Thread: joining the nations(darknessembraced & DK)

Late at night, the prince returned to the garage that housed his mechanical marvel, a small caravan of horses trailed behind him, loaded with supplies. Near by the gate sat a steel cargo container with his name carved into it. Castiel loaded the large steel crate with sacks of food, wine, medical supplies and camp makeing tools in preparation for his journy to Ra'sel's dominion. His nerves began to burn with anticipation and self-doubt. It had been well over a generation since an Oni chief had been slain, and he was sure that no one had faced this particular chief and lived. His reputation was legendary, the most prevelant of tales was how he single handedly killed a battalion of infanty and a squadron of calvalry during the seige of Holford. Everyone who was involved with that ruined city remembered how the broken bodies of soldiers littered the red soaked soil. Slivers of ripped flesh made fodder for the gore crows and worms weeks afterward, so complete was their destruction. Not one funeral was held, there were no recognizeable pieces of men left to honor. The prospect of fighting such a monster truly scared the prince, even with the fearsome powered armor given to him by the snow orcs. He gazed at the gargantuan, by human standards, armor with wonder and gratitude. That metal body was the only thing that made it possible for his people to have hope.. The old armormaster appeared next to him, examining the look on the prince's face. I added riding pads to the frame to make the long trip more bearable for your soft human body. A well meaning and fond smile was affixed to the wrinkled orc's face as he rumbled. Castiel's nerves calmed for a moment as he laughed with his benefactor. He couldn't really tell why the laughter flew from his stomach, but it did. Don't go destroying my work. Or at the very least don't die. It would be a shame to see a human mana user die of incompetence. He pointed to a large sled with chains welded to it's thick frame. I built that so you could carry your food and camping stuffs with no need for a mule or horse. His eyes flicked to the very full crate. Looks like you'll need it. With that, the bone white orc walked off into the city. It was not long before Torvald made an appearance, smiling and laughing with a small entourage of his family members. Tonight is to be our last drink together, my friend. Let's finish this task with you. Castiel was grateful for the help, with it, the last of the packing was finished quickly. The sled was secured to the imposing frame of armor and the group left the garage in high spirits. The rest of the night passed in a blur of drinking and music, the task that loomed the next morning thoroughly forgotten. That morning met the prince starkly, though he bore no hangover, the sun seemed too brilliant as it shone through the window. His goodbyes had been said the night before, so he simply downed his simple breakfast and trotted briskly to the hangar that housed the armor. His long journey had finally begun. How very interesting...they kill themselves to defend the high ones. As if the are any more a God than they... Ra'sel turned to look at his female ally carefully. Muscles rippled under his stony skin as he bent to examine the armor she delivered. This is not an orc's work...nor is it human, or elf...deep lines formed in the granite like flesh of his forehead as he pondered the metals origin. This was a most worrisome situation if vanya's sources where correct. The human kingdoms were being reshaped by forces unknown and the orc tribes were being corrupted that same intent. This human prince....he is on his way, yes? He turned to vanya, his entire body revealed to her,his naked cock hung heavily between his thighs, only semi-flaccid under her eyes. Something smelled different about her, more like she was in...he did not have the word for it, not heat--but close. That prince had what seemed to be a reasonable cause, not his own enrichment but his people's. His drive would be unlike the others that attempted to take his head. Perhaps he could help vanya figure out the origin of the strange armor. When he gets within our territory, guide him here. I will speak with him. The chief said with perfect confidence.