10 minutes earlier, looking behind him, from where the presenter's voice had come from, Aiden recognized the lodges of the Houses. These were more spacious, with real leather seats that looked comfortable. Massive braziers half encompassing each of the fourteen alabaster columns light up the lower levels of the circular throne and coat everything in an orange glimmer. The intricately carved woodwork hanging from the domed ceiling dances in the flickering light while carved images and statuettes look down upon the granite floor of this elegant hall.
A lilac rug runs in a circle around the room, with two paths at the throne and the main entrance while matching banners with gilded ridges swing gently from the walls. Between each banner hangs a small luster, they've all been lit and in turn illuminate the depictions of late heroes below them.
They were also sheltered from bad weather by a carved granite roof. The largest imperial lodge in the middle was occupied by several thrones aligned, A radiant throne of molten steel sits amidst two large statues and is adjoined by six large, but far less ornate seats for those closest to the royal highness.
The throne is covered in complicated patterns and fixed on each of the wide armrests is a carved petal. The modest pillows are a light lilac and these too have been adorned with adorned sigils.
The High Prince occupied the central seat, and although this was the first time Aiden had ever met him, his reputation really precedes him in many stories about conquer and repel. Next to him he recognized Agamben, one of the high priests of the Temple of Gods. Other high ranking personalities are also present.
While Aiden watched them, he was watched in turn, and one of the imperial guards in charge of the prince's security did not like what he saw. Some of these Makhetes made him uncomfortable, something that only happened to him in the presence of a high ranking soldier, usually above Colonel ranks.
He was in charge of protecting the prince, but felt like a lion in a cage with hyenas. Agamben was closely protected by two elderly Makhetes Protectors, and if on the surface they were only there to protect the old priest, he didn't trust these fanatical brutes.
Returned to the battlefield once again…
To the great surprise of Aiden, he was not the only one to use the technique. Dimitri, who was on the back line not far from him, adopted the same profile stance as Aiden when his rifle shot sounded. A yellow aura bullet focused on the vertelixes blew away several heads left and right.
The former colonel Dimitri was perfectly calm and already well trained before the battle even began. He probably knew everything there was to know about the technomagic rifle, and yet he was there with them instead of elsewhere with the rest of the Makhetes army.
As the savages run forward ignoring their dead compatriots, battle cries are sounded left and right, igniting the bloodlust of the vertelixes…
Blood soon drips once again on the coliseum ground, as magic and swords collide here and there, a group of the biggest vertelixes runs with shields on their hand and rammed hard on the ranks of combatants and thus made them scattered around the coliseum from the impact.
Aiden watched closely as he was sent flying to another far edge of the coliseum. “For home, For Vexira!” He shouted as he brandished Phantom Dream and started to backstab and kill everything around him, ignoring his wounds here and there.
Some combatants tried to regroup again and as they gained their footing once again, Aiden jumped high among the vertelixes and used the Atelerix Slash imbued with Windsong Fury.
Atelerix slash, A seven combo consist of downward slash chained with counter upward slash continued with half swing circular slash and chained with cross slash, side step jump slash and finished with a piercing stab-dash forward or often called heart shot as the others perceived from the aim to the heart. These moves are ideal with the use of dual-dagger but Aiden only uses a single dagger here to complete the cross slash.
The Vertelix that became the target of Aiden, block the first slash with a wooden shield, but it get destroyed, next his hand is decapitated by the upward slash, as many vertelixes saw that, they swarmed him which is bad as they receive the half circular swing slash as he sidestepped and do a jump slash. Aiden turned his head and saw a strong muscular Vertelix came strong on him and then he targeted him for the final heart shot which precisely aimed at the heart and killed the muscular vertelix on the spot.
Windsong Fury is a skill to raise the dexterity and agility of the user to 300% for 3 minutes, as the effect is ended, it will heal the user for 10% of the damage dealt, but it will lower the Strength and Intelligence of the user for 10 minutes.
Graaaaaagh!! Woooooh!! Yaaaaaaah!!! House of Atelerix cheered loudly when they saw the flawless execution of their famed slash. They started shouting in unison Aiden’s name… “Aiden… Aiden… Aiden… Aiden… Aiden…”, The other House watches them in envy but keeps their focus on the battlefield especially on their combatants.
