Thread: Nothing's Fair in Lust and War ((ikoshama and Vivid))

The Orc left the cabin and reentered the world that he had only temperately forgot that was reality. He soon remembered that blood was soaking the grass all about, and it had the think and stinging metallic stink to it. He tumbled back over the uneven terrain, making his way to the place that he would know would without a doubt strike some fear and more emotional, mental and spiritual anguish to her. He saw the castle that she was had grown up in her entire life. Walking towards the castle and he passed many of solders that were his peer when they trained for so long and hard for to make sure that this seize would be the one and only swift and quick assault that they had bee dreaming about for so long. He waved off most nosy troops and men who came by him poking and trying to get an idea about what was the contents of his sack. He just swung his large sword like the brute he was and all soon left not wanting to be on the receiving end of this blade. Sooner or later he finally reached the castle. Before looking back to see what everyone was doing before he entered the castle through a courtyard entrance, he looked up towards the sky to see that the moon that they had been fighting under was a red moon. Most of the demons and orcs didnt' know nearly anything about astrology, but some of the higher demons knew, when certain phenomenons occurred. They believed the moon would be proper to bring them luck in war, as to why they choose this night. It had been many charms of good fortune and luck. The Orc would pass a many of people who would be running to and fro with sacks just like his except theirs would be filling with all sorts of elven treasures flung over their broad shoulders. Most were leaving and finding their way out but he was only going deeper into the think stone cut walls that he would be able to soon find the main circular staircase that took him to the top of the palace and to the bedroom of her parents. He was working on carrying her up the stairs, but the top was way up there, about 5 flights that needed to be climbed he was getting a little worn. Although he pulled through and made it the top just fine. He was breathing heavily looking through each door poking his head in to see if that was the room, he was really just wondering. Then something was heard behind, back in the stairwell where he had just come from. He dropped the girl without thinking much of it, he took a few steps warily and then turned back. He had come too far to just have her wake up and somehow of gotten loose. He just tied the top of the sack into a quick loop, for some sort of mental reassurance. He stomped back towards the stairs when the figure he heard moments earlier stepped out of the well standing a few inches taller than he, which was impressive. He was lean and lanky, wearing some long robes with ropes as a belt, with a hood that he through back. He appeared to be a monk at first glance, from the garments the Orc knew that this wouldn't be some monk tailing him. Seeing the ears and the hair in braids it was obvious that he was an elf. Rushing the tall man he held his sword over his head and brought it down to strike where the elf had been. The elf had ducked and went under, pulling out a knife and attempted a quick stab in the lower back, but only to hit armor. The Orc turned on his heels with a back fist hit the elf who stumbled backwards but didn't fall. Regaining his balance he bolted for the bad which he assume was full of loot, grabbing the bag, but having some problems with the weight struggled, feeling that something was off he dropped the back and ran again. The Orc only saw him near his slave and run for his life after him, and barreled into the elf with his shoulder forward, knocking the elf off his feet. This still wouldn't be enough to knock the elf down, but it slowed him. The Orc grabbed the unknown elf and threw him back towards his slave to keep him from escaping. He wanted blood. His last assault was enough to disrupt the elf's freshly reacquired balance and he was on it's ass in front of the sack. The Orc placed his foot on the elf's chest to ensure that nothing would allow him to escape, pointing down with his sword he demanded, What did you think you'd be doing with my slave. The tall elf was caught off guard by his words he replied in his harsh and raspy voice, Calm down Orc. I didn't know that was a slave in there. And, is it an elven slave by any chance? His interest in the statement rather than disgust was something that the Orc wasn't anticipating. He thought the elf would be vulgarly repulsed by the idea of a slave, and not enjoying that it even remotely could be an elf. Then his voice...this was a dark elf, an ally at that. Realizing this he got up and helped the elf up, by extending his arm towards him, And yes, this is my elven slave. Which may I add is the the princess of elves. The king's daughter himself. The dark elf had now given the Orc his full attention and interest.