Great Orc Invasion of Sazius

**The Great Orc Invasion of Sazius** were a series of battles, raids, and conquests by the invading Orcs into the world of Sazius against the already established human, elves, dwarves, and to a limited extent the Cursed people. (**Note this page is broken up into different stories collected from the time by** **Lokadi Numalred**)

## Prelude

### Humans

The humans mastery of arts and technology granted them hegemony over Sazius before the Great Orc Invasion. They had established a powerful civilization, with advanced societies and kingdoms spread across the world. Their cities were centers of trade, culture, and learning, and they held great influence over the other races. But were weak due to how un-centralized they were.

### Elves

Unlike the humans, the elves had a very different political structure and unity during the Great Orc Invasion. They were a race deeply connected to nature, possessing an ancient wisdom and a profound understanding of the world's magical energies. Their societies were organized under the guidance of a chosen king, an individual believed to be directly chosen by the gods themselves to lead their people.

### Dwarves

The dwarves were a civilization primarily centered around economic activities and mining. Renowned for their exceptional craftsmanship and unparalleled skills in extracting precious minerals from the depths of the earth, the dwarves had built grand underground cities and vast mining networks throughout Sazius. And would only be truly united by powerful dwarf leaders that came up to stop the Great Orc Invasion.From distant realms, the orcs arose, A force of might,

### The Cursed

Throughout the Great Orc Invasion of Sazius, the Cursed peoples remained shrouded in mystery and secrecy. Little was known about them, and they rarely interacted with the other races, keeping to the shadows and the fringes of civilization. But some cursed did help the Humans, Elves, and dwarves.

### Orcs

The orcs, a people not native to the known world, emerged as formidable invaders during the Great Orc Invasion of Sazius. While some orc tribes had previously lived in Sazius in relative peace, they were in the minority. The majority of the orcs were newcomers, driven by their nomadic lifestyle and the need for more food and in resources to sustain their growing populations.

## Phase I: Invasion Begins

Their numbers grows, Driven by famine, desperate they came, To claim new lands, to forge their name. A warlord rose, his ambitions grand, Unite the Orcish tribes, conquer the land, With fiery eyes and heart of stone, He vowed to make Sazius his throne. That mans name was Vidarok, Vidarok The Great.

### The Croydon Tale I

In the peaceful southern Human town of Croydon, the ruler Vettias was throwing a grand festival celebrating the year of the crop. But as this festival was going on, no one knew what was about to happen. All of a sudden, giant footsteps could be heard from outside the city, clanging of swords and metals filled the empty air. As soon as everyone stopped, everything started again but with chaos. The first orc raid on Sazius had begun. Vettias, completely unprepared, gathered all of the men he could and began to fortify the walls and the inner city. The invader generals, Horknuth, and Agronak The Tall started the siege of the city, but it would not last for long. The invaders broke down the small gate, entering in and slaughtering everyone in their path. As Vettias fled, the fate of Croydon hung in the balance. The once-peaceful town now lay in ruins, its streets stained with the blood of its inhabitants. A invasion had begun, leaving devastation in its wake, and the world of Sazius would never be the same again.

### The Croydon Tale II

Vettias quickly went to warn Valdimar of The South, the most powerful southern human leader. He rode through the night, his heart heavy with sorrow and urgency. Valdimar's kingdom was known for its vast armies and strategic prowess, and he was the only hope to rally the neighboring lands against the oncoming orc invasion. As dawn broke, Vettias arrived at Valdimar's imposing fortress, exhausted but determined. The guards recognized him and hurriedly escorted him to the throne room, where Valdimar awaited. With a deep bow, Vettias recounted the horrors he had witnessed in Croydon, and the dire need for the united strength of the human kingdoms. Valdimar, a wise and stern ruler, listened attentively. His expression now filled with concern as he weighed the gravity of the news. He knew the unknown invasion could not be ignored, for it threatened all the southern human of Sazius. "We shall not stand idly by while our brethren suffer," Valdimar declared, rising from his throne. "Gather the commanders and messengers. We must call for a council of the southern lands, and together, we shall form an alliance to face this great threat." With Vettias at his side, Valdimar dispatched messengers to the neighboring kingdoms. The word spread like wildfire, and soon, representatives from various lands arrived at Valdimar's fortress, their eyes filled with worry and determination. The council convened under the shadow of the looming threat. Each leader shared their tales of raids and devastation, their voices united in the need for solidarity and defense. It was decided that Valdimar would lead the united forces, and he named Vettias as his second-in-command, recognizing the courage he had shown in the face of the initial onslaught. With a united front, the armies of the southern lands marched towards Croydon, determined to retake the town and drive the orcs back. The once peaceful festival ground now bore witness to a massive encampment.

