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<blockquote data-quote="Hrothgar" data-source="post: 2578581" data-attributes="member: 22226"><p><strong>Starhl and Brian</strong> </p><p></p><p>Brian slows and puts his back to a thick pine, his eyes searching the darkness for the voice he heard. No more than five yards away, a hulking shadow stirs. Clutched in the shadow's grasp, the light from Caft reflecting from its sharp edge, is a battleaxe. The woodsman! Starhl!</p><p></p><p>The orcs continue to march on, their line thin, their harsh shouts and jarring horns meant to frighten those foolish enough to flee back in to Caft. The orcs pass, their massive shadows slipping amongst the trees. Most already move in to Caft, banging on barns and homes. As horns continue to blow, Brian and Starhl see two orcs, massive vardatches in their brawny arms, slink into a crouch and approach Starhl's hiding place.</p><p></p><p><strong>Reznik and Kaela</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Olive">I am Uriel.</span></p><p></p><p>Reznik crouches near the small wooden door, silently straining against the jammed portal. Above, through the cracks in the floorboards, Kaela can see the men of Caft standing in silence as Uriel steps forward, his head held high, his chest out defiantly. Standing in front of Uriel are several orcs with black scale mail and vardatches. Most are of the Blood Mother Tribe, distinguished by their mohawks, obscene black tatoos, and cruel, savage features. One orc stands in contrast to the others. This orc towers over his compatriots with a rangy build and wears black leather armor. His face lacks the savageness of his brethern, a flicker of intelligence in his eyes. Heavy scars cross his entire frame as he looks on, his face impassive.</p><p></p><p>Standing next to this tall orc is a tall Dorn, his head bald and a heavy, graying beard hanging down his chin. This is no ordinary legate. Shadows seem to slip around his black cloak and armor. Touched by the Shadow, this man is the focus of his god's power. He smiles cruelly as Uriel steps forward.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Olive">Where is the girl?</span> The legate whispers. A cringing farmer, small for a Dorn, steps near his side. Lorne! The bastard who betrayed Aislinn and Caft to the Shadow. But why?</p><p></p><p>Uriel refuses to answer. The legate smiles slowly. Aislinn buries her face in Kaela's shoulder.</p><p></p><p>Reznik leans into the door. His strength is enough to make it move, even break it. As Reznik slowly increases the pressure against the door, the wood slates begin to crack ever so slightly, the door refusing to give way unless broken. Above, the legate begins to issue his edicts...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hrothgar, post: 2578581, member: 22226"] [B]Starhl and Brian[/B] Brian slows and puts his back to a thick pine, his eyes searching the darkness for the voice he heard. No more than five yards away, a hulking shadow stirs. Clutched in the shadow's grasp, the light from Caft reflecting from its sharp edge, is a battleaxe. The woodsman! Starhl! The orcs continue to march on, their line thin, their harsh shouts and jarring horns meant to frighten those foolish enough to flee back in to Caft. The orcs pass, their massive shadows slipping amongst the trees. Most already move in to Caft, banging on barns and homes. As horns continue to blow, Brian and Starhl see two orcs, massive vardatches in their brawny arms, slink into a crouch and approach Starhl's hiding place. [B]Reznik and Kaela[/B] [COLOR=Olive]I am Uriel.[/COLOR] Reznik crouches near the small wooden door, silently straining against the jammed portal. Above, through the cracks in the floorboards, Kaela can see the men of Caft standing in silence as Uriel steps forward, his head held high, his chest out defiantly. Standing in front of Uriel are several orcs with black scale mail and vardatches. Most are of the Blood Mother Tribe, distinguished by their mohawks, obscene black tatoos, and cruel, savage features. One orc stands in contrast to the others. This orc towers over his compatriots with a rangy build and wears black leather armor. His face lacks the savageness of his brethern, a flicker of intelligence in his eyes. Heavy scars cross his entire frame as he looks on, his face impassive. Standing next to this tall orc is a tall Dorn, his head bald and a heavy, graying beard hanging down his chin. This is no ordinary legate. Shadows seem to slip around his black cloak and armor. Touched by the Shadow, this man is the focus of his god's power. He smiles cruelly as Uriel steps forward. [COLOR=Olive]Where is the girl?[/COLOR] The legate whispers. A cringing farmer, small for a Dorn, steps near his side. Lorne! The bastard who betrayed Aislinn and Caft to the Shadow. But why? Uriel refuses to answer. The legate smiles slowly. Aislinn buries her face in Kaela's shoulder. Reznik leans into the door. His strength is enough to make it move, even break it. As Reznik slowly increases the pressure against the door, the wood slates begin to crack ever so slightly, the door refusing to give way unless broken. Above, the legate begins to issue his edicts... [/QUOTE]
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