Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

Many species looked at Orcs as a plague or a menace, more often someone elses problem if you could afford to meet their demands when they were outside of your walls. They wanted livestock, raw materials, and most of all they wanted slaves. That was the number one resource they waged war for and there was an excellent reason for that... they needed slaves. Orcs were skilled at many things, they were brilliant when it came to metal work, could erect a sturdy settlement in days, given a month they would have a small enclosed city, just a few more and it would be a sprawling fortess city that would stand against almost anything, and their Shamans were adept at wielding the forces of nature and bending them to their will... but they were not a people inclined towards tending fields or mining for raw material, to impatient for the first and to large to move easily in the mines the material would often come from. It was for those reasons that they went to war, the primary goal was to gather and collect slaves and if they were given enough slaves they would be happy to leave you in peace... at least until they wanted more slaves. The average Orc was a savage warrior who was worth at least four men in combat and could survive some of the most debilitating wounds, but a smart chief-titan knew that it was more efficient to leave a willing city intact so that they could return in five years to gain more slaves from a population that already knew better... however if they were refused then your city would be razed and the population enslaved anyway. Azgor wasn't just a smart Chief-titan, some went so far as to call him brilliant, a monster of an Orc that had united the many tribes into a single powerful horde that was known and feared across most of the civilized world. Just the sign of the black flame upon a red banner, his personal symbol, was enough to cause most to gather up a good portion of their population and hand them over as slaves in order to avoid the danger that his horde represented. Under his rule challengers were quickly beaten into submission and an empire was being forged as more and more Orc cities sprang up, the nearest of which was just a few leagues away, a city that would serve as home for Azgor and the capitol of his empire for the next year of so while the city he was camped before would wait for their goddess to be returned to them. The treaty was a rather simple one, Azgor had heard of a beautiful human 'goddess' who dwelt in the nearby city, a divine embodiment of war and purity, a living symbol of the light that just begged to be defiled. Over the centuries many cities of both elf and human had been the home of a god or goddess and gifted their people with a time of peace and prosperity... some had been slayed by Orcs before but Azgor had something more sinister in mind. The army that he had brought to bear before the city had been a truly massive one, one that no city could prevail against no matter how strong their armies or brilliant their generals. That army had just camped outside of the city, waited there for a while until the humans grew curious and sent an emissary. The message that emissary had carried back was a simple one, surrender the Goddess Athena to the Chief-titan of the Orc army for a single year and the city would be left untouched... no other slaves taken and on the word of Azgor himself she would be returned safely in a years time. Maybe they believed him and maybe they didn't... but in the end it didn't matter because his terms had been agreed too. The 'goddess' Athena would be his and while they might think that would make them safe they had no inkling of the Orc's true plan... he would defile their goddess completely and turn their symbol of light into a symbol of his power. She would return to them in a year, his child at her breast, and word would spread of the Orc that could conqueror the power of the heavens. He had awoken with the rising of the sun, knowing that it wouldn't be long before his prize arrived. His massive frame had stretched over his camp bed, helping to awaken him and remove the slight and lingering cramps from the nights sleep. Glancing to his side he saw that he was alone, Jae'lyll must have already awoken and started upon her task and the rest of his harem had been sent away, chained in chastity belts to ensure no others would use them he had gotten rid of the potential distractions while he dealt with only a single task... defiling a goddess. Slowly, still a little slow from his recent sleep he dressed, pulling on little more then a loincloth and belting a massive sword to his hips, gulping down most of a bottle of stolen wine with little concern for its taste as he made his way from his tend to the throne that had been erected for him, even with a tent build for an Orc he had needed to duck his head to get out. It was only when you saw him in contrast to the other Orcs that you realized just what you were dealing with, he was a good six inches taller then the average Orc and broader at the shoulder but what truly made him stand out was his color... his skin a dark grey that could nearly be called black, only distinguishable because of the tattoos that swirled and twisted across his body, black ink designs that were imbued with the simple but powerful magic of his people and some containing further work from Jae'lyll to strengthen and protect him. And speak of the ambitious little bitch there she was, appearing at his side almost like magic as he sat down on his throne, the mammoth bones creaking as his large frame made the leather that covered and bound them stretch. Well done. He growled, voice sounding like rocks grinding together, a landslide coming from his chest. Looking over he examined the needle that had been crafted, carefully lifted between two thick fingers and held for his inspection, truly it was a work of art on its own and the magic that it contained was perhaps move beautiful then the carefully crafted needle. This should give me the edge that I need in what will follow. Then he saw her, striding through the dirt of the camp as though she was above it, others backing away from her in fear of what might happen should they touch her while Azgor only grinned wide at the sight of her, settling the needle down onto an arm rest and reaching out to grab the ass of his Dark Elf witch. Glad to see they kept their word. He observed with a smirk upon his face, deformed slightly by his tusks. It would have been inconvenient to break down the city walls and drag you screaming from its ruins. Not that he wouldn't have done it anyway. Now lets make sure you understand your proper place... kneel. The last word was a clear command as he gestured to his feet, her proper place.