### The Croydon Tale III

As Valdimar of The South arrived with his army of 10,000 Southern Humans soldiers, Vettias saw that the invaders army were much bigger now numbering at 50,000 [Ancient sources. Prob less then 30,000] Unknown invaders. But none the less the battle began. The clash of steel echoed across the battlefield as the armies of Valdimar and the invaders collided. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the relentless onslaught. Valdimar, Vettias, and the other human leaders fought with valor, but the invaders proved to be an overwhelming force. Despite their best efforts, the human alliance was outmatched and outnumbered. The invaders fought with a savage ferocity, cutting through the human ranks like a scythe through wheat. The human defenses couldn't stem the tide of the invaders onslaught. As the battle wore on, the humans suffered heavy casualties. Valdimar and Vettias fought side by side, leading their troops with unwavering resolve. But their efforts proved futile against the sheer might and ruthlessness of the invading general, Horknuth. In a fateful clash, Horknuth faced Valdimar in a duel of champions. Despite his skill and bravery, Valdimar fell before the brutal might of the orc warlord. The human forces watched in horror as their leader was struck down, and a wave of despair swept through their ranks. Seeing their ruler fall, the humans' morale plummeted, and chaos descended upon the battlefield. With the death of their leaders, the human alliance lost its cohesion, and their defense crumbled. Vettias, witnessing the fall of Valdimar, fought on with even greater determination, seeking vengeance for his fallen comrade. He struck down many foes, but the odds were too overwhelming. In the midst of the chaos, Agronak The Tall confronted Vettias, and their weapons clashed with deadly intent. Despite his courage, Vettias was eventually overwhelmed by the invaders sheer strength and fell in battle, and was subsequently captured. With the human leaders gone, the remaining defenders were left leaderless, and their resistance faltered. The invaders achieved a decisive victory, and Croydon lay in ruins, its streets filled with the fallen. The southern lands suffered a devastating blow, and news of the defeat spread like wildfire to the neighboring kingdoms.

### The Mydonis

Mydon, an Eastern human ruler, stood at his small outpost, looking out onto the darkness of the late day. With keen eyes, he spotted a group of 5,000 creatures approaching, identified as Orcs. They came not far from the outpost before halting, their demand for surrender echoing across the land. In response, the humans swiftly opened fire, unleashing a hail of arrows upon the Orcish horde. The heavy arrow fire inflicted significant casualties on the Orcs, but they soon regrouped, determined to launch a fierce assault. Despite the humans' valiant efforts, the relentless Orcs managed to break through their defenses, seizing control of most of the outpost. Despair gripped the hearts of Mydon and his fellow defenders, for it seemed that all hope was lost. However, just as darkness threatened to envelop the outpost, a rumble from the mountains heralded the arrival of reinforcements. 5,000 stout Dwarves, renowned warriors from their mountain halls, marched forth to aid the humans. Their hammers, axes, and swords glinted in the fading light as they joined the fray. Together, united in purpose, human and Dwarf fought side by side against the encroaching Orcish onslaught. With the arrival of the Dwarves, the tide of battle began to shift. Mydon, fueled by a renewed determination, led his forces with unwavering courage. The alliance of humans and Dwarves fought as one, pushing back the Orcs with each stroke of their weapons. The air echoed with battle cries and the clash of arms, as the forces clashed in a contest of wills. In a relentless surge, the united army managed to repel the first Orc incursion into the East. The Orcish horde, now driven back, retreated under the weight of their losses. Victory belonged to the united front.

## Phase II: Northern Theater

### Northern Human Chronicles

Alvurth, the Great King of the North, had heard rumors of raids sweeping through the western lands. Initially dismissive, he grew grave when news reached him of Fort Yellow's destruction. It was only then that he began to grasp the gravity of the situation. The raiders, led by Orcs under the command of Vidarok The Great, were a formidable threat. Determined, Alvurth dispatched a delegation to the Orcs, urging surrender. In a brutal display, the Orcs returned the heads of the emissaries, leaving Alvurth with no choice but to declare war. Swiftly, Alvurth marshaled his forces, assembling an army of 30,000 Northern Humans. A surprising alliance was formed as 5,000 Elves, led by Qildor, joined their ranks. Embarking on the path of confrontation, Alvurth's army encountered a cursed mercenary band led by Asakura The Cursed, consisting of 3,000 formidable warriors. Uniting their strengths, the combined force of 38,000 soldiers stood ready for the pivotal battle that awaited them. Taking the forefront, Alvurth addressed his assembled forces with an invigorating speech, rallying their spirits for the impending conflict. “Stand united, a force to be reckoned with, against the dark tide that threatens our lands. The raids in the western lands, the destruction of Fort Yellow, these are not mere isolated incidents. No, my fellow men and elves, this is an affront to the very essence of our realm! Vidarok The Great, with his horde of orcs, has dared to challenge our sovereignty, to spill the blood of our kin. But we shall not cower, we shall not falter. They sent back the heads of our envoys, thinking it would strike fear into our hearts. Instead, it has ignited a fire that burns brighter than ever before!

### The Great Western Battle (A Elf retelling/A short epic)

In realms where Western winds do howl and sweep, A clash of heroes and dark forces deep. Allied in purpose, humans and Elves stood, Against Vidarok's Orcs, a malevolent brood.

Beneath the scorching sun's relentless gaze, The battlefield blazed in a fiery haze. Swords clashed and shields resounded in the din, As blood and valor mingled, evil to win.

