Summer Reign

[mogbonecutta]

Mog Bonecutta Demon Basha Da Ork King stood on a small rise looking over the lands he planned to soon invade. Elves...The most hated of all races, the list of evil done to the ork race at their hands was endless. Behind him towards the north and slightly east up the great river lay newly won lands. His gazed carried far to the west, Army of Mordor and allies in that corner of the world of dagorhir where waging his war. In the far north The Militia was stiring.

He could feel Da Waagghh energy building, a great war was coming. A few greenskins stood against him, but they were traitors, and too few to matter. Great armies had reinforced him. The Gestiguise of Aratari would make war along side the orkz, a great deal was struck. The Roman Legions were neutral and the great kingdom of Narnia sat in silence. Even many of the Crusading knighthoods would not rise against him.

" Lothlorien" Mog spoke the hated elf language. " Boss..We await to slay our hated kin and name you lord of these lands" A slim figue darted back towards Lothlorien, treading lightly and moving swiftly the elf raced back to the lands he had just betrayed.

[Vors Nymphkilla]

Vors climbed the hill to deliver great news to his leader. "Boss, I just fought the elf scum in Lothlorien. Many fell to my spear but their lust for battle is still strong. We can take their lands with ease, but its best done from a distance. Their shields are strong and their armor is thick, but it all means nothing to our archers and spears. If we fight out of their range then we wont lose a single ork warrior to the pointy earz."

[mogbonecutta]

Mog stared hard at Vorz, his first instinct to punch him. But he grinned. " In da old tongue, a lozt word, F'han..Vorz..F'han" Mog saw the puzzlement in his underlings face. " F'han boss?" Vorz flinched but asked anyway. " F'han...In da old dayz da gobboz sey dat wen ya died a bad deaf, shot from be'ind, killed in da sleep, or by posion, sickness...Da godz sent yer soul bak az da F'han" Mog and Vorz both shuddered, The Living Dead, the rest bones of the old days was something every ork and goblin feared. " We 'az Da F'han" Mog pointed to the North and East Da Dark Blood Klan homes.

[Vors Nymphkilla]

Wherez deez F'han now? Da godz 'ave left us, now we gotta do our own by our wars to be feared by all.