by Saxious on Sat Aug 01, 2009 4:37 am
(I apologize for my disappearance, the internet went off in the area I live in, and I hope this RP isn't dead)
Malus waited till the sun had sunk beneath the horizon, then he gave the signal for the attack, and the orcs charged over the field, six orcs were carrying a ram, which was actually just a felled tree, and a steady rain of fire arrows were shot at the settlement, flying over the walls and into the settlement.
"Forward! I command you all to move forward, ignore the damn arrows those weak humans are sending at you, there is only one way, and that's forward!" Malus called loudly, whipping the orcs into a blood thirsty frenzy where they charged madly towards the walls, completely ignoring the many arrows that pierced into their skin, and they began to hit the gate with their axes, maces, swords, some even went so far to pick up other orcs and tried to throw them over the wall, but it only resulted with more dead orcs laying at the foot of the wall.
There was no silence that night, everything was deafened by the war cries of the orcs, commanders calling orders to their soldiers, and the banging against the gates of the human outpost.
By what Malus could judge, it would take some time for the orcs to break through the gate, but it didn't matter for him, the orcs were shooting down the human guards at the walls, and there could be seen fire from behind the walls, and the screaming of humans. Malus smiled widely, this certainly was boding well for him.
The sound of the gate breaking cut through all the noises, and quickly after that the sound of the orcs roaring was so loud that it could have been heard from miles away.
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Grup was mad now...he had been consumed by blood lust, and now that the gates were broken he, along with so many other orcs were pushing to get through the hole and into the human encampment, where they could see tents burning, dead corpses, battle ready soldiers, and not to forget a rain of arrows that flew towards them...it was beautiful to him.
Charging forward ignoring the stinging pain from three arrows in his stomach he charged into a human squad, his weight caused their ranks to fall apart, and soon after him came other orcs that began to cut the humans apart. one human squad down, another thousand to go! he thought as he got back onto his feet and began to swing his weapon around him, chopping off limps and causing deep wounds n the humans that his blades touched.
After that squad, Grup and a dozen other orcs ran towards a second squad, but these were ready for them, so Grup got a deep stab in his left shoulder and a shield bashed into his face, causing a tooth to fly through the air and his heavy body to fall down on the ground. Did he roar in pain? Oh no, he laughed. He hadn't this much fun in years and now he had a chance to have some real fun with these humans.