The Council was formed by the chiefs of all the tribes living in the Draugr Nation: Atuba, Grimagog, Hatar, Hespaga, Dudalora, Krogar, Gandir, and Fretui -Disbiose. Gronkka was present, now an official member of the Council, as a member of the Dudalora. That is when they learned that Grekakwi was slain by a female halfling whom he tried to enslave.They were all politely exposing their points of view, but the situation went slightly over the top. If the case had been treated some 300 years earlier, the final verdict would have been the decision to sound the war drums, and punish the offenders. But now, the Draugr had acquired the Human way of government, and they were going to settle their differences with the Mecharies according to Human law.-“Commander Hagar, it was your people who found the forbidden goods. Yours is the right to present your vision of the facts at hand” –said Rek’zaii, and sat at his place. Hagar then stood up:-“Great Flame Lords! Council Elders! As you may know,
A few days passed in Stormhaven, and something unimaginable was awakened yesterday... All the inborn of Stormhaven got a trait that they never expected to receive... ------------------------------------- State-Trait (Specific) Ironborn: All inborn Inhabitants of Stormhaven are born with this trait, This is Innate Trait exclusive only to those who pledge loyalty to Stormhaven Port and helped its growth in every situation. This trait is hereditary. This trait can be passed only to those who pledge loyalty and bring growth in Stormhaven Port but it takes great measure to achieve it. Ironborn: Wis +10, Dex +10, Luc +5, Str +15, Con +10, Int + 5 Requirements: Active Trait that only awakened at war and became a Passive Trait afterward ------------------------------------- Aiden sit still in his chamber while this Trait was introduced to him. He contemplates activating this trait or not for now... as his decision can not be reversed. Even though he has his promised war with the Gian
Aera lay her eyes on the masses of Stormhaven Port city which gathers around in battle formations. After painstakingly defending the city for several months already, they finally awaken the inborn talent of Stormhaven Port residents.Stevan was shouting nonstop teaching the younger children about military battle formations on another corner left of her. She looks at the small windows in front of her and muttered..."I have a home..." as her tears flow silently...In her life, she was a wandering person, together with her cousin they have traveled far and wide across Sylgarth. it is either for survival or for trading, all for the sake to have a place called home... she never ever thinks that her attempt to defend the invasion of Stormhaven Port makes her get recognition from the gods and get the inborn talent.Stevan came to her and speaks... "What's wrong?""Home" she replied softly... which makes Stevan open his interface and saw different inborn talent... at his interface, there is
The great iron doors of the ancient cathedral opened with the slow, malevolent movements of an approaching thunderstorm. The five soldiers of the Levalimar strode into the grim chamber with confidence and determination. Faith in Belial held their minds at ease in the presence of the unspeakable, palpable evil within the darkened sanctuary. Long ago, the cathedral had been a place of worship of Allyse but now it became the ground of heretic worshiper Belial. It stood as a triumph of the Levalimar’s architecture, reaching towards the heavens with a pinnacle of gleaming marble. Alas, it had long ago fallen into disuse by the righteous, and word had spread that new rites and worship were taking place in the fallen chapel. When the soldiers arrived, they found the once-clean windows boarded over. Dirt, ash, and stains of questionable origin had darkened the polished marble exterior. The commander pushed against the doors of the cathedral and they resisted his arms for a moment, but then s
Stefan was standing on top of the hill, looking out over the camp. The men were packing up the tents. As commander of one of the traveling armies of Stormhaven Port, the Stormtrooper Batallion, he was in charge of the lives of these men, but today he wished it wasn’t so. The men were tired and many of them were wounded, and Stefan could easily understand why. It had seemed like such a good idea when the current Lord of Stormhaven, Aiden had asked them to clean up a little in the Badlands, but he hadn’t known that they would be fighting every day with only the nights as resting-time, and there was still one battle left. Stefan praised Rena for her many fantastic leadership along the way. There was Ogmore Dunheim the Mechari. He had been Stefan's friend through many dangers, and it had been Ogmore who had saved him when he had lost his mentor in the battle against the Varyan Empire Armies. There was a newly appointed Lieutenant, Sivir Hawk who led the handgunners. Stefan smiled when h
Valdyr looks out across the battlefield and sees the vast army of the enemy slowly advancing. He tightens his grip on the hilt of the long blade; his heart is pounding in his chest so hard that it feels like it’s sinking. He can feel that the atmosphere around him feels like he should be crying, screaming, or shaking so hard that someone can barely stand. But Valdyr isn’t doing any of these things, though. For some reason, he feels perfectly calm. It’s as if there’s a wall between him and his rising emotions, blocking out the fear and terror, and anticipation coursing through his own veins. His palms are sweaty, and his throat is dry. The armor he wears is heavy and uncomfortable; people around him didn’t feel prepared at all. Despite this, Valdyr does not complain. What right do you have to complain, when in just a few moments, you and your subjects will be forced to fight for your lives, and your freedom? They do not complain, and neither shall he. Energy buzzes beneath his skin,
Claude stood quietly among the masses, feeling his blood rush in his ears. Corpses upon corpses littered beneath his feet. Their masses all formed together into one blob of disgusting flesh that rotted under the hot sun. Birds flew overhead, their soft calls warning one to turn away from the grisly sight. All of this… all of this and for what? Who ever dreamed that war would be glorious? That it would be full of victories? War was like a child’s dream… so lovely to imagine… and yet so horrifying to witness. Claude tried to move away from the masses, but his body lurched as his foot caught in one soldier’s open chest cavity. He glanced down, the sweat on his chin slowly falling until it dripped every so slightly down… and directly onto the ashen face of death that stared back at him. He swallowed thickly as he pulled his foot away with effort, his heavy armor having a difficult time doing so. The stretch, the horrid stench as it pulled. It could only be the stench of death. And the so
Three months ago, at Stormhaven Port war council. Sorisana is talking to Aiden. "hmm... another halfling joined the cause? Sorisana asked after she looks at the clan interface... why did I get this feeling that you like to gather halflings to your clan? she joked". "do you believe that it is all a coincidence? besides that... Maria already asked me to take care of him and Stefan. Do you already get the intel for Stefan?" "I did, it was kinda surprising though... especially about the darkest secret about his father... you won't even believe what I am about to uncover for you, Aiden. It makes me kinda scared actually if this thing is to be known to normal people." "What do you mean about that? Aiden's interest is piqued. Well, the wind and earth speak some secrets to me... and for this, I have to do this. Sorisana then conjures a soundproofing barrier between them and tripled it again. Seeing her action, Aiden also cast another void blockage barrier, isolating them completely from
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