In this tumultuous theater of strife, A symphony of life and death danced rife. Fate's tapestry woven with threads of dread, As warriors fought and the fallen bled.

Qildor, the noble Elf with spirit pure, Stood firm in battle, his purpose sure. But destiny's hand, its design unfurled, Took him from the world, his flag unfurled.

Amidst the chaos, an alliance frayed, Human commanders saw the price displayed. Retreat they chose, a tactical retreat, To gather strength anew, their foes to meet.

Though victory slipped from their grasp that day, Hope persevered, lighting the darkened way. A saga etched in time's enduring stone, Of battles fought and valor fully known.

### Siege of North Point I

As the human forces retreated, they became separated from their cursed allies. Alvurth returned to his capital city, known as North Point. He sent word to the Elves about the defeat, marking the official commencement of Elven intervention in the Great War of conquest. News soon reached the Elves from the Dwarves, who had fallen victim to Orc raids as well. King Ethlando of the Elves convened a meeting with Alvurth and Mastraen of The Dwarves. During this crucial summit, they learned about the Southern humans' fall to the Orcs. In response, they formally forged a united front to combat the Orc threat. Amidst these deliberations, word arrived of the Orcs' rapid advance toward North Point. Alvurth hastened to the city and began preparations for an impending and protracted siege. In a minor skirmish, the human commander Madelon achieved a significant victory by defeating the Orcs. She managed to slay one Orc commander, Xolag, and captured his son, Xolag II, extracting valuable Orcish plans and war strategies. This intelligence proved vital in the humans' fight against the Orcs. However, the colossal Orc army eventually arrived at North Point, having razed or ravaged the surrounding towns and villages. The city's fortifications were among the most formidable in all of Sazius at that time. Vidarok The Great, upon reaching the city, observed its robust defenses. Though he assumed it might be undermanned, he ordered a frontal assault from the center. This attack, commanded by Orc general Rugorim, proved futile, as the elite human archers, trained by the Elves, mowed down the Orcs before they could even breach the walls. With this failed attempt, Vidarok devised a new strategy: constructing a ramp to scale the mighty walls. This endeavor was entrusted to Ignatz, another Orc leader.

### Northern Human Resistance (Siege of North Point II)

As the construction of the ramp progressed in the already-conquered regions of the North, the survivors of the devastating raids banded together in a desperate bid to rebel against the Orcs, aiming to alleviate the pressure of the ongoing siege. This insurrection was placed under the command of Hrathen, a seasoned mercenary. Their efforts were concentrated on raiding Orc supplies and outposts, a strategy aimed at weakening the Orc forces over time. In a pivotal clash, the rebels achieved a resounding victory against the Orc troops commanded by Perthag The Orc, ultimately slaying him on the battlefield. However, news soon reached Hrathen that a substantial Orc army had been dispatched to quell the rebellion. In response, he rallied all available resistance fighters, numbering up to 5,000 strong, and commenced fortifying their position for an impending assault. Orc general Ulmragha The Great arrived at the scene, leading a formidable force of 15,000 Orcs. The stage was set for a final confrontation, one that would determine the fate of the human resistance. The Orcs sought to obliterate the rebellion once and for all, while the humans stood firm, driven by the desperate desire for freedom. Barricades were raised, defenses reinforced, and determination kindled as the resistance prepared for the inevitable clash. The air was tense with anticipation, both sides aware that the outcome of this battle would resonate through history. Hrathen, undeterred, addressed his fighters, igniting their spirits with his rallying words. As the Orcs advanced, the clash was fierce, a relentless maelstrom of swords and arrows, of desperate human resistance against the overpowering Orc might. The battlefield echoed with battle cries, the clash of steel, and the tolling of destiny. Amidst the chaos, the humans fought valiantly, each thrust and parry an act of defiance against overwhelming odds. But the Orcs, relentless and fearsome, pressed on, their sheer numbers threatening to crush the human resistance. In the heart of the tempest, Hrathen stood tall, a beacon of hope and determination. It was a fight not just for survival, but for the very spirit of the North. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield, the final stand of the human resistance reached its climax. The fate of North Point hung in the balance, its destiny intertwined with the resolve of those who dared to stand against the darkness.

