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You stick with the group, deflecting spears off your shield. You move forward, stabbing your blade forward as your shield stays raised to deflect any blows. You stab a Elf Rider through the thigh and he screams, falling off the horse, where you stomp repeatedly on his face. You swing your blade again, slashing a horse's chest and causing it to rear up in terror. The Elf falls off and hits the ground, allowing for an Orc to stand over it and stab it through the chest. The melee only lasts a few seconds, as the Calvary Units are desperately massacred as they're clearly surprised and unprepared for fighting, struggling to find their weapons and prepare to fight. Several Orcs armed with crossbows contribute to the massacre.


"Alright. Losses?" Captain Durrak asks, as you survery the battlefield.


"Twelve Orcs fallen. Three wounded."


"Two. I can still fight." One of the Orcs grunts, pulling a spear from her side.


"Alright, begin stacking the horse carcasses into a barricade."


You grab one of the dead horses, and begins dragging it into place, placing it on top of another dead horse. After a few minutes, you take position on the bridge. You hear screams from the main battle, as you watch the calvary battle take place in the form of jousts and sword-fights from horseback. You grab a spear from one of the dead Calvary Units, smiling.


"This could be useful. Sir, if we use the Elvish Spears, we could assist in the battle." You point out to Captain Durrak.


"This would be risky. We need to stay here to defend the bridge." Captain Durrak says.

You defend the Bridge

You stay behind, waiting patiently at the bridge. Eventually, a large group of Elves on horseback begin riding towards the bridge.


"Alright, boys, hold the bridge."


The horses approach, and you aim your spear. You aim carefully, and as soon as the calvary units arrive you attack. You stand on top of a horse, jabbing with a spear, aiming at the riders. You stab them with your spear, hitting hearts, faces and throats to take them down. Many of the riders manage to leap over the barricade and escape to freedom, though the majority of them easily taken down. 


"Good. Now, we have work to be done. With the advance of our calvary, we can finally begin to invade and launch attacks on the Elvish Villages." Captain Darruk says. "The Elvish empire is crumblings, boys. Take what you want off the dead, kill the wounded, and we'll head back to the Fort and find something to drink."
You sit at the camp, at the edge with a campfire, a pig roasting on a spit. You wait eagerly for your meal, before Captain Darruk arrives.


"Mazkil, come with me for a moment."


You struggle not to snarl in annoyance, knowing you'll miss the best cuts of pork, but nod and follow Darruk anyway. You follow him out of ear range of the camp, before he starts speaking.


"You were with Karn on the mission yesterday, correct?"


"Yes, sir."


"We lost a massive amount of men for a mission that important. I need to know: Was it Karn's fault as a leader?"

You say "No."

"Really? The other men I talked to seemed to think it was. Anyway, thank you. Please, go eat."


You nod, and quickly return to eat. You have to punch one of the smaller Orcs, but you manage to grab a large, juicy piece of meat and eagerly chew into it.
You bring up your shield and raise your sword. The warriors quickly take advantage of the situation, attacking the unprepared Orcs attempting to take shelter from the arrows. One of them goes towards you, and swings. You block his sword with your shield and repeatedly jab him through the stomach, the third stab penetrating his armor and going through his stomach, which after a few more stabs kill him.By the time the Orcs manage to fend off the Elven Warriors, they're barely a dozen men, including Khan. The Elves outnumber you, but only slightly, and they clearly either don't like their odds, or figure they've killed enough of your allies today. The warriors quickly turn and go sprinting off into the woods.

You gather your men and flee

"Come on! We're getting out of here!" You yell.


You allies quickly follow as you turn and sprint out of the trees. Shortly afterwards you break free, and to your relief none of the Elves have followed.


"We need to get back to camp." Karn grunts.


