The camp was in an uproar all the unblooded orcs were running around in panic, it was there first warbeast encounter and they had no clue what to do. The orc riders were rushing around trying to organise everyone as best as possible, but it was a lot harder to handle than they originally thought.
Normally a group of orcs this size should have been able to handle a third order warbeast, but most of them were unblooded orc and there was no order it at all, it was complete chaos.
As I rushed to my tent, squeezing through all the orcs running around sporadically, I eventually get inside my tent squeeze past three other orcs. Once I got inside my tent I then began to grab everything I thought I needed to face what was to come. I need to redeem myself and this was the greatest opportunity for me to do this. Rogan believed defeating this warbeast would accomplish this.
Rogan had lost a great amount of confidence after getting tortured and not being able to
We didn't have much time to do anything before both the drakes came charging forward with great ferocity. It was utter chaos, but some how the orc riders still managed to work together. The orc warrior from the tribe were also rather confident they could take the other drake so both groups split up, Rogan joining the Orc Riders.They started splitting up as Sira gave some orders to her squadron then charged straight at one of the third order warbeasts, she wielded a massive great axe almost as large as her. She charged directly at the massive beast in a fiery ball of aura that surrounded her whole being. BOOM. A thunderous BOOM echoed throughout the battle field. I was in awe at her devastating power that had even knocked the drake a few feet back. BANG. SMACK. Blood splattered everywhere as Sira had her guts pierced by the drake, she had jumped in front of one of her comrades who lost focus for a second. Rogan saw this opportunity and wanting not waste it. Roga
Rogan began opening his eyes feeling a warm sensation falling upon his face. He couldn't see clearly, flashes of a silhouette flickered before his eyes as he went in and out of consciousness. It was a beautiful display of skill. It was blurry but he could still faintly see a fiery aura dancing beautifully around the visage of an enormous figure. The skill this silhouette used to evade each and every attack was enchanting.But before long this glorious spectacle was cut short as Rogans vision began to blur and eventually disappeared. It wasn't long before Rogan finally lost consciousness and when he awoke there was only devastating.Finally managing to gain enough strength to open his eyes, he sluggishly slouched foward. Before Rogan was blood, guts and bones, most of which were completly unrecognisable. Over a dozen orcs dead. It was complete devastation.As Rogan began to stagger to his feet, a tremendous amount of pain pulsated throughout his body almost
Fuuh. Fuuh. It had been weeks since the battle with the drakes and Rogan was using every second he had to train. It was still early in the morning and the sun had just come into view, but Rogan had already trained so hard that sweat dripped from all over his body and his heart was pounding loud enough for people to here it from a mile away, or at least thats how he felt.After what had happened during the rock drake battle Rogan had become almost completely isolated from the rest of the unblooded orcs. This greatly effected Rogan causing him to feel insecure and began to doubt himself. He had desided to use training as a distraction from all the whispers around him, it was the only thing he could think of doing at the moment.Rogan had lost almost all contact with other orcs, it was as if he was the plague and he couldn't even talk to his friends. The only exception to this was Leah, who stayed by him and managed to keep him sane.&nb
It was finally time. Rogan along with the rest of his group began to advance towards the errie forest, the sound of rustling leaves resounded around them as they began to trample over the decomposing leaves. It didn't take long till they had finally stepped foot into the forest, the vision of the horde riders gradually disappearing into the fog that surrounded them. Creak. Snap. Every movement they made echoed around them. As one of the orcs began to walk forward Rogan began to feel a warm breath slowly approach his neck. Suddenly a cold shiver went down his spine causing his whole body to shiver. Rogan cautiously turned his head to face a enormous tongue. Jumping back he finally realised what it was, Laughter resounded throughout the forest. I can't believe I scared you with that. Leah was giggling uncontrollably as she tried to gasp for air. As Leah laughed Rogan stared at her for an instant then faintly smiled at Leah, then he grumbled. I mean you do look pretty scary. Leah lo
It had been a few hours since Rogan and Leah fell asleep and Rogan had woke up in the middle of the night, he had been struggling to stay asleep after the encounter with the rock drakes. All he could think about was what he could have done better and that he still hadn't gained the strength he needed. As he was lying there think he heard a very faint rustly. Curious to see what it was he glanced over in the direction of the noise and decided to see what it was. As he looked over he was a bit surprised, from the looks of it Leah was leaving there tent to do something. Rogan was curious about what Leah was doing, he didn't know much about her so he desided to follow her to find out what she was doing. As he followed her it began to seem more and more unusual as it seemed that she knew exactly where she was going, Rogan just assumed he was just over thinking. Suddenly Leah stopped turning in the exact location Rogan was, dashed to the nearest tree as quietly as possible. CRUNCH. He st
It had been a tireless night for Rogan as he constantly thought about the possible reasons leah had met this suspicious figure.He couldn't comprehend her thought process due to his family almost complete composing of warriors had this mentality that your kin should never be left behind. This led him to lack understanding when it came to anyone that would betray there own kin.He had been focus on this so much that when his group had been discussing the plans for the hunt he had completely zoned out and didnt hear any of the plan.Leah looked a worried as she spoke to Rogan." Is everything ok with you Rogan, you've been zoning out a lot today." She seem concerned for his wellbeing but Rogan couldn't trust this and assumed she was just trying to manipulate him. He didn't want to believe it but he couldn't explain why she had started to talk and help a complete stranger, the only explanation being she was using him but he couldn't figure out what for.
TWANG. As soon as the beast appared it went directly for Rogan not giving him a chance to formulate a plan. Its slammed its enormous head directly at Rogan, he used all his strength to stop this gripping his sword with as great effort. As the impact struck Rogan he felt a sudden rush of breathlessness and began to try to gasp for air.Grrrawww. Rogan finally caught his breath ready to counter attack, when without warning an indistinguishable blur slammed its jaws towards his arm.Just as he thought he might have to sacrifice something to win this fight the once indistinguishable blur finally appeared before him. Gwaaa. Rogan heard the gurgling noise of an orc but it was no orc he had ever recognised. The person that had saved him was Leah, she had cut his throat causing the orc to chock on his own blood.Rogan was concerned at Leahs ease of killing her own kin and with such proficiency, but he didn't have tim
SWOOSH. Rogan leapt to the side to avoid the charge of the beast, it had once again missed him barely. Despite Rogan avoiding this he still was greatly wounded and the gash on his leg began to open causing blood to begin to gush out. This was excruciating for Rogan but he had to distract himself from this pain. He slammed his mouth shut, bitting directly into his tongue. The pain gave him the shock he needed to focus back on the battle.Rogan had been trying to figure out the Morgs movement patterns. This wasn't easy as he had to constantly evade and dodge the beasts assault why also being seriously injured and looking for weaknesses he could exploit.The beast was getting tired of the orc before it and desided to give up on him. This may sound good because it meant Rogan could finally breath but this wasn't the case. Just as Rogan had notice the beasts focus had gone off him it was too late. The beasts enormous gnaw began to open wide. The orc that was now before the visage of th