### Death of Alvurth (Siege of North Point III)

Upon learning of the resistance's downfall, Alvurth and his council faced the grim reality of time slipping through their fingers. The Orcs, having completed the ramp's construction, prepared to launch their final assault. Ignatz, assembling a force of the most skilled Orc warriors, around 3,000 in number, positioned the ramp against the walls. As the ramp advanced, attempts to set it ablaze were in vain, allowing the Orcs to begin their ascent. Alvurth swiftly deployed his elite and seasoned troops to guard the front wall, while archers from the ground unleashed a volley upon the ascending Orcs. These invaders encountered a human barricade, where shield-bearing warriors and spearmen, totaling just 300, stood ready. With each orc felled by the human spears, Ignatz recognized the failing nature of the assault and devised a new strategy. Ordered by Ignatz, the Orc archers launched flaming arrows into the wooden city, igniting a devastating blaze. Witnessing his beloved city ablaze, Alvurth knew he had to take action. Rallying 300 elite spearmen, he led a charge down the ramp, personally disrupting the Orc advance. Alvurth pressed forward, the odds against him, his determination unshaken. As the battle raged, Alvurth's resounding cry rang out, "¡VERN, VERN, FHTOLL TUSH RUME ATICK!" (Translated from the ancient human tongue, it meant "FIGHT, FIGHT, BLOOD PUSH THEM BACK!") His rallying call invigorated the warriors around him, a defiant roar amidst the chaos. Amidst the fray, civilians and soldiers evacuated North Point under Alvurth's command, seeking sanctuary in the Elven highlands. The epic clash between the leaders, Ignatz and Alvurth, culminated in a victory for the latter. As their duel ended, and the remaining civilians fled the city, Alvurth and his courageous 20 elite warriors found themselves encircled. Alvurth, atop a mound of fallen Orcs, issued the somber command for his own demise. With heavy hearts, his men complied, and as Alvurth fell, he uttered his final words: "Fhtoll dtis poal x jerr," (translated from ancient human tongue, meaning "blood is all I see.") Amidst the dwindling battle, the remaining humans faced capture and, ultimately, execution. The story of Alvurth's heroic last stand and the fall of North Point and would echo through time, a tale of valor and sacrifice.

## Phase III: Southern Elf Campaign

### The Elf Retelling (Aftermath of the Fall of the northern humans)

After the devastating fall of North Point, hordes of humans sought refuge in the protective embrace of the Elven highlands. Among them was Madelon, who valiantly guided the displaced to safety. It was here that Madelon, with a heavy heart, met with Ethlando, the King of the Elves. The tale of North Point's ruin spilled from her lips, a dire account that demanded Elven intervention. In response, Ethlando assured Madelon that the Elf forts stood resolute against any Orc aggression. These bastions of Elven strength had stood the test of time and would continue to guard against the encroaching darkness. But Ethlando's reassurances did not mask the grim reality in the south. Ethlando painted a dire picture: the few human kingdoms and cities that remained in the south were under an overwhelming siege, unable to withstand the relentless onslaught. The Southlands were on the brink of collapse, their resistance crumbling. In the midst of this darkness, Ethlando beseeched Madelon, along with the Elf generals Kolvar and Arathorn, to lend their aid. Their mission was clear – to halt the Orc advance and bolster the human forces struggling to hold the line. With the weight of the North's fall heavy upon them, Madelon, Kolvar, and Arathorn stood united, bound by a shared purpose. They embarked on a new campaign, a Southern Elf endeavor to push back the encroaching Orc tide and rekindle the flame of hope in lands marred by despair.

### Battle of Narameir Forest

The three generals embarked with a force of 5,000 Northern Humans and 15,000 Elves, converging with Southern human general Laurentius and his 2,000 soldiers. The four leaders were informed of an impending Orc advance, led by commanders Horknuth, Sunodagh, Koffutto, and Agronak The Tall. The Orc forces numbered a staggering 100,000, although various sources suggested a range between 30,000 and 60,000. Kolvar and Arathorn debated strategy; some advocated a tactical withdrawal, while others proposed eliminating the smaller Orc force commanded by Sakgu and subsequently ambushing the larger one. Ultimately, a decision was reached: they would march to eliminate the smaller force first. The ensuing battle with the smaller Orc force was brief, marked by the precision of Elven archers and the valor of the combined forces. After securing this initial victory, they devised a trap, concealing themselves amidst the foliage on the side of the road. Scouts soon reported the approach of the larger Orc army, a force whose outcome would seal the fate of all involved. As the Orc column, led by Horknuth, advanced along the road, the Elves and humans sprang forth from their hidden positions, raining arrows upon their unsuspecting foes. Shields formed an unyielding barrier against the Orc charge, but the momentum shifted as the battle intensified. Horknuth fell, an arrow to the neck sealing his fate. The Orc forces, recognizing the perilous situation, attempted to break through the human-Elf lines, but their efforts were repelled. Sunodagh, and Koffutto sensing defeat, fled into the unknown, vanishing from the battlefield forever. As the final push ensued, Arathorn met his end, but the combined human-Elf forces valiantly pressed on. With relentless determination, they drove back the Orc onslaught until none remained, the field now strewn with the fallen. As the dust settled and the cheers of victory subsided, a somber truth emerged. Arathorn, one of the valiant Elf generals, lay among the fallen, his sacrifice etching his name into the annals of heroism. His loss was deeply felt, a reminder of the cost of such a hard-fought victory. With Horknuth killed and Agronak The Tall captured and executed, and Sunodagh and Koffutto vanished, the Orc commanders' forces were shattered, their ambitions thwarted. The Southern Elf Campaign had succeeded in delivering a decisive blow to the Orc menace, providing respite for the beleaguered human kingdoms.

### Southern Human Frontier

Upon the arrival of the Elf-Human armies in the old southern human city of Volkinburg, a momentous decision was made. Laurentius, distinguished by his leadership and valor, was hailed as the Grand General of the south, entrusted with the command of the southern frontier in the ongoing invasion. Meanwhile, the Elven King decreed that Madelon, having fulfilled her duty, should return to the elven lands. Assembling her contingent of 5,000 soldiers, Madelon marched out, leaving the remaining forces to defend the newly established frontier.

