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
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
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
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.
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
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
Dududduum! Dururum! BADUM!! BADUM! Battle anthemic music is being played in the coliseum. The drums are being hit with so much passion it burns the heart of the audience, it was much louder now that only a grid separated Aiden from the arena. The beating of the drums hammered into their heart, bloodlust and savageness sounds plunging them into some kind of tribal and hypnotic trance on the basement.. For Aiden, the rhythmic and heavy sound of the drums helped him calm his mind and remain a vigilant and focused state. He had learned to suppress the urge to go berserk as time and time again he failed to control his primal instinct every time he entered the coliseum. “Vexira, my patron. Bless me as i am going to vanquish the foes once again so i can return to your embraces, milady” Aiden prayed silently. There was a time when he was practicing his Extrasensory Perception and reflexes, his mentor Falkrontol beat the drums in the practice area and incite his bloodlust greatly that h
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
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