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<blockquote data-quote="Undead_Lives" data-source="post: 112113" data-attributes="member: 5928"><p>Heh, triple post. Only cause no one wants to read it.. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite3" alt=":(" title="Frown :(" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":(" /></p><p>Oh well, Part Five is here. Getting close to the end :yay:</p><p></p><p>Part 5</p><p></p><p>~Beram</p><p>After the battle was over, we realized that we had won a pretty significant victory. We had killed about seventy-five of the orcs. We had only lost ten of our own soldiers. This gave us some confidence, and proved to everyone that we were indeed ready to fight in this war.</p><p>The general had given us a talk on the outcome of the battle. He included how well we did, how proud he was, and how we were going to win this war. It was very inspirational.</p><p>After the battle I personally was very tired. I had pondered on the battle, the feeling I had when I struck down my enemy, the rush of battle. It was truly exhilarating.</p><p>It was night now. I sat down to look at my sword. I had just cleaned it, and it shone just like new. It was a powerful and deadly weapon, and the general had said that my father would have been proud of me.</p><p>I personally saw something in it that reminded me of my father. The sword seemed to reach out to me, trying to guide me. I felt safe and confident with it in my possession.</p><p>When I finished pondering over my sword, I decided to take a walk in the fresh air. Tonight was a beautiful night and this might be one of the last times that I get to be by myself. So, I got up, put on my sword, and walked out of my tent.</p><p>As I was walking I started to remember the orc faces. I only saw hate and anger on their faces. Their eyes were blazing with the hate. I felt no regret in killing them, as I might have killing humans.</p><p>As I was walking along, I heard a branch crack. I decided to see who was there, maybe join them. I had had enough of walking alone. So, I moved towards the source of the noise.</p><p></p><p>~Hester</p><p>After the battle was finished, I felt like just sitting. Just to sit, and to relax.</p><p>The battle had gone well. I thanked the gods for that. I did not want a bad experience on my first try. I dare say, I had led those men pretty well. None of them died on account of me, however, the possibility of that happening was slim.</p><p>I was pondering over the battle when I remembered seeing how well Beram fought. It was like he was in a whole new place where he was a master of battle and the sword. It was quite a site to see. And if that wasn’t enough, I heard he took down one of the orc captains, one of the largest orcs anyone had ever seen.</p><p>Suddenly a spear lifted up my tent flap, and three shadows came into my tent. Before I could say anything they had pointed their spears at my throat. They put a finger to their mouths, and that meant be quiet, which I did without question.</p><p>I was sitting there, with three spears pointed at my neck, when they motioned me to get up. I got up slowly. There was another shadow; he must have been the one who opened my tent with his spear. The last shadow began to tie me up when I heard someone talking…</p><p>“Hey Captain, you got some visitors?” asked Beram as he entered.</p><p>Immediately he drew his sword and stabbed one of the shadows in the back. The other three then motioned towards him. He stood tall with his sword in front of him.</p><p>One stabbed at Beram, and he moved his body away from the spear. As that happened, another shadow sliced at him, and he crouched down to avoid it. While he was crouched, he used his sword to slice all of the shadow’s legs in one big swipe. The shadows yelped in pain, and they sounded like…trolls.</p><p>Beram realized this was his chance. He sliced of one’s head, and then stabbed another in the chest. The last one tried to run, but Beram did a quick move and somehow ended up putting his sword in the troll’s back.</p><p>“What’s going on here?” asked the general as he stepped in with a light.</p><p>As the light hit the rest of the tent, the general fell silent. He realized what had happened. Also, I got a good look at the shadows I thought were trolls. I was right, they were trolls, dressed in all black. No wonder I couldn’t see them very clearly.</p><p>“It seems you did a great deed today Beram,” said the general.</p><p>“It was nothing, really.”</p><p>“Oh no, it was. Hester here owes you his life.”</p><p>“Yes, thank you Beram. I do owe you my life,” I said.</p><p>“Your welcome, Captain.” An awkward silence came as we stood there pondering over the event…</p><p>“Well, I believe it is time for all of us to get some rest. We will sort this out in the morning. Beram, back to your tent, you need your rest. Hester, you can sleep in my tent.”</p><p>“Yes sir,” we said at the same time.</p><p>I walked over the dead trolls and headed for the general’s tent. However, the general did not come with me.</p><p>“Sir, are you not coming?”</p><p>“I will join you in a moment.”</p><p>“Yes sir.”</p><p></p><p>~Nevra</p><p>I stared for a long time at the trolls. They were indeed assassins sent here to do…what? Kill Hester? No, they would have finished that easily and been off. Then why tie him up? They must have needed something from him…but what could he possibly give them? Unless…unless they wanted information.