Karn's covered in bright red Elf blood mixed in with the darker Ork blood from those around him. You realize that Karn is a fantastic fighter, but should never be given a position of power again. He led your squad straight into an ambush.
Karn lets out a war cry and breaks into a full sprint towards the woods. You follow, your shield covering your chest and your sword raised. As you burst through the trees and run through the undergrowth, you hear a yell.


"Fire!"


Arrows fire down from the trees. After ten seconds which you spend huddled together with your allies, arrows thudding into your shield, half of your group is dead. Then, Elves Warriors with short swords heavier armor than the archers, though still a lot lighter than yours, coming to wipe out the unprepared, cowering Orcs that remain.

You act offensively to fend off the warriors and protect the group

You charge forward, slamming into one of the warriors. You raise your sword and slam it down through her gut, killing her. You grab an Elf about to stab an undefended orc by his hair and yank him back, slitting his throat. The Elves notice your aggressive tactics and five of them crowd around you. You feel a brief sense of fear. They jab and slice at you, opening up your shoulder with several jabs knocking into your chest and smacking the plate armor, causing you to grunt painfully. Then, Karn arrives.


"DIE!" He screams.


He flings at throwing axe with such strength it beheads one of the elves and embeds itself in the shoulder of another elf, who drops and screams. Karn then barrels into a third Elf and begins stabbing her through the chest, leaving you with two elves to fight. You block one of their sword thrusts and parry the other's, before kicking one into a tree. You jab the other in the neck, twisting your sword to have a spurt of blood hit you in the face. The other goes to stand back up, but you kick him in the head and slash his throat.


"Come on, Orcs! We fight and we kill today!"


The Orcs are now prepared to fight, with their formations taken up and their weapons ready. The Elven Warriors quickly begin to retreat.


"Now, Orcs! Target the Archers the foolish warriors left behind!"
You raise your shield, and three arrows thuds into it.


"Orcs! Regroup, and keep those shields up!" Karn screams.


You huddle together, and as a group begin rushing uphill rapidly towards the Elves. The Elves fire a few more arrows at you both, but quickly turn heel and run. You reach the summit of the hill and watch as the Elves disappear into a small woods down the hill.


"Come on, Orcs! We follow them and make sure the worms can feast on Elf Flesh tonight!" Karn yells.

You stop Karn from charging into what might be a trap

You let out a shout.


"Wait!"


Karn turns and snarls.


"What?"


"We shouldn't go in there. It's another Elf ambush for sure. We need to wait for reinforcements."


"Reinforcements? Is your Mama bringing fresh milk and honey? We fight and strike a blow against the Elves. You either charge with us or die."
You march through Elf territory with a little over 50 other Orcs, marching through a hilly area with some trees. You've been sent with Karn Deathreaper, the massive orc with the notched armor, to investigate a small Elf War Party. You've yet to experience any real combat, with your previous time here simply being maneuvering into flanking positions to force the enemy to retreat and moving forward. Still, the sun is particularly red, so you there'll be a battle today with Gorgok watching.


"Orcs! Halt!" Karn screams, and you stop moving.


Karn Deathreaper truly earned his name. The amount of enemies he's slain is among the hundreds if not thousands. He's a fearsome creature, and you can't wait to see him do battle.


"The sun wishes us good luck. We'll do well in the battle." One of the Orcs near you says happily.


"Cease your superstitions, Nagrak. We might not even fight today." Another replies.


"One can hope." Nagrak eagerly replies.


In the blink of an eye, a dozen Orcs are dead. You see six Elves standing on top of the hills, light golden armor and long blond hair holding bows.

You quickly alert and direct your own Archers to the Elves

You turn to your archers, but it's clear the Elves targeted them first. Most are dead, and the few remaining drop to their knees and begin firing, but the elves are uphill, naturally better archers and have the wind in their favor. It's clear the elves have carefully chosen this ambush site.


You feel an arrow thud into your chest. It shatters on your plate armor, but the force is enough to break a few ribs and you groan loudly. You raise your shield, and another arrow thuds into it.


"Orcs! Regroup, and keep those shields up!" Karn screams.