More and More vertelixes comes out from the gate behind their back as the combatants are reduced to 38 members. twelve of them are disfigured and dead in the ground of coliseum amidst the chaos.
A vertelix shouted “ ane'ini khaivah vue'iik , vue'i irah tsourikhe'i “ which means “ the enemies are weakening, we are courageous “ which burns the spirit of other vertelix once again.
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Meanwhile at Sylgarth’s Haventhrone.
“Why are you doing this to me… it was not my fault…” Vexira lamented. Ivhir ignoring her daughter's plea, just stripped her from her position and banished her to the Underworld and imprisoned her. Ivhir then took out Vexira’s eyes and turned one into a small marble and put it in a dungeon. She then gives the other one to her other daughter as a mark of command, to command Vexira’s followers.
“It was my father who seduced me…” Vexira cried blood from her sockets. As her power slowly washed out of her body, replacing it with a new power. birthed from hatred, anger, envy, and discontentment as the Gods, her so called father, mother, and siblings turned their backs on her.
Ivhir ordered Vexira banished from the continent. Eztess, the father turned his back on the situation, and Vexira was left to deal with her fate alone.
While pregnant, Vexira fled to the North. Deep in the middle of a dark icy forest, Vexira gave birth to the seven form of destruction, Tiamat the first Overturner, Behemoth the second Ender, Leviathan the third Diminisher, Garuda the fourth Severer, Jormungand the fifth Feaster, Djinn the six Eroder, and the last Fenrir the seventh Digester, after telling her kids about her condition and pleas, she asked them to take revenge on her behalf after they grow stronger, the kids then run and hide among the continents, inheriting the darkness and destruction power.
Vexira was left weak after the birth and unable to move, she used her power to conceal her child presence from the gods and fell asleep in exhaustion.
Later on she was caught and tortured by Ivhir’s handmaiden, Hestia -- cursing Ivhir and Eztess with each excruciating stabbing pain. “I curse you Eztess, for you will be dead feeling this pain a thousand times as my creation kills you, I curse you Ivhir, for not listening to my plea. Let darkness clouded your mind everyday till the day you fall.
Eztess was a free and uninhibited god. However, he made a very great mistake by seducing Vexira, his eldest daughter. They conducted an affair, avoiding the eyes of Ivhir, but not with Allyse until Vexira was caught sleeping in her mother’s bed. When Ivhir found out from Allyse, she became enraged.
Deep in the dark underworld, Vexira was shackled and tortured everyday until she gave up and embrace the power of darkness and death as her original power was being sealed into seven seals by Estezz as Ivhir knows, he must bear the punishment from Vexira if she ever walks back from the underworld and realize the truth of her dissolution of power.
Ivhir then erased the memories about Vexira among her followers in Sylgarth. The Sylvari then worship Allyse as their patron god.
One day, the seer came to see Ivhir as she got an impending prophecy…
My Patron Queen, the stars speak ill omen towards Sylgarth.
“The day the light fades and turns dark, one loyalty shall return, an unfortunate accident shall mark the beginning of an impending future.
There comes a day when water rises to the sky, a forbidden relationship shall cause an age of failing crops and an age of warlords.
When the day comes that the darkness rises once more, the guilty shall mark the rise of a new evil with the sign at the red moon.
Upon the day the air turns white and gray, the banished one shall bring forth an age of warlords and slayers.
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As the seer talks with Ivhir, in the underground something is happening…
Six millennia have passed since the imprisonment of Vexira.
“My power… my freedom… my people… Ivhir, Eztess, you’ve taken everything from me…“ Lament Vexira through the years in tears.
“Oh the darkness, I shall bring you my soul as long as you give me one last loyalty” For thousands of years I'll wait as I promised myself to you” Vexira says giving up after unknown times being left alone, bound, tortured and blinded.
Suddenly a mark of loyalty was drawn in the ground around Vexira. “Do you swear an oath of Loyalty, Vexira - Fallen god of Sylgarth?”
