and make them suffer?" Malus asked darkly, smiling slightly at the thought of tormenting someone who would scream out loud.

Nodding to some of the orcs, they roared for the others to get ready, Malus mounted onto his horse, "If you don't feel motivated enough to run, feel free to take an orc as a mount, I'm sure that they would be able to carry some extra loan to proof how strong they are," Malus said, the last part a bit louder so the orcs around them would hear it, and perhaps resist less if Nilhithion told them to carry him.

Malus didn't know if a Daemon weighed more than what they appeared to be...but should he care? Nope...it was the orc's backs who would be ruined not his nor his valuable horse.
"Hyar!" he said, kicking the horse in its sides to make it run faster, with the orcs right behind it.


After a little while of traveling, Malus saw that they were getting closer to where the attacked camp was, and ordered a scouting group to go ahead and see if anyone was still alive.

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Grup and about ten other orcs ran ahead of the main group, towards the attacked orc encampment.
Coming to the top of the hill they could see the corpses of the killed orcs, and some of the tents that had been touched by the torch...or had burned down to another reason, but Grup didn't care...should he?

Coming down into the outer part of the camp, they checked the dead orcs. They seemed to have been killed by rather skillful attackers, the blows had hit most of the orcs in their vital organs, near their throats, and others had broken bones, which was meant that the attackers had been physically strong to break the bones of orcs...strong humans and an average dwarf could only do such a thing.

Grunting, Grup led the orcs deeper into the encampment, their melee weapons ready to battle anyone.

Sound of battle was heard nearby, Grup and the others smiled, and then sneaked their way towards the battle, and as they came to the scene, they remained hidden, so they could see how the battle was going and between who it was. They could see that the elf killed about six orcs without even breaking a sweat, and after having killed the last one it turned to someone else.
Bein' overconfident, eh, elf? Grup thought and then nodded to one orc that it was to go back and sound the horn when he heard that Grup gave the signal, and the others, including Grup, got their bows ready, waited about five or six minutes.

Stepping out of their hideout, Grup bellowed, "Waaaaaaaagh!" and then loosened his arrow at the elf and the other person, the other orcs did likewise, and about nine arrows flew towards the elf and the other person.
Dropping their bows, and drawing their weapons, the orcs charged towards the elf, and only seconds after their charge was the horn heard loudly...and it was answered a few moments later...reinforcements was on its way

(trying to create some interaction between the good and evil, also, Fatalfrost, feel free to kill some orcs and wound Grup, it might take some time before the entire army comes for his help .)

"How are you still alive?," Tuinken asked Fatost, "You died during the war... I saw it!"
"No I did not die," Fatost answered, "I was taken prisoner by the orcs. They tried getting me to tell them all the secrets of our proud race, but i would not give in."
"How did you get free?"
"One night i told an orc i needed to empty my bladder so he untied my hands, I killed him instantly and ran for my life. I have been living the life of a lowly peasent since. This," Fatost said waving a hand toward the house, "Is mine and my families house."
"You married a human?"
"Yes, I loved her very much. We have a child, named Scarlet, but she ran off when the orcs arrived. I hope she is safe."
"She is about a mile into the woods she will be fine. If anything happens to you I swear I shall protect her with my life."
"Thank you old frie..." Fatost never finished what he was saying, for suddenly the bellow of a great orc was heard. "Waaaaaaaaagh!"
Turning to face the sound, Tsuinken barely had time to jump back and avoid the deadly hail of arrows, Fatost had not been so lucky. He had been struck by about 5 arrows, each hitting a vital organ. I shall avenge you friend Tsuinken thought while drawing both of his deadly blades.
Another hail of arrows flew at him as he charged, cutting and blocking each with a swipe of his swords he continued on. In seconds he had crossed the distance to the orcs and slid on his legs, slashing with his blades and cutting off one leg on two orcs. jumping up he did a backflip, landing between the two fallen orcs, and stabbed down on each ones face killing them instantly. Pulling his two blades free he prepared for the other orcs. Slicing them down one by one and blocking each attack was easy for him, although one orc did manage to scratch him. The orcs may be strong but that was their weakness, they were slow. Finally there was only one orc left, and he appeared to be the leader.
"What is your name orc?," Tsuinken asked him, "So I may know who deserves my revenge."