## Phase: IV: Eastern Theater

### The Book of The Mines (Later retelling)

#### Book I

Jughragh strode along the shifting sands, straddling the realm betwixt the known and the unknown, his resolve unyielding. He turned, his fierce gaze directed towards his assembled brethren, his voice a rallying cry that pierced the air, "ORCS! WE STAND AGAINST THE FOULNESS OF SAZIUS! TORAY, OUR KIN IN THE WEST (North), AND SOUTH HAVE CLASHED FOR TOO LONG! NOW IS OUR MOMENT!" The Eastern Orcish horde, once repelled, had returned with renewed might. Jughragh knew this was the hour of reckoning, the juncture where destiny itself hung in the balance. The Orcs, undeterred by past defeats, had amassed greater numbers, emboldened by their previous victories over the Dwarves and the Eastern Humans. The victory had bred complacency, and the lands were left unfortified, a grave oversight that Jughragh now sought to exploit. With fiery oratory, his words ignited the hearts of his kin. With the echoes of his speech resonating in the wind, the Orcish host surged forward, a force that crossed the eastern threshold with unrelenting purpose. This was not merely an invasion; it was a proclamation, a declaration that their time had come.

#### Book II

***Sing, goddess, of the anger of Hicetaon, brother of Mydon.***

In the eastern city of Klada, Hicetaon stood, his gaze fixed, as his brother Mydon returned to the triumphant cheers of the crowd. Mydon rode into the heart of the city, a hero's welcome enveloping him. Yet amidst the jubilation, an undercurrent of doubt coursed through Hicetaon. Mydon, basking in the celebration, saw himself as the conqueror of the Orcs, the victor who had sealed the fate of the war. The city's fervor affirmed his conviction, painting the horizon as a realm finally free of the Orcish threat. But Hicetaon's perceptive mind held a different view. As he watched Mydon's return and the festivities unfold, a whisper of skepticism echoed within him. He knew the Orcs, their tenacity etched in his memory, were not easily subdued. Their battle cries lingered, and he understood that the war's true outcome was a tale yet to be told. In the midst of the celebrations, while Mydon embraced the acclaim, Hicetaon remained contemplative. He carried the weight of foresight, comprehending the nuances that eluded others. His eyes pierced through the veneer of victory, recognizing a conflict that stretched beyond the battlefield, one that lay rooted in doubt within a brother's heart.

#### Book III

"My liege, we have reported significant movement along the outskirts of the mesa," reported Sigered. "Do you believe it could be—" he paused, uncertainty evident in his voice, "—no, they were defeated. Unless… I should send word to Mydon and Hicetaon. I shall meet with them," proclaimed Ritvirik the Wise. Ritvirik rode at the head of a company of his men, destined to meet with Mydon and Hicetaon. As he entered the city, Ritvirik beheld billowing smoke clouds engulfing the skyline. Mydon and Hicetaon emerged to greet him, their faces etched with concern. "Mydon and Hicetaon, it warms my heart to see you both," Ritvirik began, his tone grave. "However, I've come with weighty news. The Orcs have returned. That smoke shrouds their camp—" "But," Mydon interjected, his brow furrowed, "the Orcs were vanquished in the east. I witnessed their defeat personally." Ritvirik's eyes held a somber wisdom as he replied, "The forces you encountered might not have been their main strength. They have been amassing power, a formidable army that could surpass both our forces combined. Perhaps even the dwarves'." Hicetaon's voice cut through the tense air, "Then we must unite our strength. I will send word to the dwarves, seek their aid." “Agreed," Ritvirik nodded, determination lighting his gaze. "The die is cast. Together, our forces shall merge, a formidable alliance against the looming threat." With their resolve firm, Ritvirik departed, riding off towards the horizon, the echoes of their agreement reverberating, heralding the forthcoming clash—the greatest battle the east would ever know.

#### Book IV

As Ritvirik the Wise returned to his homeland, a sense of urgency weighed heavily upon him. He knew that time was no longer a friend, and he had to act swiftly. Riding at the head of his retinue, Ritvirik entered his capital city of Annouta. Even before his arrival, he had dispatched orders for his generals to assemble the army, for he understood that the survival of their realm depended on their swiftness and unity. Meanwhile, Mydon and Hicetaon were also on the march. The urgency of the situation spurred them to swiftly gather their armies, and with a resolute determination, they set out to meet the looming threat. Jughragh, sensing an opportunity in the chaos, decided that the time had come to unleash the full ferocity of the Orcish horde. Their brutal and savage reputation would be their weapon, and the mesa of the east would be the stage for their onslaught. The human armies had not yet met, and this was the moment Jughragh had been waiting for. With cunning tactics and brutal determination, the Orcs located the juncture where the two human armies would converge. There, they laid a cunning ambush, concealed amidst the rugged terrain, waiting in grim anticipation for the impending clash. The very earth seemed to tremble in anticipation of the battle to come.