You huddle together, and as a group begin rushing uphill rapidly towards the Elves. The Elves fire a few more arrows at you both, but quickly turn heel and run. You reach the summit of the hill and watch as the Elves disappear into a small woods down the hill.


"Come on, Orcs! We follow them and make sure the worms can feast on Elf Flesh tonight!" Karn yells.
Once you've spent your gold coins, you make your way back to Dendar's cart. Unfortunately, you find yourself in the poorer part of town, clearly having taken a wrong turn. As you make your way through a side street, a voice cries out.


"Hello! A little lost, are we?" A voice cries.


You turn, and are faced with a trio of men holding knives.


"Fuck off." You grunt angrily.


"'Fuck off', he says. What an angry orc." 


A voice from behind you says.


You turn, to see two more men wielding knives. 


"Listen, sir. Give us your coins, and we'll see you find your way to where you're going."

You tell them you have no gold

"I have no coins on me."


"Really, sir? Larn, go see if our new friend's lying."


One of the men walks forward, and begins searching you.

You grab the man

You grab the man, drawing your blade and driving you knife into his chest repeatedly, tossing his body aside. The men begin charging towards you, three on one side of the street, one on the other.

You charge the single man

The single man is quick and manages to jab you in the side, his cold iron causing you to groan in pain. You swing your blade, slashing the man's throat, and toss him at the trio. You rush onto the main street, but the trio don't follow. You check your wound, but it's not deep. You wander through the street, until eventually you come across Dendar's Cart. You climb on the back, and lie there, as Dendar arrives with a caged chicken.


"Ah! Mazkil, how are you? Ah, you're bleeding."


"Someone tried to rob me."


"Well, I hope you made sure they'll never try again."


You nod, and Dendar chuckles.


"Well done. You're a true orc."
You grab the man, drawing your blade and driving you knife into his chest repeatedly, tossing his body aside. The men begin charging towards you, three on one side of the street, one on the other.

You charge the trio

You run forward, leaping through the air as you slam into one of the three, stabbing him through the neck. The others grab you and a knife is painfully brought across your throat, before your limp body is released.
"I have no coins on me."


"Really, sir? Larn, go see if our new friend's lying."


One of the men walks forward, and begins searching you.

You let him

You stand there, as one of the men walks over and begins patting on your pockets. As the few coins you have left jingle, the man quickly draws a knife and stabs you through the back, right through the heart. You yell in pain, collapsing.
Once you've spent your gold coins, you make your way back to Dendar's cart. Unfortunately, you find yourself in the poorer part of town, clearly having taken a wrong turn. As you make your way through a side street, a voice cries out.


"Hello! A little lost, are we?" A voice cries.


You turn, and are faced with a trio of men holding knives.


"Fuck off." You grunt angrily.


"'Fuck off', he says. What an angry orc." 


A voice from behind you says.


You turn, to see two more men wielding knives. 


"Listen, sir. Give us your coins, and we'll see you find your way to where you're going."

You yell at the men

"FUCK OFF, HUMANS! GO SUCKLE ON YOUR MOTHER'S TITS!" You roar.


"Oi, Sir! Quiet down. Wouldn't want the Guards to..."


"FUCK YOU, YOU TWO-BIT THIEVING CUNTS!"


"Shit, Larn, shut him up."


You hear a whistling noise, and you turn to investigate. Two throwing knives plunge into your chest. You gasp, and struggle to stay standing before a third enters your heart.
Once you've spent your gold coins, you make your way back to Dendar's cart. Unfortunately, you find yourself in the poorer part of town, clearly having taken a wrong turn. As you make your way through a side street, a voice cries out.


"Hello! A little lost, are we?" A voice cries.


You turn, and are faced with a trio of men holding knives.


"Fuck off." You grunt angrily.


"'Fuck off', he says. What an angry orc." 


A voice from behind you says.


You turn, to see two more men wielding knives. 