((I'll let you take care of thee battle between Tsuinken and Grup, Saxious. Just remember Tsuinken using acrobatic movements while in combat and is very fluid. You can wound him all you want just make sure nothing is fatal))

Obviously she wasn’t the only one with money as a high motivator. Whether that was good or bad remained to be seen. Though he seemed to be an honest enough man; that also made her wonder. Bounty hunters were not honest people—they just shouldn’t be. That was almost like an unspoken ruling. And here was this man, Cimeies, as he called himself being less then what Fior would have normally expected.

“Like wise…” She muttered faintly. “I hope you can walk far enough,” Fior added looking him over. The amount of clothing he wore looked like it may slow him down. Though Cimeies seemed to be full of surprises.

Fior walked back toward the direction from which she knew she had came. She made care not to leave too much of a trail. Knowing that another group might be coming, who could guess what might be in there ranks. Given her luck it would be someone able to track. Passing the the clearing into the bluff once more, she felt much more at home.

(okay, understood Fatal)

Grup blinked a few times. He had never battled elves before, so he wasn't used to see orcs being killed that fast, but as he began to realize that his warriors had been killed so quickly, rage began to boil beneath him.

"I kill you, elf" Grup said, almost spitting the last word out, "I be Grup! And your head be my new drinkin' cup!" Grup called and then charged at Tuinken, both weapons ready to strike the elf down, but the elf stepped aside the attack, and stabbed Grup in his stomach.
Taking a few more steps, Grup turned around, bellowed another war cry and the charged at Tuinken, the same way he had done before, but this time, as Tuinken side stepped the attack, and was about to stab Grup again, Grup abruptly stopped and with the flat side of his axe he slammed it into Tuinken's chest, sending him flying backward.

"Ha! Who be stupid now? Stupid," Grup mocked and then walked towards Tuinken, raising his sword to stab. Just as he stabbed down at Tuinken, he rolled away, throwing dirt into Grup's eyes. Roaring with anger, Grup backed away, dropping his axe and used his free hand to get the dirt out of his eyes.
"I gill you! I gill you!" He roared after the elf.

Just as his sight returned, he managed to swing his sword, blocking a fatal attack at his heart, then he stepped forward, using his heavy body weight to push Tuinken away again.
Stepping back so there could be some space between the two fighters, Grup waited for Tuinken to do his next move.

Tuinken got back onto his feet, catching his breath and then readied for another fight. It appeared that Grup wasn't as brainless as the other orcs...no Grup was brainless, just by looking at his brutish tactics, he was cunning instead and he was adaptive to his opponents strategies.

Loosening his patience, Grup charged at Tuinken, since he only had his sword in his hand, he tried to stab out after Tuinken, but he jump aside and then stepped in behind Grup, bringing his sword down and created a long wound from Grup's left shoulder all the way down his back to his right side of his hips.
Screaming in pain, Grup spun around while swinging his sword, but Tuinken must have been expecting the attack and jumped over the blade and while he was in the air he kicked Grup in his throat, causing him to cough for air, while Tuinken elegantly did a back flip and landed on both feet, with the grace of a cat.

Coughing for air, and having a boiling rage underneath his skin, Grup got ready to fight against Tuinken again, but before he could charge at him, he heard a horn behind him, and from a small hill top there was a figure on a horse, faintly calling, Charge!, and then behind him came a small wave of orcs running down the hill.
Smiling evilly at Tuinken, Grup said, "Mine boss be here...now you die elf!" Grup laughed, and then stood still, wanting to pull out time so the other orcs could come down and defeat the elf.

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Malus had heard the horn and ordered the entire company to pick up the pace, and after a few minutes of harsh running and riding, Malus came to a small hilltop where he could see a single orc battling against an elf.
"He's rather bold to fight alone...or simply too dump to know he's no match for an elf," Malus said, then he drew his sword and yelled, "Charge!", and the orcs behind him seemed to have their energy renewed and then charged in full speed down the hill towards the elf and Grup.

"I hope they won't ruin the fair skinned elf's face too much...I would like to skin off his face and use it as a mask for a mask ball," Malus thought, and then smiled evilly as he saw the orcs got closer and closer to the two people.