“I swear my Loyalty towards the stars for the last time,” replied Vexira.
“So be it! a Loyalty shall be given back thousand of years later”. The sound of the stars promised. “the one who bears the mark of Atelerix shall be returned to you”
And the light that illuminates the room fades away leaving the bound and blinded Vexira.
“I’ll wait..” says Vexira weakly…
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In the coliseum, the atmosphere is very intense. Amidst the chaos and cries, Aiden jumps over a plank and about to enter the mid section of his team for a small recovery time from fatigue in battle but suddenly a big red lightning bolt was struck down on him, and Aiden was thrown hard midair and fell unconscious.
Everyone stopped fighting as they became blinded by the lightning. When they regained their senses, Everyone was fearful, including the Vertelixes. They are the first ones to kneel on the ground with their heads on the soil. Followed by the combatants and the astounded Audience.
WHO DARES TO DISGRACE THE COLISEUM OF TITANS!!
Above the sky of the coliseum, one by one came the God of Titans. 6 God of Titans descended above the coliseum, and one Big Titan emerged from the soil of the coliseum.
All Seven Gods of Titan are present. The Coliseum is quaking due to the sheer power emitted from their bodies.
Duna, the god in the coliseum below, speaks first. “Brothers’ this is not a small matters, i suggest we bring the one that has been strike to our realm for inspection, besides, the matter of the gods are not supposed to be known to mere mortals below”
Aestr, the leader of the gods waves his hand and Aiden’s body vanishes from the ground, as the Gods return to their abode.
Duna then speaks to everyone in Titanoire, “Everyone stays kneel till all the gods come back.” He then flies up to God's Abode.
No one moves from their spot at that moment. all of them are kneeling with faint sounds that are heard for breathing. There is no distinction who has the higher ranks in the hierarchy when you are in front of the Gods of Titans. Everyone's the same, either you are a slave or a king. Everyone bows.
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In the God’s Abode,
Huge braziers half enclosing each of the eight onyx columns light up every part of the throne hall and engulf everything in a flickering radiance. The illustration of battles on the domed ceiling dance in the flickering light while statues look down upon the mosaic floor of this sublime hall.
A carmine rug runs from the throne to the walls and windows and is matched by smaller ones on either side of the hall while swallow tail banners with adorned borders the circular doors. Between each banner sits a small altar full of candles, almost all of them have been lit and in turn illuminate the statuettes of powerful creatures below them.
Humble, washed glass windows are bordered by drapes colored the same carmine as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with fine patterns and jewels.
The thrones is covered in sacred illustrations and fixed on each of the wide armrests is an ornate animal head. The comfortable pillows are a light carmine and these too have been adorned with burnished borders.
Duna is checking the wounds on Aiden with precision, he uses his energy to scan the whole body and find the cause. Aiden’s body is suspended mid-air in the middle of the hall.
“Gentlemen, from my side, I declare he is another outcast. Or should I say, his patron god has been banished…”
Everyone sighed hard on the spot. After a while, Aestr said.. that lightning is not from anyone then, it was the sign from the stars. Reidi, another god, then speaks. “ In this case, he is just like us, but I can sense the mark of Atelerix is not fading from him. It means he is a true loyalist to his patron god. Froed, can you communicate with the stars to know his destiny? We should help the banished god if there is a chance. shall i remind you all, the first reason we are banished to Titanoire in the first place?”
Traust then speaks, “ don’t try to prick on my wound just to save the unknown god. I've made up my mind to have him just because he bears the mark of loyalty.” Alas, I want to know who is his patron god and why he is banished.”
Froed then chanted something and an hourglass of some sort appeared and suspended in the air in front of his chest. An irregular, sanguin stream of fragments then flows around Aiden’s body as a mist emerges up above his chest. “Hmmm… his patron god is a woman, surely a beauty indeed, Oooh, her followers worshiped her so dearly… she is a good god indeed, no wonder the crazed fanaticism by this loyalist. She was banished and blinded in the deep underworld of her world by… Her Mother.” Froed voices become angrier now…
She is worthy of our help. Froed ended his words with mentioning, she pleaded to the stars and gave her loyalty to the stars, and a prophecy was given to us by the stars.