#### Book V

As the two eastern human armies converged at the junction point, Mydon, Hicetaon, and Ritvirik dismounted their horses. They met in the middle, their faces etched with the gravity of the situation. Unbeknownst to them, it was all a trap, a deadly ambush waiting to be sprung. In a sudden eruption of chaos, the Orcs burst forth from their concealed positions, catching the unsuspecting human soldiers off guard. Panic and confusion spread like wildfire as the Orcish forces charged with merciless intent. The junction point became a blood-soaked battleground, and the element of surprise was firmly on the side of the Orcs. Amidst the turmoil, Hicetaon's treacherous blade was unleashed upon Ritvirik and Mydon. His shocking betrayal reverberated through the battlefield as he declared his allegiance to the Orcs, drawing a portion of the human soldiers to his side. Mydon and Hicetaon found themselves locked in a fierce and bitter duel, the clashing of their blades mirroring the profound anger and betrayal that now consumed them. As hope dwindled and death seemed inevitable, an unexpected savior arrived. Ritvirik's shock cavalry, renowned as the finest in the world, thundered onto the battlefield. With a ferocious charge, they tore into the Orcish lines, shattering their ranks and creating a brief respite for Mydon, Ritvirik, and a few hundred remaining men. As the dust settled and the cries of battle faded, it was the Orcs who stood victorious on the blood-soaked battlefield. Mydon and Ritvirik, battered and defeated, their forces now in the hands of the Orcish horde. The realm's destiny had taken a dire turn, and the Orcs, with Jughragh at their helm, reveled in their savage triumph. The once-united human forces were broken, and the future of the eastern lands hung in the balance, shrouded in uncertainty and shadow.

#### Book VI

As the massive gates to the great Dwarven city swung open, the inquisitive eyes of the Dwarven people fixated on the approaching eastern humans. Tension hung in the air, a remnant of the bitter history that marked the relationship between the two races. Despite their past cooperation in vanquishing the Orcs, the scars of the Human Crusades, also known as the Human-Dwarf War, still lingered. Ritvirik and Mydon, undaunted by the palpable tension, ventured deeper into the city, determined to seek an audience with Mastraen, the leader of the Dwarves. There, within the heart of the Dwarf keep, they shared the grim tale of the recent defeat of the eastern human armies at the hands of the Orcs. Mastraen's countenance shifted from curiosity to deep concern as he absorbed the dire news. He had hoped the eastern humans would stand firm against the Orcish threat. With a heavy heart, Mastraen recounted events that followed the battle. He revealed that, after the Orcs' victory, they had swiftly moved to besiege and capture an important Dwarf city. Once the siege was broken, the Orcs had ruthlessly reduced it to smoldering ruins. Alarming reports from scouts indicated that the Orcish army had mysteriously vanished, leaving behind an unsettling sense of uncertainty. Silence enveloped the room as Ritvirik pondered the grim turn of events. Before the weight of the situation could fully settle, a Dwarf named Brurmat the Greater burst into the chamber. His frantic cries shattered the stillness, announcing that the Orcs had launched a devastating assault on the Dwarf forces. Worse yet, they had succeeded in capturing Dwarf General Khedoick. Faced with this dire revelation, Mastraen wasted no time. He ordered the immediate evacuation of the city, recognizing that its fall was now inevitable. Together with Ritvirik and Mydon, they hurried to join the remnants of the Dwarf forces. The Orcs, relentless in their campaign, laid siege to the Dwarf capital, reducing it to ashes as they ravaged its storied halls, a poignant symbol of the realm's irrevocable transformation.

#### Book VII

The Dwarves and the remaining Eastern humans convened to deliberate their next steps. Reports had reached them, detailing the relentless pressure being exerted on scattered and fragmented Dwarf armies. It was clear that the Orcs were pushing the Dwarves back on multiple fronts. In response to this dire situation, the leadership of the alliance concluded that a shift in strategy was imperative. They recognized that head-on confrontations were futile against the overwhelming Orc army. Instead, they opted for a guerrilla approach, relying on ambushes and smaller-scale attacks. Their objective was to wear down the Orc army, to sap their strength and resolve over time. With this strategy in mind, they initiated numerous raids and surprise attacks, seeking to cripple the Orcs' supply lines and disrupt their logistical support. The alliance's forces, now united in purpose, embarked on a campaign of relentless harassment and calculated strikes. Their hope was that these tactics would gradually erode the Orcs' ability to sustain their campaign, leading to a shift in the balance of power on the battlefield.