(That was rather elegantly written if i do say so myself, although i now seem to be in a bit of a spot lol. *Cough* It'd be great if someone could come to my aid *Cough*)

Looking behind his enemy, the orc, Grup, Tsuinken saw that he was in a jam, running toward him down the hill were over one hundred orcs.
"I can handle the lone band or two myself, but an entire orc army may be pushing it a bit" He thought to himself, trying to decide whether to flee or fight. If he stayed he'd surely be captured at the least, but if he ran any orcs mounted could easily catch him, even with his elven speed. "Better to die fighting with valor than to fall a coward running" He thought charging right back at the great horde.

Watching as Fior left the camp a sinister smile came across him face. Looking around silently he eyes took note of every detail, mainly on the hill the Orcs would be rushing back over in soon time. Walking over to the corpse of the dead elite that Fior had killed he stair upon it. The Orc was not nearly as wounded as the others and its blood would work well for what he had in mind. Pulling a dagger from its sheath his smile grew wider as he brought it down onto the Orc’s body. Forcing the blade inwards he dragged it downwards along the Orc’s stomach. Pulling out the intestines of the beast he quickly took his dagger to them, cutting them out with no great care and then tossing them to the side.

Shoving his bare, blood soaked, hands into the cavity created he let his hands begin to soak. “tödlich…” He whispered. “zum Tod führen…” He whispered. “mit tödlichem Gift.” Suddenly a force of dark magic over took his hands and the blood around them formed into spheres. Pulling his hands from the corpse he stood, looking around the camp one last time. “Todestrakt.” With his final word the two spheres of blood and every drop of blood on his shot from his body and covered the surrounding area in a spray of blood. As a dark aura settled over the area he wasted no time leaving the camp site, sheathing his dagger, and following in the direction Fior has walked off in.

Walking the small remainder of the walk through the wasteland he stared at the last remaining dead trees that marked the border. With his finger tips spread and pointed out he concentrated on the last small auras of dark energy in the dead earth. Coming from the ground he walked on and the trees he pass small auras trailed behind in dark cloud like shapes as the formed together on their approach towards him. Touching him clothing the dark clouds went right through and into him, giving him energy once more. Stepping out on the bluff he quickly came to a halt as he realized a steep drop was before him. Looking to his right he saw nothing but more wastelands and the bluff running along them. Looking to his left he saw the same thing, except the Fior was only a couple of meters from where he stood.

Alert of his surrounding his gaze was cast on Fior, than to the bluff a few inches ahead. Taking the one small step to be on the very edge his head fell right down and sized the fall. Whistling he started at a loud and ended in a faint almost un-hearable one, than toped it off with a splat. “So how do we get down from here Fior?” He asked, his head still staring right down the cliffs edge.

"Father, this is tomfoolery!" Zalyncrack said in outrage with of dispute. He eyed his father and his father eyed him back; Zalyn got slighty indimitaded. "Your going. You have the potential, you have the talent. Your arcane pulse pumps yet you don't do anything about it. Your greater than me son." Zalyn knew this matter wasn't up for debate and peered down at the stone floor. "You can't compesate talent, son." His father said wide-eyed. Zalyncrack clenched his thighs tight and started blinking his eyes were retreated to his brain hiding his pupils from view. He clenched tighter and his vein running from his mouth down his neck faded into a dark purple; his back hunched and his pupils were again, were they should be; except, they were a dark red.

"Are you ready, can we commence Zal? Apparently we're arriving without notice. There should be orcs there, so watch out. I'm glad you're actually doing something with your life." Greg Joston still looked at his son witout an encouraging smile, but he looked at his son emotionlessly and firmly. "I'm a cleric. I heal; don't expect body conts on me father." Zalyn said this as a joke and he tried to fight down a smirk, his father was staring at him with all seriousness not at all amused. "I'm ready." Zalyn said as he nodded. His father also nodded, except he nodded in acceptance. Greg pulled out a cloth sack from his pelt and opened it. He pulled out a sprinkle of bluedust. He clenched his palm into a fist for about five seconds, he re-opened his palm and spoke well-chosen elven words. "Aiesh'Vun hel uctai." As he was reciting the spell of teleportation he was shaping an orb with both his hands.

Old greg's heart rate was doubling in the second. Zalyn looked up at the ceiling deep in thought not surprised by this average teleportation practice. His father had a blue orb in his hand and looked up at his son, with another nod of reassurance he squeezed the orb, he popped it tearing into reality, a portal had opened, it's destination was the camp in which the orcs had invaded. Greg said his final words to his son and Zalyn stepped into the portal.