“When the day comes that the mark of the one becomes the mark of many, the two faced one shall usher forth an end to hunger and an era of honor.”
Aestr was the one who stood up first and pointed at Aiden. “Is that true Froed? Is the prophecy you spoke of, truly the words of the stars? You really mean that this man is the bearer of our lineage of followers? He is the one destined to choose the people whom we shall be worshiped again by? The one who will bear the Seven Mark to become a True Champion.”
Froed then replied, “I spoke the words of the stars, not the words of hearts”
Duna quickly asked “then why did you sound angry in your voice before?”
“One shall not easily revealed the flaws on other gods without the stars permission” Froed cut short.
Realization dawned on everyone of them, indeed jealousy is the root of the fall of gods. as they ever felt. One word that they kept in their heart, “banished” means their power is stripped and their followers' memories about them are erased.
Aestr then wakes Aiden up.
Aiden when he saw where he was, started to kneel in fright and horror. As he knows this is a trial for the wicked and cheater of the coliseum. His House ever bears the mark of shame because one of their members ever cheated in the coliseum which later was found by Duna when the mark of Atelerix fades its presence in the coliseum all of a sudden.
“Stand up, bear no ill, you are summoned here” Aestr speaks.
Aiden then stands up and salutes everyone with the signs of Atelerix. Everyone then nodded in approval.
“What is your patron god’s name?” Asked Hefnd, another god. “My excellency god name is Vexira, Milord.” Aiden replies with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Your patron god has been banished.” Hefnd said flatly. “ That is the reason why you were struck by that lightning before.”
Hearing this, Aiden just slumped on the ground. He knows what that means.
“You are her last remaining followers, since you were out of your world when the banishment happened, your memories of her are intact, but you can’t access her power since she lost it.” Froed continues, “We want to give you a chance, to save your patron god. but in return, you will spread the will of ours in your world, which means you will spread the religion of us gods of titanoire there. the seven of us. what is your decision then?”
Aiden was stunned and thinking. “Does it mean I can save my excellency god and stay loyal to her without jeopardizing my true heart? '' he asked back with respect .
“You might say like that, we will give you some benefits too,” Traust said.
“Yes, I am willing,” replied Aiden quickly. “Very well, but you have to pass another trial before that, will you still do it? probe Traust.
“All for my excellency patron.” Aiden said brimming with passion. He then checked his own status.
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Name : Aiden Dawnwhisper
Level : 100
Origin : Sylgarth
Race : Sylvari
Affiliated : - House of Atelerix
Patron God : Vexira (Banished)
Job : Equinox Hunter, Memory of the stars
Active skill : Backstab, Slipstream strike, Slice and dice, Atelerix slash,Decoy, Windsong Fury (Equipment set skill)
Passive skill : Signet’s Memory, Shadowhide, Advance Dagger Mastery, Dawn Awakening
Equipment :
Headband : Windsong of the Endless stars
Armor : Windsong of Darkness
Gloves : Windsong of Silence
Boots : Windsong of Shadows
Cloak : Windsong of Night
Rings : Fury of the Dragon, Agony of the exiled.
Necklace : Eternal Life
Earrings : Earings of Loyalty
Weapon : Phantom Dream - Heirloom of Shadow Strikes (Dagger), Moon Sigh - Executioner Of The Lasting Night (Technomagic Rifle)
Constellation : Atelerix - Shield of Loyalty
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Vexira, my god. I will fight for you. I will set everything back for you. For you once protected me.. Aiden clenched his fist and swore on his heart.
