Darmak The Sage
UP: Drachenfels
Orcs, grotesque little creature with barely enough intelligence to
know which end of a sword wont cut their fingers off their hands. Yet when grouped
together and driven by what is know in human tongue as Blood Lust they can
become a tidal wave of death and destruction destroying everything and everyone in their
path. This devastation almost took place near the city of Cove on this day. I shall do my
best to recall the events that took place during the battle, but I was not there and all
my information is second hand.
The day started as any other would in the city of Cove. The
Merchants open their shops for business, hoping a warrior or mage would stop by to
purchase their goods or perhaps to just chat about the weather. The business in cove is
rather slow of late, due to the ever presence of orcs just around the mountain pass.
Stink they do, the stench rolls over the mountain from that camp and makes ye
wretch. Nobody want to shop in a town that stinks of Orcs is what one merchant of
Cove said to me.
Coves captain of the guard noticed the foul odor was much more
potent on this morn and dispatched a group of soldiers to the orc fort to investigate the
comings and goings of the foul creatures. Several hours past and the group still had not
returned with any news on the happenings at the fort. The captain rallied a second group,
larger this time, to find and report on the first groups disappearance. Time seemed to
stand still as the guards waited the return of their brothers in arms. A lone figure could
be seen sprawled upon the grass from the gates of the city as the watchmen call to the
captain of the guard. Risking his own life the captain crashed through the gates of cove
at a full dash toward the broken body lying in the grass. By the heavens the
Captain exclaimed as he reached the figure. Shaft upon shaft ran through the soldiers
body and every breath became more and more labored. Taking off his cloak the captain
rapped the soldier in it and effortlessly carried him to the city gates. As the healers
worked their magics the captain spoke to the wounded soldier Well now, I didn tell
ye to get all bash and battered now did I? This will surely be one to brag about in the
taverns the captain said trying to keep positive knowing what outcome may lie ahead
for the soldier. Can ye tell me what ye saw lad? the captain said to the
soldier while scowling at a healer for pushing him out of the way. In a whisper tainted
with blood the soldier told of what he saw at the fort. The orcs had blocked the pass with
brambles and bushes to slow advancement of any opposing force. There were hundreds if not
thousands of orcs gathered at the fort. The soldiers were surrounded,cut off and taken
down by the mass of Orcs. Several Orc arrow throwers were also spotted, which could only
mean one thing, they were preparing for war.
Messengers were immediately dispatched to the larger cities to
inform the criers and city officials of the orcs preparations for war. Warriors were
needed to put an end to the orcs before they truly organized their deadly efforts. The
city of Cove became flooded with the essence of magic as gate after gate opened to reveal
mage and warrior alike ready for battle. The siege of warriors flowed form the city gates
crashing headlong into arriving Orc troops from the south. Swiftly and deftly the warriors
and mages overpowered the arriving orcs and cut them down where they stood. A small group,
but more waited at the fort. The pass was treacherously slow due to the brambles blocking
every step the warriors took. Several warriors and mages life essence was ripped from
their bodies as the ocrs were readied for the on coming assult. The usually quickly
traveled pass took what seemed hours to penetrate and the loss of life on the part of the
brave warriors grew in numbers. Breaking the path the warriors spread out using the whole
field of battle to dance this death dance. Orc felled human, human felled orc and the
battle bled on. Those that were there said you could taste the magic in the air and almost
cast from the raw power that came from the massive use of magics. The Orc mages pulled
ranks and attacked the warriors with spells and intrapments of their own. Several warriors
saw Sir Siegfried fall at the hands of a flamestrike thrown by one of the orc mages,
showning them that even the best warriors can be cut down. Night fell as the battle
pierced the silence of night. Pushing ever forward the warriors reached twin orc lookouts,
Sarah McCloud, Brax, Arn and others rushed the gates only to be met with a hailstorm of
arrows being expertly thrown by the orc arrow throwers. Posted high on pedestals the
throwers were free from hand to hand combat and had to be downed by spells. The orc arrow
throwers are trained from birth, not only in the was of the bow but also in resisting
magics the methods of training are brutal and sometimes deadly to the elite of the orc
clans. Making then a most deadly foe in battle.
As the Orc archers fell the sun broke the horizon bringing promise
and hope to the warriors. The forts gates were blocked with garbage and brambles but
stopped the warriors momentarily as they hacked their way through quickly. Readying for
war was right, every cubbyhole in the fort was packed with weapons, armor gold, reagents
and much more. The orcs, now knowing their defeat was at hand made a final blood raged
push at the warriors and met their fate at the end of a sword or at the weavings of the
mana. All the orcs lay dead and their hording collected and shared among those who were
victorious. The warriors and mages cheered and gave congratulations to one another and
swore to fight again side by side another day. The gates re-opened and the parties
vanished one after the other as the victors headed back to their loved ones, homes and
cities.
To see the masses that gathered to protect our fair land makes this
scribe shed a tear of joy and I wish I had the ability to honor thee all for thy grand and
noble efforts.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online, Tuesday, April 6th 1999
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