## Phase V: Orc Northern Push

### The Seven Forts

Following the Siege of North Point, the Orcs led by Vidarok had been forced to halt their advance due to significant losses. However, when word reached Vidarok that Jughragh had initiated an eastern offensive, he recognized that the opportunity had presented itself once more. With determination, Vidarok rallied his army, preparing to launch an assault on the seven Elf forts that guarded the Elf mainland and highlands. Vidarok understood that a direct assault on these formidable forts would likely result in heavy casualties. Therefore, under the cover of night, he orchestrated a bold maneuver, slipping his entire army past the forts unnoticed. As the first rays of dawn illuminated the horizon, Elf General Fenian, responsible for the defense of all seven forts, was jolted awake by a startling revelation — the Orcs had encircled all seven strongholds. Vidarok, his imposing figure astride a monstrous mount, approached the fort where Fenian commanded. In a surprising turn of events, Vidarok offered the Elves a chance to surrender. Faced with overwhelming odds and the bleak prospect of victory, Fenian reluctantly accepted the Orcs' terms. With this unforeseen turn of events, the balance of power in the ongoing invasion had shifted once more, as the Orcs now held a significant advantage over both the Elves and the Humans, raising the stakes of the conflict.

## Phase VI: Dwarf Final Stand

### Mastraen’s Story

Amidst the deteriorating situation in the east, where the odds seemed stacked against the Humans and Dwarves, the leadership recognized the urgent need for a decisive victory. Ritvirik proposed a daring strategy — targeting the Orc leadership, which he believed was the linchpin of their success. His suggestion resonated with the gathered leaders, and a consensus was reached. However, the plan didn't involve a large-scale military assault. Mastraen, the Dwarven leader, voiced his concern about the heavy casualties the Dwarves had already suffered. Instead, it was decided that the Orc leadership would be eliminated through a more covert and targeted approach. Top Dwarf generals and skilled fighters, including Mydon, were selected for this perilous mission. Their objective: to infiltrate and strike at the heart of the Orc leadership, aiming to disrupt the enemy's command structure and turn the tide of the war.

### The Reconia

Ritvirik, with a firm voice, listed the distinguished generals and skilled fighters chosen for this critical mission:

* **Mastraen of The Dwarfs**
* **Lotruri [Dwarf]**
* **Okdrur [Dwarf]**
* **Brurmat The Greater [Dwarf]**
* **Brurmat The Lesser [Dwarf]**
* **Mydon [Human]**
* **Phegeus [Human]**
* **Kroisos [Human]**
* **Miloslav [Human]**
* **Erotium [Human]**

This formidable assembly represented the best of both Dwarven and Human warriors, united by a common goal — to eliminate the Orc leadership and alter the course of the war.

### The Short Man

As the night descended, the combined forces of Humans and Dwarves, embarked on a perilous mission deep within the heart of the Orc camp. The Dwarven contingent, known for their legendary stealth and precision, moved through the camp like shadows, silently dispatching Orc guards. Lotruri and Okdrur's axes cleaved through the darkness, leaving no trace of their foes. ensuring no alarm was raised. Simultaneously, the Human warriors, navigated the pitch-black night to reach the central command tent. Their coordinated efforts ensured that their presence remained undetected. The team reached the central command tent where the Orc leaders Jughragh, Vrigka, Azuk, Braugh, Kaghed, and Sakgu awaited. A tumultuous battle erupted as each member of the team engaged an Orc leader in a fierce struggle.

- Mastraen, the Dwarven leader, faced off against Jughragh, the Orc commander. Their battle was intense. Mastraen charged at Jughragh knocking him down. Jughragh grabbed his sword and went into for the final killing blow but Mastraen saw this and dodged and ran his spear into Jughragh neck.

- Lotruri and Okdrur, the Dwarven warriors, joined forces to take on Vrigka, the Orc leader. Their coordinated attack overwhelmed Vrigka, sealing his fate.

- Brurmat The Greater and Brurmat The Lesser, the two Dwarves, engaged Azuk. but Azuk was skilled and managed to kill Brurmat The Lesser before being killed by Brurmat The Greater.

- Phegeus and Kroisos, the Human fighters, confronted Kaghed. Their combined strength and tactics proved too much for Kaghed to withstand.

- Miloslav and Erotium, the Human warriors, faced off against Braugh. Despite the fierce resistance, they managed to overcome Braugh.

In the final moments of the battle, as the dust settled, the Orc leaders lay defeated. However, the cost of victory had been high. The brave team of Dwarves and Humans had accomplished their mission, But the battle was not yet over. As Mydon met Hicetaon on the field he knew that only one person would be walking away from this. But all of a sudden Mydon heard the thunderous roar of the Orc horde closing in. The remaining Orc warriors, enraged by the loss of their leaders, began to charge In that dire moment, the Dwarven and Human, who had fought valiantly alongside Mydon throughout the night, rallied to his side. Their bodies battered and their spirits unwavering, they formed a protective shield around Mydon, determined to defend him from the encroaching Orc horde and let him have this duel. Amidst the chaos, Mydon and Hicetaon's duel started. The clash of their blades reverberated through the night, a symbol of the deeply rooted conflicts that had torn their family apart. Hicetaon still filled with rage didn’t think about his attack, but he had strength on his side. Mydon on the other hand, coordinated his attacks. As the dwarves and humans defended from thousands of orcs they began to fall one by one first being Lotruri but they would not give up, killing orc after orc. As the duel raged on eventually Hicetaon was able to cut off Mydon arm but just as Hicetaon thought he had won, Mydon ran his sword through Hicetaon’s heart. Mydon had won but when he looked around he saw almost everyone dead besides Mastraen who had cut a bloody suave through the orc lines. Mastraen seeing Mydon had won brought a smile to his face before two orcs plunge their blade into him killing the great dwarf. The remaining orcs charged Mydon but even with 1 arm he held them off before killing the last orc he was stabbed but he pressed on. In the end, as the last Orc fell, Mydon stood victorious but not unscathed. His body bore fresh wounds, and right where he had triumphed, he would die from his wounds but die as a hero he did. The fallen Dwarves and Humans had defended him with unwavering loyalty, allowing him to emerge from the crucible of battle with his brother's fate sealed and the mission accomplished. Their sacrifice would forever be remembered in the annals of history.