The portal was a dark, dark purple colour with a black outline, tearing into reality replacing air with a space-time portal. Purple liquid was pushing rushing through Zalyn's face and his body was swirling into three sixties. In the camp in which the orcs had once before invaded was now inhabitated by the most acclaimed cleric in the Akvatosh region. Zalyncrack saw the camp as a hostel for peasants and sneered at it's quality. Behind a certain tent that was smeered in blood was a dead orc. Sniffing the trace of magic, he examined the orc. He saw it ripped apart, it's intenstines oozing out of it's stomach, but it wasn't that that disturbed him but that it had been tampered. Dark magic was used and the key ingreduent for alot of dark spells was orc blood.

"There's something magical brewing in these lands; good or bad."

(( Can someone please come to the camp and add me to the party.. I guess i'm late. I'm a human so prefferably some good characters could come and help me. ))

Grup smiled, "What you do now, little elf?" he mocked and then stepped forward threateningly. He was grinning the kind of smile a predator would give to its prey, before killing it.
The orcs were coming closer to them, and even if the elf would run, he would find the orcs right at his heels, and tracking him for days and days...even elves had their limits, that Grup was sure of.

There was heard a horn in the distance, followed by a battle cry, "For the Empire!", and then a small rain of arrows fell through the skies, down onto the oncoming orcs, only moments after the volley of arrows, armored humans appeared out of the still standing forest and charged against the oncoming orcs, catching them by surprise.

Grup turned around, being surprised by the sudden attack, he completely forgot that Tsuinken was there, and then lifted his sword, "WAAAAAAAGH!" he bellowed and then charged towards the attacking humans.

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Malus was stunned by the sudden attack of the humans. He surely hadn't predicted that they had patrols this far inside his allies lands...or were they now loosening lands? The war was ever changing, so it wouldn't be much of a surprise if that was the case.
"Reform your ranks, do not let the humans gain more ground, push them back, do not let your ranks dissolve, stand fast!" he called out to the orcs, but they didn't understand a anything he ordered, except for 'push them back,' so they retailiated against the humans.

Malus rode down to join the battle, drawing his sword, he rode into the attack humans, swinging his sword into the heads, making many of them fly through the air, and even more blood soaked his dark armor.
"Attack their right flanks!" He called out to the orcs, but just as his logic told him, they didn't understand him, so he pointed instead at the weaker point of the human formation, and the orcs began to press harder there, quickly breaking through, getting around their formation and began to cut them down from two sides.

Turning to see what had happened to the orc, Grup, and his opponent, he saw a group of humans trying to get the elf to safety. Damn it...this is just a distraction! Malus thought, and then threw out a terrible curse, "I want a human alive! You hear me? Alive!" he yelled to the orcs.

((Fatal, I suggest that you go with the humans, meet up with Kurapika, and from there, we can try to do a common plot))

( Yeah... umm as sooner as you guys can come to me then the sooner we can have an epic battle. I'm loving this RP guys. Great writers at every turn. )

(Yeah...maybe we could do a siege like scene if Fatal comes over to you, that would be pretty epic )

A horn had sounded in the distance followed by the cry "For the Empire!" As Tsuinken spun about he was surprised but also relieved. He would not die here today, of that he was sure. He changed his course of direction so that he was running toward the humans coming to rescue him. In minutes he had met with them and arrived at their front lines. "Where is your commanding officer?" He asked a soldier that looked as if he should still be in diapers, as most of these humans would be considered children by his standards.
"At the back, on the gray mare." The soldier said pointing toward a man in gold trimmed silver armor behind the ranks.
Running to him Tsuinken presented himself and asked if he could be of assistance.
"We don't need your likes, damn elf, we humans can handle this on our own. If you follow our trail you'll reach a human city. We take refugees such as you there." The Commander said.
"I will continue on then, thank you." Tsuinken said walking down the path, although he had no intention of leaving. Walking into the forest and climbing a tree so he had a good view Tsuinken sat and waited for his chance to prove to that human, the commander, that he did need the help of the other races, that the humans could not win the war on their own.
He was soon rewarded with his chance. The orcs were attacking the humans weak right flank and the humans would soon fall, luckily he was in a tree on that side of the battlefield. jumping through the air and drawing both deadly blades he joined the fray. Moving so swiftly the human could not possibly have seen it, he dealt death to all orcs in his path, lopping heads and disembowelling torso's. Soon a pile of orcs developed around him and few dared venture close enough to attack him themselves. Stopping the deadly dance he stood at the ready, waiting as the humans reformed their ranks. Then he spotted why the orcs were fighting so efficiantly, they were being led by a dark elf! As he watched the elf he saw him get into the battle himself, slicing the heads off multiple humans in one blow. I must stop him if the humans are to stand a chance Tsuinken thought to himself.
jumping to where the dark elf was standing he prepared for a fight like he had never had before.

