Rally the troops, and lead them to glorious and overwhelming victory! We have the enemy surrounded from the inside! These orcs are nothing compared to the legions of hell, and they shall be nothing to us - and when we are finished, they'll be nothing to everyone else, too!
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“Men, stand your ground! These are nothing compared to the legions of hell!” You command, your voice rolling through the valley. A few more orders and you leapt through the air.
You came down like a meteor, slamming into the orcs ranks, splattering rock and dirt and blood over the surrounding orcs. They were quick, shifting their charge back to you. You blade flashed out, slicing them down, bodies bisected and heads flying. Some few meet your blade with their own weapons, but they couldn’t resist the Sword of Man. You kick out, foot slamming into a charging berserker. His chest broke and he flew back into the mob behind hi, knocking and breaking them down. You were a whirlwind, dealing death where ever you strode.
Your champions held the line, fighting like demons. The orcs came like a tide of pure ferocity. But they held strong. Where it seems to weaken, you carve a path to and buy a reprieve, and then make your way to the next point.
The horns sounded again when you tore the head off of one particularly large orc. The orc horde made a fairly coherent retreat, with a rearguard that didn’t relent even as you cut them down.
Near around a thousand orcs lay dead, for the cost a few dozen men, and none of your champions. There had never been a battle like this. Always the orc was the wolf to the human sheep. That changed today.
You march on, and though you see Orcish scouts occasionally, no large force opposes until you reach the outskirts of the Black Scar.
The first thing that grabs your eye is the large crevice that goes into the earth. It is perhaps a mile long and half as wide. All around it are large steel and iron walls, and a fortress that rises from the middle. Several causeways lead into it.
And those causeways are filled with orcs. Already the plains are full of them. Not just the lightly equipped orcs you fought earlier. These are armored head to go in steel. Your men give you the report. At least 40,000 wait for you down there, with more pouring from the fortress.
You are now at the Black Scar. What do you do?