The Valley went silent for a moment as the thunder of Orcish horns deafened all.
"
ONE EYES!!! ATTTTAAAAACKKKK[/i]" the Orcish commander bellowed
"THE GATES! Close the gates ye lads! Hurry!"
Stofsk shouted to some of the recruits as
open-sketchbook grabbed his hand.
"NO! Not yet! The Orcs approch from the far end of the Valley. Close the gates and they shall scale the walls where we are weakest, leave them open..." The Dwarf trailed off.
"AHA! Leave them open and they shall be forced to march by our archers, bright lad matie. ARCHERS!"
Stofsk Bellowed.
Whitehaven and
Darkevilme leading the squad marched up.
From behind the valley, the Orcs marched, moving around the still half completed walls, they came to the edge of the Valley along the way. Below, Dwarves, humans and beastmen went into a Panic as they could see the Orcs marching by. A few brave gaurds from the Humans shot upwards wildly against the orcs.
“Save your Arrows Matie! It be a one in a million chance to shoot something like this! Wait till they get in range of the Towers!” Another guard shouted as, reluctantly, the others lowered their bows.
"Not a lot of time mates, we got all the ammo we kin fir right now, everyone with a crossbow get up the towers right now!" The recruits following after
Darkevilme as the Dwarf led them up the scaffolding inside the tower.
After a brief, if precarious climb, they set up upon the tower walls, trying not to knock unfinished masonry blocks over the edge.
From atop the tower
Darkevilme looked down, the recruits all held crossbows, EVERYONE held crossbows...
"Hold ye fire lads! We gots to make every shot count!" The Dwarf shouted as behind him he could hear the twang of strings drawn tight...
"Alright lads! This be it maties! OPEN FIRE!"
A hail of iron death rained down from the partial completed tower. The sound of Orcs yelling rose up as the bolts impacted. Blood splattered everywhere... But the Orcs marched onwards still.
"It be the armor!" the dwarf
bilateralrope shouted.
"BAH! Goblins and the like barely have but an iron cap or shield. These beasts be in full plate! This be a far more dangerous lot then ever I heard before!"
Darkevilme hissed.
"Orcs in full iron armor? This be a dangerous thing mate, we cannot let them by!"
Darkevilme said be fore shouting again.
"RELOAD!!! All right ye Dwarves fire at will! Aim for the neck and bring them down!"
The order given, the dwarves loaded and shot as fast as possible.
The hail of iron bolts continued, slowly the Orcs dropped one after another, cries and snarls coming from the walls. Yet ever they came closer and closer. The recruits bgean to curse and swear, finally they came to the tower itself.
"BLAST IT ALL! They be too close! How many be left?"
WhiteHaven shouted as he dropped his crossbow
"No more then four mate!"
Petra said as he picked up a hefty Hammer.
"TO THE GATES MATIES! TO THE GATES!"
Climbing and jumping down the half completed tower, the Dwarfs met up with the others at the bottom, led by
bilateralrope . They clenched Hammers and Axes, swords and bows. Every Dwarf in the militia was there, over a dozen in total, facing down four Orcs.
From far behind
Mr.Bean watched with many of the other civilians behind him. Thirteen against four, seemed like good odds, but they were four ORCS.
"By Armok, let them be enough!" he prayed as with a cry the Dwarves surged forward.
bilateralrope led the charge with the other Hammer Dwarves
Joviwam,
Petra Starglider and
Mangled They slammed into the first Orc, a barehanded brute already wounded by two bolts. He bellowed in rage, picking
Petra up and throwing him backwards. The Dwarf rolled and got back up as
Karza and
Joviwam counter attacked. Thick heavy Hammers came down and knocked the orc back into the wall and there was an explosion of Gore! He fell lifeless but the brute was not alone.
Two Orcs came behind his body, wielding massive black iron orcish swords.
Petra Lunged forward as did
Karza. The Dwarf struck but the orc leapt backwards. The Orc snarled and bit down hard, bruising the muscle through the –bat leather armor-. The Orc latched on firmly!
Starglider thrust upwards with his *Iron Hammer*, he gouged deep into the Orcs right eye with the *Iron Hammer* tearing it apart!
Snarling, the Orc struck the Dwarf in the right lower leg. Tearing the muscle and shattering bone!
Starglider clutched his leg and slumped to the ground as
Karza and
bilateralrope struck upwards together.
In one desperate move,
Karza Stabbed upward in the head with his +Iron Sword+, tearing the muscle, shattering the skull and tearing the brain!
The Orc was struck down, but one more remained.
Stofsk struck first, plunging his –Iron Hammer- hard into the Orcs chest, brusing muscle and shatter the middle ribs.
The Orc counter attacked, charging into
Stofsk, the Dwarf was hurled back aginst the wall and lost the grip on his -Iron Hammer-.
Karza charged forward now, protecting the fallen Dwarf. But the Orc was soon upon him as well.
The Orc struck his sword down onto the Dwarf, His shield blocked the strike but was knocked from his hand. All too quickly the Orc came back again.
Stunned
Karza could only watch as the sword came down upon him. Shielding himself, he raised his arm upwards to try and block the killing blow. There was a spater of blood, the sword missing the Dwarfs having been slowed down by
Karza hand.
He stood there in shock for a moment as the Orc began to laugh.
"My-My Hand.. My HAND!" he cried out in agony, clutching his bloodied stump.
"KARZA!!!" shouted
Whitehaven, the Marksdwarf racing forward, desperate to save his life as he saw the black sword coming down a final time. Raising his bow, he fired, catching the brute in the arm and deflecting the strike. Soon a hail of fresh iron bolts rained out, burning hot, fresh the forges, they struck into the orc, sizzeling and hissing.
Petra and
Stofsk charged into the beast a moment later. Their hammers comming down hard on the Orc, smashing the skull and leaving it dead.
As they pulled the wounded away inside the cave, the Dwarves looked around at the blood, the gore, and the dead.
"That, that be it? We win dis?"
Petra asked as if in a daze.
The other Dwarves looked around as well before Lintilla and Trillian broke the spell.
“THE WOUNDED! Get them inside quickly! Karza is about to bleed out!” Trillian cried as she rushed out, picking the Dwarf up and wrapping a bandage tight around his stump to stop the bleeding.
It had all be over in what seemed like a blur...
High atop the valley, a grim dark Orc looked over the bodies below.
"One Eyes Shall Return" he spat and turned his mount away.
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