(I figured since both of us are elves it would be nice to have a battle, Kinda like a rivalry between the two characters. Also I figured we would be about an even match so neither will get hurt to bad. I plan to escape with the humans when they leave the battlefield but thought it would be fun to have a fight with Malus as i dont wanna leave the fighting just yet )

When Malus had suggested that Nilhithion mount one of the orcs, he nearly cringed. The orcs were huge and could run for days, but to mount them, that was an entirely different subject. Besides, the orcs might have had bad blood with him for causing the death of one of their one. Luckily for Nilhithion, he wasn't a human, or he wouldn't able to keep up in the slightest. He lingered in the back, which he found to be a far more worse place than hell as the odor of the army reeked toward him. The sounding of an orcish horn was heard up ahead, so there was the opportunity for battle. His mind wasn't set on fighting though, he would rather observe the ones he would be accompanying. He thought all was easy for Malus after Malus sounded his horn on a single elf, but he soon realized that this battle was far from over when he heard a horn sound off. A storm of arrows rained down on the orcs, but that didn't really seem to phase the ones that charged.

They look like humans... They are humans, and most of all... They are a resistance. It seems that I won't be just watching after all.

Nilhithion stormed toward the the army like a dark shadow while taking out his fanned shuriken. He fanned out his weapon, planning to use precisely use it this time. His cloak made the enemy wonder who or what he was. He wasn't expected after all, and his back cloak gave him an ominous presence. He was approaching toward the enemy's left flank, only because he didn't like too many allies beside him. The orcs were doing decent on enemy's right, but they seemed halted a bit. Without letting another moment pass as his foot stepped on the battlefield, he threw his weapon toward the enemy. His weapon found itself tearing and breaking through the flesh and bone of several young soldiers who were unfamiliar with his foreign weapon. His Halberd was held tightly in his other hand. Many would be surprised at how fast he was moving with such a weapon, and some would see it as an impossible weapon to use in battle. Nilhithion slayed any human that his eyes locked on, while he caught and occasionally threw his shuriken that always found its way back to him.

I can't believe these orcs found a battle this good, and only a few minutes after joining them.

Fior stepped gingerly, stopping every few feet to listen to all that was going on around her. The wind howled in the distance. What had once been the trunks of age old trees groaned and creaked in the dry water starved soil. In the distance, Fior heard the low hum of a voice…Probably Cimeies babbling off about something from behind…

So continued the pattern of: step, step, step, pause...Step, step, step, pause. This took her all the way to the line of trees making up the boarder…the boarder of the flat land of which she stood upon. The ground sharply dropped off. This drop off looked to span in both directions for at the least a few leagues.

Fior noticed something just then…There was not a sound of steps behind her. Looking over her shoulder, Cimeies was just breaking through the wall of blackened trees.

“Slow enough?” She asked faintly. Her grey eyes swept over the gaping air before them. Fior sighed. “We can’t go up, and going around could take days—longer then it took you to track the Orcs…” It was easy to see that she was thinking intently as she spoke. Leaning over slightly to peer over the edge Fior added, “We go down.”

(alright lets do it. sorry for the waiting Kurapika, try to endure it)

Malus turned, seeing his cousin elven kind, he smiled evilly and walked towards Tsuinken, with his blade drawn and in front of him, in a manner that rapier duelists would hold their swords, and in his other hand he had his dagger held backwards, the blade pointing elegantly along his ulna bone.

"So...what are you doing here? I'm pretty sure that such a cruel place, like this battle field isn't a place for noble, light skinned elves, like yourself," Malus mocked, smiling wickedly at Tsuinken, "I think it would be best, for your own well-being, that you started to run."

Malus then took a step forward, stabbing his sword out for Tsuinken's torso, aiming for his shoulder Kurapika, whether or not he would have had a successful attack, he still pulled his sword back, swung it over his head and struck after Tsuinken's side, wanting to bury the edge of his sword into his rip cage.