</p><p>I walked back to my tent to meet with Beram and Hester and tell them what I had determined. Also, I needed their opinions to help me determine how to deal with this problem.</p><p>“Gentlemen, we are dealing with a general who has knowledge of me,” I said as I entered my tent. Beram and Hester were sitting on the chairs that were in front of my desk. I proceeded to sit in the chair behind my desk as they listened intently.</p><p>“What I am saying, is that the trolls were really after Hester for information.”</p><p>“Information? What could I possibly tell them?” asked Hester.</p><p>“You could tell them my strategies. My tactics. They know you are the captain, so of course you must be informed. I believe this is how a certain orc general beat me once before.”</p><p>“This has happened before?” asked Beram.</p><p>“Yes, it was the battle that made me go back to my farm. The one that disbanded me from the military until now.”</p><p>Beram and Hester just looked to the floor to let this realization sink in. They had never thought that orcs could be this resourceful.</p><p>“Now, the problem is, how do we deal with it? Now that their plan has failed, how do we go about striking them?” Again, Beram and Hester pondered on this for a moment, and then Beram spoke up.</p><p>“We could let them come to us. Pretend it never happened.”</p><p>“What? How would that work?” asked Hester.</p><p>“Hester, be quiet. Beram, do tell us your plan.”</p><p>“Well, sir, what if we pretended that the assassins never attacked us? Maybe if we do this, then the other general will think they are planning on striking another night. Especially if he expects his assassins to succeed, and he will also probably be thinking that we will be outraged by this act, and attack. While the other general waits, we call reinforcements. And then, we crush them.”</p><p>I thought a moment on this. It was risky, but we were an excellent force for defending. Buying time would not be a bad idea.</p><p>“Hester, have a messenger contact Hever Backroot. Immediately, Hester.”</p><p>“Sir? You can’t actually be thinking of going through with this!” exclaimed Hester.</p><p>“Hester, that’s an order.”</p><p>“Yes, sir,” said Hester, after a moment of hesitation.</p><p>“Good. Go now Hester. Beram, I want to thank you for this plan. You may become as ingenious as I one day. Off with you now, get some rest.”</p><p>“Yes, sir,” Beram said as he exited my tent.</p><p>“Sir, do you actually think that this plan will work?” asked Hester.</p><p>“If it does, it will surely win us the war.”</p><p></p><p>~Orc Warchief</p><p>“Warchief, the assassins have not come back,” said Henkrar.</p><p>I couldn’t understand why they weren’t back. Maybe they had been delayed, and waited for tommorow’s nightfall to strike. I made up my mind on how to answer Henkrar.</p><p>“Wait for them, wake me when they get here. I will be sleeping now…”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Undead_Lives, post: 112113, member: 5928"] Heh, triple post. Only cause no one wants to read it.. :( Oh well, Part Five is here. Getting close to the end :yay: Part 5 ~Beram After the battle was over, we realized that we had won a pretty significant victory. We had killed about seventy-five of the orcs. We had only lost ten of our own soldiers. This gave us some confidence, and proved to everyone that we were indeed ready to fight in this war. The general had given us a talk on the outcome of the battle. He included how well we did, how proud he was, and how we were going to win this war. It was very inspirational. After the battle I personally was very tired. I had pondered on the battle, the feeling I had when I struck down my enemy, the rush of battle. It was truly exhilarating. It was night now. I sat down to look at my sword. I had just cleaned it, and it shone just like new. It was a powerful and deadly weapon, and the general had said that my father would have been proud of me. I personally saw something in it that reminded me of my father. The sword seemed to reach out to me, trying to guide me. I felt safe and confident with it in my possession. When I finished pondering over my sword, I decided to take a walk in the fresh air. Tonight was a beautiful night and this might be one of the last times that I get to be by myself. So, I got up, put on my sword, and walked out of my tent. As I was walking I started to remember the orc faces. I only saw hate and anger on their faces. Their eyes were blazing with the hate. I felt no regret in killing them, as I might have killing humans. As I was walking along, I heard a branch crack. I decided to see who was there, maybe join them. I had had enough of walking alone. So, I moved towards the source of the noise. ~Hester After the battle was finished, I felt like just sitting. Just to sit, and to relax. The battle had gone well. I thanked the gods for that. I did not want a bad experience on my first try. I dare say, I had led those men pretty well. None of them died on account of me, however, the possibility of that happening was slim. I was pondering over the battle when I remembered seeing how well Beram fought. It was like he was in a whole new place where he was a master of battle and the sword. It was quite a site to see. And if that wasn’t enough, I heard he took down one of the orc