The Gods Descend once again in the air above the coliseum. Duna then speaks once again seeing nobody moves from their places. “Arise warriors of Titanoire” , suddenly, a wind of rejuvenation blows around everyone as their body becomes healed. No more wounds appeared in everyone’s body in the whole coliseum. “We thanked the gods for their blessings” everyone voiced, including the vertelixes in their own language. “Sólskin ceetas” or “thank you my sunlord” the vertelixes shouted with awe.“Brave warriors, today it's ignorant who think the cause they follow is just.It's what a lot of people think, but the ideal is not a wrong way, it's just a way we can follow, it can be a reason to live.If you die for your convictions, you will be an extremist for your enemies and a hero for your friends, but everyone will remember that you were brave and that is the most important.” said Traust.Today, we are witnessing a new dawn. a new legend. The stars have spoken. He has been chosen as the one w
The four people suddenly hold Aiden’s body and pinned him down. Aiden tried to free himself, when he heard a voice he knew. “Calm down Aiden, just listen to us first.” Hugo speaks. “Hugo, is that you? Wait, you all five are here? What happened?” Aiden was confused. “Gentlemen, let’s release him first.” Hugo says as the others release their locks on Aiden’s body. Aiden turned his body and lay down on the ground, exhausted. “Well, we all have been tricked since the beginning…” Hugo seems ashamed admitting something. Suddenly, The Minotaur came and laughed hard at Aiden. “ Let me rephrase the words, All your running is for naught, but still i enjoyed the game…” Hugo then explained that the first one who run away as he informed them that this is a game of chase and run actually the minotaur himself, as he caught the first one as he is the one in the back all alone guarding everyone, we all are so focused on the murals so our cognitive mind react when we are told to run for a game ad
Seven lean, square towers dwarf everything below them and are connected by giant, solid walls made of white marble.Stylish windows are scattered here and there around the walls in seemingly perfect symmetry, along with symmetric crenelations for archers and artillery.A huge gate with hefty wooden doors, a regular bridge and various artillery equipment guards the last stronghold along this rough shoreline and it's the only way in, at least to those unfamiliar with the castle and its surroundings.Various large houses are scattered outside the castle gates, surprisingly the rich are comfortable with living outside the gates as well. This castle looks very new, but without knowing its history it's impossible to tell if it's a newly built castle or a well kept one.Aiden was walking towards a door, this is another part of God’s Abode. His mind is empty at the moment, but his heart grows restless… he only wears a simple garment, a white shirt and brown leather pants. nothing more…Pushin
"Are you full?" Aiden clapped his hands and asked. He and Rena stopped for a while and talked about Sylgarth, Rena then extracted some knowledge about Sylgarth from Aiden’s memory with a unique magic inborn for technomagi golems, Intelligence Sharing. "I'm done, my lord," Rena said. "Let's go then, I hope to find a village or town today and find out where we are..." Aiden sighed. "Okay sir," Rena replied as she put down the fire and conceal it with some dirt to avoid wildfire since that is the first thing Aiden asked him to do when they entered the forest. … Aiden and Rena run for about 100 minutes with some breaks in between to recover their breathing... "My lord! We may be in trouble!" Suddenly Rena stopped Aiden's footsteps… "This is the dung of the Gray Warg!" After scanning and pointing at the dung on the left path behind the stones Rena explained. "So..." Aiden looked ugly. "That's right, there is half-humanoid wolf cavalry in the vicinity!" He realized that Intelligen
Ten Minutes Later, After Rena and Aiden settle the minor issues...Rena and Aiden then get out of the underground dungeon to the surface and check the surroundings.“All Clear, Dad!” Rena said.Let’s Go, asked Aiden while sheathing his dagger back.They started to walk towards the forest and keep walking, avoiding every danger along the way.…5 days later…"Damn, this is the village?" Aiden thought it was because of his eyes. But the village's condition is so bad like a heavy war just struck them flat, many buildings are broken here a
The bard speaks slowly, the story I'm about to tell you is about those who we call gods. Listen carefully lads, as this is the true story… and no elder ever remembers about this story since the beginning of the abandonment era. Only the chosen one such as myself knows the truth of the beginning era because I read the book of old days glory in our library. Long ago, in a time before thought, there was only a globe in which all creation was mixed in the whole multiverse. As there was nothing with which to compare it, the globe was big and small, dark and bright, everything and nothing. One Quadtrilenials as the time of stars begin to shine, the single globe separated into many single universes and one is our world. Over a hundred million years, the globe began to grow, and eventually, two powers slowly began to form within.<
