Thread: Portal - The Inquisition of Eastborne

Fire was everywhere, and it set the streets into corridors of heat and light. Small pockets of resistance still persisted, a few sergeants keeping control of their men, but it was a losing battle and everyone knew it. Fighting withdrawls were the order of hte day, buying time for civilians to get clear. Small pockets of Imperial soldiers moved into a building to sweep it clear. They smiled as they saw someone crouched in the corner, wrapped in a cloak, seeming to be working on something. You there! By the order of the Empire you will stand and face judgement. The lead soldier ordered. The person in the corner obliged by standing up. And up. ANd up. The soldiers flinched back as he reared up to his full hieght, towering over the men. He turned around, popping hte clasp on his cloak to let it fall, and they got a good look at his face. Clear blue eyes watched them, set into a reddish tinged skin, while his lips were peeled back in a wolfish grin, revealing predators tusks. Orc blooded for sure, and it looked to be running strong in this one. The lead soldier noted that the man was holding a two handed axe, a large sweeping blade on one side, and a hooked back spike on the other. You will surrender your weapons in the name of- The half-orc roared. It was a sound that ripped through the air, Loud and intense enough it almost felt like a physical blow.Seveal of the soldiers were descended from mountain peoples, and outirght panicked at the sound, something blood and bone deep from their hisrtory when they had learned that there were terrors waiting for them in the deep places of the world. The axe swept out, adn a terribl carnage began in the building, and the screams of the soldiers filled the air. A moment later the half-orc emerged, his axe held lightly in one hand, and a fistful of severed heads in the other. He cast his gaze around, seeing the guards fighting to hold off Imperial soldiers as civilians evacuated, adn moved to assit. He launched the heads at the backs of the soldiers, before reaching behind him to pull free his ranged weapon of choice. And Orcish shotput, it was simply a sphere of crude iron near on fifteen pounds, perhaps a shade heavier. To most it was simply heavy ball to be tossed, but to one that had the strength of the Orcs, it was a lethal tool. The sphere was hurled with tremendous force, and it connected with teh chest of a soldier turning in response to the thrown herads. His breastplate caved in, blood spraying from his mouth as he fell backwards. The half-orc swept his axe in a wide arc, aiming low, removing a number of legs before reaching for another shotput. He didn't throw this one, simply laying in around him with it. The sickening crunch of breaking bone filled the air, andn the soldiers began to turn to face this new threat. the guards didn't waste the opportunity, pressing forward to help crush the oncoming enemy. A few moemnts later, and the bloody business was over. The half-orc turned to the defenders. More of them. Where? He asked. One of them pointed to the west. They're trying to break through the main street. If they can push to the market square, they'll be able to cut off more than half of the city. The sergenat told him. The half-orc retrieved his thrown weapon, and stowed it, nodding to the guards. Get these people to safety. I will try and buy you some time. He told them, loping off into the distance. What the hell was that Sarge? A guard asked. Time. And by all the GOds, I wish we had a hundred more of him in here, we might be able to hold at that point. COme on, get these people moving, we have to keep moving. We can still link up with Shoreman's group. The sergeant ordered. His people moved to comply, losing sight of the half-orc as he melted into the smoke of the burning street. Whereever he was going, someone was likely to be having a very unfortunate day.