captains, one of the largest orcs anyone had ever seen. Suddenly a spear lifted up my tent flap, and three shadows came into my tent. Before I could say anything they had pointed their spears at my throat. They put a finger to their mouths, and that meant be quiet, which I did without question. I was sitting there, with three spears pointed at my neck, when they motioned me to get up. I got up slowly. There was another shadow; he must have been the one who opened my tent with his spear. The last shadow began to tie me up when I heard someone talking… “Hey Captain, you got some visitors?” asked Beram as he entered. Immediately he drew his sword and stabbed one of the shadows in the back. The other three then motioned towards him. He stood tall with his sword in front of him. One stabbed at Beram, and he moved his body away from the spear. As that happened, another shadow sliced at him, and he crouched down to avoid it. While he was crouched, he used his sword to slice all of the shadow’s legs in one big swipe. The shadows yelped in pain, and they sounded like…trolls. Beram realized this was his chance. He sliced of one’s head, and then stabbed another in the chest. The last one tried to run, but Beram did a quick move and somehow ended up putting his sword in the troll’s back. “What’s going on here?” asked the general as he stepped in with a light. As the light hit the rest of the tent, the general fell silent. He realized what had happened. Also, I got a good look at the shadows I thought were trolls. I was right, they were trolls, dressed in all black. No wonder I couldn’t see them very clearly. “It seems you did a great deed today Beram,” said the general. “It was nothing, really.” “Oh no, it was. Hester here owes you his life.” “Yes, thank you Beram. I do owe you my life,” I said. “Your welcome, Captain.” An awkward silence came as we stood there pondering over the event… “Well, I believe it is time for all of us to get some rest. We will sort this out in the morning. Beram, back to your tent, you need your rest. Hester, you can sleep in my tent.” “Yes sir,” we said at the same time. I walked over the dead trolls and headed for the general’s tent. However, the general did not come with me. “Sir, are you not coming?” “I will join you in a moment.” “Yes sir.” ~Nevra I stared for a long time at the trolls. They were indeed assassins sent here to do…what? Kill Hester? No, they would have finished that easily and been off. Then why tie him up? They must have needed something from him…but what could he possibly give them? Unless…unless they wanted information. I walked back to my tent to meet with Beram and Hester and tell them what I had determined. Also, I needed their opinions to help me determine how to deal with this problem. “Gentlemen, we are dealing with a general who has knowledge of me,” I said as I entered my tent. Beram and Hester were sitting on the chairs that were in front of my desk. I proceeded to sit in the chair behind my desk as they listened intently. “What I am saying, is that the trolls were really after Hester for information.” “Information? What could I possibly tell them?” asked Hester. “You could tell them my strategies. My tactics. They know you are the captain, so of course you must be informed. I believe this is how a certain orc general beat me once before.” “This has happened before?” asked Beram. “Yes, it was the battle that made me go back to my farm. The one that disbanded me from the military until now.” Beram and Hester just looked to the floor to let this realization sink in. They had never thought that orcs could be this resourceful. “Now, the problem is, how do we deal with it? Now that their plan has failed, how do we go about striking them?” Again, Beram and Hester pondered on this for a moment, and then Beram spoke up. “We could let them come to us. Pretend it never happened.” “What? How would that work?” asked Hester. “Hester, be quiet. Beram, do tell us your plan.” “Well, sir, what if we pretended that the assassins never attacked us? Maybe if we do this, then the other general will think they are planning on striking another night. Especially if he expects his assassins to succeed, and he will also probably be thinking that we will be outraged by this act, and attack. While the other general waits, we call reinforcements. And then, we crush them.” I thought a moment on this. It was risky, but we were an excellent force for defending. Buying time would not be a bad idea. “Hester, have a messenger contact Hever Backroot. Immediately, Hester.” “Sir? You can’t actually be thinking of going through with this!” exclaimed Hester. “Hester, that’s an order.” “Yes, sir,” said Hester, after a moment of hesitation. “Good. Go now Hester. Beram, I want to thank you for this plan. You may become as ingenious as I one day. Off with you now, get some rest.” “Yes, sir,” Beram said as he exited my tent. “Sir, do you actually think that this plan will work?” asked Hester. “If it does, it will surely win us the war.” ~Orc Warchief “Warchief, the assassins have not come back,” said Henkrar. I couldn’t understand why they weren’t back. Maybe they had been delayed, and waited for tommorow’s nightfall to strike. I made up my mind on how to answer Henkrar. “Wait for them, wake me when they get here. I will be sleeping now…” [/QUOTE]
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