"Listen, sir. Give us your coins, and we'll see you find your way to where you're going."

You hand over your few coins

You quickly take out your remaining coins and hand them to one of the thieves. He flashes a grin, and puts his hand around your shoulder.


"Thank you, sir. Pleasure doing business."


He leads you out of the ally and points in the direction of the Dengar's cart. You walk along to it, and climb aboard the back. Dengar appears, holding a caged chicken.


"How was your time in Riverton?"


You shrug, disgusted in yourself for handing over the money. You're no true orc.
After a long ride to Riverton with Dendar who mostly insults you and Gruzub, you eventually arrive at the small town. You eyes immediately find multiple ways to spend your precious coins. There's a brothel in the poorer section of town, a large shop full of delicious foods you wish to sample, a small gambling ring and a tavern.

You visit the Brothel

You arrive at a large building and take a deep breath, breathing in perfumes of foreign fruits and sweet incense. An elderly woman walks out, and smiles at you.


"Ah, a patron. How may I help you, Sir?"


"I'd imagine it's the same reason everyone comes here." You reply snidely.


"Ah, of course. I'm sorry, you look like Gruft, the debt collector. I assumed you were a brother of his filling in."


She leads you into a back room, where you take a seat on an old dirty bed. She leaves, before arriving back with three women. One of them is a middle-aged, chubby, unattractive woman in a plain dress. She smiles at you.


"I am Helga. She says.


The second woman is a younger, plain faced woman with a nice bosom and bum, which quickly draw your attention.


"I am Liz." She says, smiling at you sweetly.


The final girl is a short, small, pale blond girl. Her features are sharp and angular, and you recognize her as an elf.


"I am Starflower." She says.


"The prices are simple." The Matron says. "Helga is five coins, Liz is ten, Starflower is fifteen."

You pay for Helga

You pay for Helga, and all others but her leave. You quickly undress, and for the next hour, allow your animal urges to take over. You quickly fuck her, trying to focus on the feeling rather than her less than appealing appearance. Afterwards, you clean up and quickly make your way back to the street, a happier orc.
You arrive at a large building and take a deep breath, breathing in perfumes of foreign fruits and sweet incense. An elderly woman walks out, and smiles at you.


"Ah, a patron. How may I help you, Sir?"


"I'd imagine it's the same reason everyone comes here." You reply snidely.


"Ah, of course. I'm sorry, you look like Gruft, the debt collector. I assumed you were a brother of his filling in."


She leads you into a back room, where you take a seat on an old dirty bed. She leaves, before arriving back with three women. One of them is a middle-aged, chubby, unattractive woman in a plain dress. She smiles at you.


"I am Helga. She says.


The second woman is a younger, plain faced woman with a nice bosom and bum, which quickly draw your attention.


"I am Liz." She says, smiling at you sweetly.


The final girl is a short, small, pale blond girl. Her features are sharp and angular, and you recognize her as an elf.


"I am Starflower." She says.


"The prices are simple." The Matron says. "Helga is five coins, Liz is ten, Starflower is fifteen."

You pay for Liz

You pay for Liz, and everyone but her leave. You quickly undress, and take advantage of the ample business advantages that the Gods have given her. Her bosom and ass provide great entertainment as your animal instincts take over. You greatly enjoy the next hour, eventually finishing, cleaning up and leaving the brothel with a smile on your face.
You arrive at a large building and take a deep breath, breathing in perfumes of foreign fruits and sweet incense. An elderly woman walks out, and smiles at you.


"Ah, a patron. How may I help you, Sir?"


"I'd imagine it's the same reason everyone comes here." You reply snidely.


"Ah, of course. I'm sorry, you look like Gruft, the debt collector. I assumed you were a brother of his filling in."


She leads you into a back room, where you take a seat on an old dirty bed. She leaves, before arriving back with three women. One of them is a middle-aged, chubby, unattractive woman in a plain dress. She smiles at you.