Taking a good long hard look over the cliff’s edge he knew that it would only take one mistake and he or Fior would fall to their death. “Down as in climbing?” He asked with a slight hint of worry. Looking to his right than left again he saw again how long the bluff ran along for leagues. “I guess it’s the only reasonable way…” He said with a gulp as he brought himself to the ground to sit. “… One slip and we’re dead.” Kicking his legs back and forth like a youngster would he stared down the cliff face.

Tsuinken saw the stab for what it was, a feint, he jumped back just in time to avoid the deadly edge of the dark elf's blade. Charging back in he taunted the dark skinned elf right back "I would worry more about myself, cousin" He spat the word out as though it had a foul taste.
Slicing once with his left then once with his right blade he advanced on the other elf. Each time he tried to attack the other elf blocked it easily, as did Tsuinken the others blows. Deciding they were an even match, Tsuinken knew he had to run before the orcs overwhelmed the humans.
"We will meet again, and I will kill you...," Tsuinken paused looking for a name.
"Malus," Said the dark elf awarding Tsuinken with his name, "And it will be you who lies dead in the dirt, not me."
Wheeling around Tsuinken ran back toward the human front lines, searching for the commanding officer. He found him at the back exactly where he had been before, yelling orders and not realizing how hard to achieve his orders were.
"Sir," Tsuinken addressed him formally, "You must call a retreat now or the orcs will overwhelm us! They are being led by a powerful dark elf who will stop at nothing to kill us all. I suggest we fall back to one of your cities that we can easily defend, so their forces do not overwhelm us."
"I was about to sound that order before you came storming over here!" The commander yelled at him while pointing to a man some ten feet away. That man pulled a horn up and sounded it 5 times, the human sign for retreat. At once the whole army disengaged from the orcs and started retreating, Tsuinken ran keeping pace with the captain on his horse easily. After running for near two hours they finally reached the outpost of Inode.
"Rest here men for tomorrow we head back to Ballardir. You may accompany us elf" The commander said pointing at Tsuinken.
"Thank you I'm one of the best fighters the elves have, reached captain by the age of 107, something unheard of before I did it." Tsuinken replied trying to show how these humans did not know as much as they thought.
"Yeah yeah now get to sleep you elven bastard," The commander said rudely, "We leave at first light."

(Kurapika I suggest you get to that outpost within the rest of the day and night. That way you can travel with me and such to where we are meeting. It'll be interesting to see someone of Zalyncrack's character trying to travel with one of Tsuinken's)

On her left arm and half-sized bit of rope held a bit of green fabric there in a makeshift gauntlet. Fior untied it looking up every few seconds or so back to Cimeies sitting upon the edge of the land. "Yes, down as in climbing," Her mouth twisted into a small grin. "Why? Scared?"

The cloth fell free from the cord. Taking one moment to tie the free green bit of fabric around her neck for lack of any other place to put it, Fior then tied one end of the cord to her belt. "Uh-huh, and that is why I am giving you this, so that if one of us falls there is a slim chance of getting caught...Or we both die." She held out the other end of the rope. "If you fall, that will most likely happen." Sizing him up now, Fior was guessing that he weighed quite a bit more then she did.

Nilhition tried killing as many fleeing humans as he could after hearing the sound of a horn being blown five times. He fought against humans long enough to know it was the sign of retreat. The orcs seemed to do the same, but it was probably just instinct. After killing any human around him, Nilhithion decided to make his way to Malus for further instruction. It seemed that everyone had their own taste of battle, and it was sweet.

Bloodstained armor, lifeless bodies on the battleground, and the feeling of your heart racing with excitement. This was what Nilhithion had been waiting for, no, been looking for. He approached Malus with both of his weapons wielded.

"What is our next move, Lord Malus." Nilhithion asked respectfully. Malus had not only gained his trust, but his respect as a superior.

"Where are these fools?" Zalyn shouted impatiently. The camp had been invaded only a few hours ago yet there was no-one there. Zalyn sniggered; and laughed in confusion, where could they be? Zalyn tried to track the arcane magical rhythm of the area; he couldn't detect much, he figured that the orcs would be using melee as their offence. Their had to be a camp or an outpost of some sort nearby, so Zalyncrack ventured through the divine forests without any sense of direction. He passed a few hunters who thought almost too fondly of themselves, they weren't as egotistical as Zalyn but atleast Zalyn had great talent.