Aiden is lost in his sleep before Rena wakes him up. “What’s up Rena?” “The village is surrounded, be prepared” Aiden quickly moves up and perks up his ears but finds that the village is quiet. He tried to smell the air outside… “This smell… this is bad, it’s Lizardmen.” Ambush!! Ambush!! The town guard screamed before he was shot down from the sentry tower. Suddenly the sound of Bell rang as the lizardmen swarmed the village. Every fighter and able bodies on their feet started to fight and repel the Lizardmens. Apparen
The bard some times later, came and woke Aiden up when he saw him under the tree after the sun set high up.“Young one, you were something else indeed last night, do you want me to continue last night's story? I am about to depart the village tomorrow, I will tell you the last part of the forbidden story of gods before I go…”Awakened from his sleep, Aiden looked back at the bard and nodded, please.. continue your story…The bard then sat under the tree and started to retold the story…Eztess was a god of destruction. When he saw the work of Ivhir, he became curious and jealous. He imitated Ivhir and created a form in his own image.Latest Chapter As Azkia's determination burned within her, she made a bold decision to confront Gilgash head-on, disregarding the overwhelming odds stacked against her. With every ounce of strength and resilience, she charged towards the Orc Lord, her eyes fixed on his enraged visage. Azkia's mind is running at full speed thinking... As I fought on, my thoughts raced amidst the chaos of battle. The toll of the prolonged and intense clash with Gilgash was becoming evident in my weary body. Fatigue crept in, slowing my movements and dulling my reflexes. I could feel the weight of exhaustion settling upon me, threatening to sap my strength. But I refused to let weariness overcome me. I had a duty to protect Stormhaven Port, and I would not allow fatigue to cloud my judgment or weaken my resolve. I reminded myself of the lives depending on me, the city relying on my unwavering determination. Each labored breath served as a reminder of the importance of the task at hand. I acknowledged the reality of The battlefield crackled with tension as Azkia faced off against Gilgash, their gazes locked in a fierce struggle. The air grew heavy with anticipation, both combatants fully aware that this was the defining moment of their clash. Azkia's eyes shimmered with determination as she tapped into the depths of her power. A surge of energy coursed through her veins, and her body glowed with an ethereal light. She raised her arms toward the heavens, calling upon the celestial forces that governed the universe. Above them, the night sky seemed to respond. Stars blazed brighter, their light intensifying until it filled the atmosphere. A cascade of twinkling luminescence rained down upon the battlefield, bathing the area in a mystical glow. It was the manifestation of Azkia's Nature Stargazer ability—the legendary rain of stars. Gilgash, initially taken aback by this display of power, recovered quickly, his determination undeterred. With a bellowing roar, he charged toward Azkia, swinging his Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Azkia locked eyes with Gilgash, a sly smile curling at the corner of her lips. She let out a mocking chuckle, her body language displaying a hint of cheekiness and wit."You call yourself an orc lord?" Azkia taunted, her voice carrying above the din of battle. "Yet here you stand, too afraid to defend your honor and tarnish the traditions of our ancestors."Gilgash's face contorted with anger and disgust at Azkia's words, his body language betraying his fury. "You know nothing of our traditions, human," he retorted, his voice venomous. "Your feeble attempts at mockery will not save you from the inevitable."Azkia's smile widened, her body language exuding confidence as she continued to goad Gilgash. "Oh, I know more than you think," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I know that real orc warriors don't cower behind their armies. They face their enemies head-on, defending their honor with every ounce of their being. In the dimly lit infirmary of Stormhaven Port, Sorisana knelt beside a wounded soldier, her gentle hands meticulously tending to his injuries. Aera stood nearby, a solemn expression etched across her face, her eyes reflecting the weight of the ongoing battle outside the walls.As the sounds of distant clashes and the echoes of war reached their ears, Aera turned to Sorisana, her voice tinged with sadness and weariness. "It seems the city is being tested to its limits," she sighed, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "These brave warriors fighting for their home deserve our utmost admiration."Sorisana glanced up from her task, her gaze meeting Aera's, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Indeed," she replied softly, her voice carrying a melancholic undertone. "The suffering and sacrifice