"I am Helga. She says.


The second woman is a younger, plain faced woman with a nice bosom and bum, which quickly draw your attention.


"I am Liz." She says, smiling at you sweetly.


The final girl is a short, small, pale blond girl. Her features are sharp and angular, and you recognize her as an elf.


"I am Starflower." She says.


"The prices are simple." The Matron says. "Helga is five coins, Liz is ten, Starflower is fifteen."

You pay for Starflower

You pay for Starflower, and all others live. You quickly undress, and allow your animal instincts to take over. Over the next hour you make sure to enjoy every inch of the young elf's body, and learn she's very, very skilled at her job. After an hour you finish, clean yourself up and leave, happier than you've ever been.
After a long ride to Riverton with Dendar who mostly insults you and Gruzub, you eventually arrive at the small town. You eyes immediately find multiple ways to spend your precious coins. There's a brothel in the poorer section of town, a large shop full of delicious foods you wish to sample, a small gambling ring and a tavern.

You visit the Shop

You go into the shop, and buy a lamb steak, a shiny purple fruit, boiled sheep's brain and a pouch of milk. You quickly eat these delicious fruits, particularly enjoying the sheep's brain and milk. As you finish, you smile to yourself, your stomach full.


Time to find something else to do.
After a long ride to Riverton with Dendar who mostly insults you and Gruzub, you eventually arrive at the small town. You eyes immediately find multiple ways to spend your precious coins. There's a brothel in the poorer section of town, a large shop full of delicious foods you wish to sample, a small gambling ring and a tavern.

You visit the Gambling Ring

You go inside the gambling ring, where a large half-orc stands, leaning against the doorway.


"Good evening, kind patron." He says in a dull, bored voice. "Would you care to see a fight? Five coins, make a bet."


"What's the fight?" You ask, eagerly.


"A Dragon Youngling, can barely spit fire, vs a trio of wolves we managed to catch. It's a good fight."

You bet on the Wolves

You place a five coin bet on the wolves, and enter the gambling ring. You find a spot looking in on the ring, watching a small red dragon, snarling at the crowd. Three trapdoors open, with three wolves entering. The wolves begin howling as the dragon snarls. The Dragon lets out a short first of fire, alighting one of the wolves who begins leaping and rolling around in pain. The other two wolves jump, with the dragon lunging forward and biting into the second wolf's neck and tearing into the flesh and fur, before dropping the bleeding wolf. The third wolf lands on the dragon and begins biting and tearing at the dragon's wing. The Dragon screeches, leaping around and flinging the wolf off the ring. The dragon snarls and leaps forward, tearing the wolf's head off and flinging it out of the ring. It lands next to you, but a small child grabs it first and holds it in the air with a laugh.


You leave, five coins poorer.
You go inside the gambling ring, where a large half-orc stands, leaning against the doorway.


"Good evening, kind patron." He says in a dull, bored voice. "Would you care to see a fight? Five coins, make a bet."


"What's the fight?" You ask, eagerly.


"A Dragon Youngling, can barely spit fire, vs a trio of wolves we managed to catch. It's a good fight."

You bet on the Dragon Youngling

You place a five coin bet on the dragon youngling, and enter the gambling ring. You find a spot looking in on the ring, watching a small red dragon, snarling at the crowd. Three trapdoors open, with three wolves entering. The wolves begin howling as the dragon snarls. The Dragon lets out a short first of fire, alighting one of the wolves who begins leaping and rolling around in pain. The other two wolves jump, with the dragon lunging forward and biting into the second wolf's neck and tearing into the flesh and fur, before dropping the bleeding wolf. The third wolf lands on the dragon and begins biting and tearing at the dragon's wing. The Dragon screeches, leaping around and flinging the wolf off the ring. The dragon snarls and leaps forward, tearing the wolf's head off and flinging it out of the ring. It lands next to you, but a small child grabs it first and holds it in the air with a laugh.


You leave, five coins richer.