He raised his spellbound helmet and waved his long blonde hair. His upper lip curled into a smirk. " Ak mal esh aevan tryaldor." The old tongue through out of his mouth. Purple celss swirled around Zalyn's torso; they were arcane cells provided by the ancients; more and more cells grouped together and swirled faster around and around until there was no egotistical man to swirl around. Zalyn's foot hit the marble of the all-too-familiar castle. A sudden flush of nausea flew over Zalyn, teleportation with just old tongue was shady but he need information. He has teleported to his castle in which he grew up in.

He eyed one of his fathers servants' chest and gave her a rather vulgar look; scared of the reaction Zalyn looked away and stared at a painting of esven and his staff. He peered back at the lady, she was blushing and Zalyn was pleased, his eyes glinted handsomely. He snapped back to reality and went over to his father's private quaters, his father was there reading a rather large scroll of parchment. "Father." Zalyncrack said smoothly. His father looked up confused.
"What are you doing here? You've been gone four hours; i'm ashamed in you." Greg, Zalyn's father exclaimed disappointingly.
" I do not wish to stay here long, but only to retrieve information. Where have the Orcs gone and were are the humans?" Said Zalyn upset with his father giving him false information. "Ahh. I see; there's a human outpost here south of Cloritence. Ask around for Ewwan and tell him you're Greg's son. He'll have you off and away in no time." Greg said still not giving Zalyn a sufficient amount of information. "Aeioon Ect Un'draiven." Zalyn was off to decide his fate.

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The outpost was small and quite empty Zalyn thought. Most of which populated the outpost were human but there was a few stand outs. Zalyn gave the Elf a disapproving look. He saw what seemed to be novice soldier and went over to him carrying his ego-coated swagga. "Ewwan?" Zalyn asked. The rookie's eyes lit up, and he pointed at the biggest tent there. Still containing his intimadating walk, Zalyn crept up to the tent and opened the flap. There was a man of about sixty wearing glasses reading a map. Zalyn cleered his throat. "Hello Ewwan, I'm Zalyncrack son of Greg Joston of Akatosh." Ewwan's mouth gaped open. His eyes widening.
"Merlin's beard, Zalyncrack Joston. The man of the minute. Your father.. He's a great man that one. The expedition of the Dwarven mines was just amazing. Look, I don't have any positions available as such but ask around and i'm sure you'll be able to find someone. With the greatest human priest around, no one will get hurt." Zalyn nodded and turned away opening the flap of the tent; as soon as the sun hit his blue eyes Ewwan spoke. "Don't cease to impress me." Zalyn smiled and carried on.

Although, we wasnt fond of elves there wasn't anyone particularly appealing, they all seemed like rookies. He gloated up the elf. "I'm Zalyncrack, the best cleric that ever stepped on this region. I can aid you; restore health, repair armour. My hands but indulge in damaging orc flesh. Were do we head?"

(Is that okay fatal frost? I'm not a complete tool in real life by the way. )

Malus looked at Nilhition, "We follow the fools. They will lead us to their base, and I'll see to it that their base will become nothing more but ashes after we have torched their homes," Malus replied, and then mounted his horse, "Follow the,but keep a distance. We don't want to kill them all now."

Te orcs then began to follow the humans, with Malus leading the way. A few orcs had been send away to cut down a smaller tree which he planned was going to be used as a ram, if the humans had been clever and had built a wall and a gate.
Malus knew that since he had orc raiders with him, most of them were going to have arrows with them, so if they tied drys grass and leaved to their arrows they would have flame arrows, which could put houses on fire.

When the camp came into sight, Malus ordered the orcs to make camp away from the human outpost. He didn't want to engage battle so soon...he had better plans. A night attack was usually in the favor of the attackers.
"Nilhition, we're going to attack during the night...and since your a demon...I could make use of your powers. You see...You look like a human, and if we made the correct scene the humans would mistake you for a human as well. So I propose that some of the orcs will chase you to the gate, you get saved by the humans, and then, when night falls, you give them a little surprise, send us a signal, and then we'll have their base burning in a matter of hours."

Malus was sure that it would work, he was mostly concerned about how the humans would treat Nilhition, and if their priests would discover Nilhition's demonic aura.