that accompany war are heavy burdens to bear. It pains me to see so many lives torn asunder by this relentless conflict."As they spoke, a sudd Under the cover of darkness, a group of warriors gathered at a secluded spot within the city, their faces etched with determination and their eyes gleaming with the fiery resolve of their mission. Led by Azkia, they huddled together, their voices hushed yet filled with purpose.Azkia, her gaze fierce and commanding, addressed her fellow warriors. "Our objective is clear. We must sever the orc supply line and leave them starving and desperate. The destruction of their provisions will weaken their resolve and give us the upper hand."The warriors nodded in agreement, their anticipation palpable in the air. They began to strategize, pointing at various points on a map, and discussing the best locations to strike and set ablaze."We should target the main supply depot," suggested one warrior, his voice brimming with confidence. "Burning it down will create chaos and panic among the orc ranks."Another warrior chimed in, "We should also focus on cutting off th Gilgash, the mighty Orc Lord, stood before the war council, his eyes ablaze with the fire of conquest. He surveyed the ongoing assault on Stormhaven Port with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. The council members, adorned in battle-worn armor, gathered around him, eager to hear their leader's next plan."Warriors of the Horde," Gilgash boomed, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Our assault on Stormhaven Port has brought the walls to their knees, but victory still eludes us. The defenders have proven to be stubborn and resourceful, but we shall not be deterred. We will press our advantage and crush their resistance!"A hushed murmur spread through the council as they exchanged glances, fueled by their leader's fierce determination. Gilgash continued, his words echoing with unwavering confidence."Our catapults have weakened their defenses, but we must be cautious. Stormhaven Port is no ordinary city. They have warriors of great skill and resil The siege began with a cacophony of war cries, the thundering of hooves, and the deafening clash of metal against metal. The orcs surged forward, a relentless wave crashing upon the city's defenses. Their ranks seemed endless, their determination unyielding.Catapults hurled massive boulders and fiery projectiles, crashing into the walls with bone-shaking force. The stone fortifications trembled under the assault, cracks spiderwebbing across the surface. Yet, the defenders of Stormhaven Port stood firm, their resolve unbroken.From the ramparts, archers unleashed a volley of arrows, creating a lethal rain that found its mark among the orc ranks. Swords clashed, spears thrust, and shields held strong as the defenders fought valiantly to repel the invaders.The clash of steel reverberated through the streets, echoing with the cries of warriors and the screams of the dying. The air was thick with the acrid scent of blood and smoke, each breath a reminder of the grim reality that envelope The grand hall of the Orc Lord Gilgash's stronghold resonated with the echoes of heavy footsteps as Angkor and Scortan entered, their armor clinking with each stride. The room was dimly lit, save for the flickering torches that cast dancing shadows upon the stone walls.Gilgash, a towering figure with bulging muscles and a battle-scarred face, sat upon a throne adorned with the bones of defeated enemies. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he regarded the two orc commanders approaching him."Angkor, Scortan," Gilgash boomed, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Report. What did you uncover about Stormhaven Port?"Angkor stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "My Lord, we launched our initial probe as planned. Stormhaven Port's defenses proved to be formidable. The defenders fought with unmatched skill and resilience. Their archers rained arrows upon us, and their warriors stood strong in the face of our assault."Scortan, standing beside Ang Angkor and Scortan crouched behind a dense thicket, their eyes fixed upon the towering walls of Stormhaven Port City in the distance. The air crackled with anticipation as they discussed their plans for the impending invasion. Angkor, a burly Orc with a scarred face and a twisted tusk, spoke with a low, gravelly voice."Scortan, this city is ripe for the taking," Angkor growled, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and greed. "The humans have grown complacent, and their defenses weakened. It's our chance to claim this place as our own."Scortan, a wiry Orc with sharp features and keen eyes, nodded in agreement, his lips curling into a sinister grin. "Aye, Angkor, their defenses are a shadow of what they once were. We've scouted their patrols, learned their weaknesses. The time to strike is now."Angkor's hands clenched into tight fists as he stared at the city gates. "Once Stormhaven Port falls, the surrounding lands will be ours for the taking. Riches, plunder, and the spoils of Tilted Balance
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