## Phase VII: Final Theater

### Battle of The Sazius Sea

In the wake of the fall of the Northern Human lands, the Orcs sought to exploit a sea route to invade the heartland of the Elves. With the Seven Forts under their control, the Orcs, under the leadership of the Orc Admiral Wurgoth, began a daring endeavor to build a navy capable of challenging the might of the Elven fleet. Word of this impending threat reached the ears of the Elven Admiral Tiarsus, who understood the importance of preserving their naval dominance. Tiarsus set sail with a fleet of 70 Elven-style ships, determined to face the Orc navy head-on. As the two forces met on the open seas, Wurgoth, though less experienced in naval warfare, devised a strategy to outflank the Elven fleet. He left a gap in the middle of his formation, intending to divide and conquer. However, Tiarsus, a seasoned naval tactician, recognized the inherent weaknesses of the 100 human-style ships in Wurgoth's fleet. With a swift and decisive maneuver, Tiarsus ordered all Elven ships to focus their assault on the center of the Orc formation. The powerful Elven vessels surged forward, their superior speed and strength proving to be formidable. In this initial clash, the center lines of the Orc navy were decimated, as the Elven ships cut through them like a blade through the heart. Realizing the dire situation, Wurgoth, who commanded from the left flank, issued an order for his flanks to converge upon the center, intending to crush the entire Elven navy in one fell swoop. Tiarsus, quick to adapt, recognized the Orc tactic and, with a resolute determination, ordered his ships out of the vulnerable center. The Orc ships, crashed into the elven ships unable to escape in time in the center, resulting in the loss of approximately 20 Elven ships. However, Tiarsus refused to yield. He issued another audacious command for the remaining Elven ships to converge once more, employing the same tactic that the Orcs had tried against them. The swifter Elven vessels managed to execute this maneuver successfully, but the slower human-style ships in Wurgoth's fleet were unable to escape in time. The result was a devastating collision, with the remaining Elven ships crushing the remaining Orc vessels. Amidst the chaos of the battle, Wurgoth met his end. The decisive victory of the Elven navy, though not without sacrifice, had secured their dominance over the seas, ensuring the safety of the Elven heartland from the Orc threat.

### Battle of Sazius - Prelude

Ritvirik The Wise assumed command of the eastern human forces, while Dorastrin, brother of Brurmat The Greater, led the dwarves. However, disagreements arose between Ritvirik and Dorastrin regarding their next course of action. Ritvirik aimed to aid the elves in their struggle, while Dorastrin believed the dwarves had suffered enough casualties. Consequently, the two armies parted ways, with Dorastrin and the dwarves remaining in the east, and Ritvirik and the eastern humans heading west to assist the elves. Upon arriving at the elven capital, Ritvirik sought an audience with Ethlando, the High King of the Elves. During their meeting, Ritvirik proposed launching an offensive against Vidarok and the orcs to minimize civilian casualties. However, Ethlando remained steadfast in his defensive stance, resulting in a fruitless meeting. As Ritvirik departed from the elven capital, he was greeted by two additional human armies: the southern and northern human forces, led by Madelon and Laurentius, respectively. Having emerged victorious in the south, they returned north to join Ritvirik in delivering the decisive blow against the orcs. Ritvirik welcomed them into the fold, recognizing the need for a united front. Standing before this combined force, Ritvirik knew it might still be insufficient, but he understood the necessity of their mission. With Madelon and Laurentius by his side, Ritvirik addressed the assembled army,

*“Soldiers of the Human Alliance,*

*Today, we stand united against the Orcish threat, no longer divided by borders or grievances. Our shared purpose is clear: to protect our homes, our families, and our future.*

*The Orcs believed our divisions would weaken us, but they underestimated our resilience and determination. We will not hide behind walls; we will take the battle to them!*

*Remember our fallen comrades; their sacrifice fuels our purpose. Today, we march as one, a united front against the Orcish menace.*

*Our war cry: "For humanity! For our homes! For victory!"*

*To victory!”*

## Battle of Sazius (The Final Battle)

As the human armies' footsteps and the clinking of metal filled the air, the sound of life stood still, and death began playing its song. The human army, fully united, now marched to what may be their final battle. As the human army reached the top of The Valley, where the orcs were encamped, they began to scale into the valley before stopping near the bottom. Vidarok The Great, watching this happen, and his generals began to laugh, but Vidarok did not. He knew that even though this human army was small, it was filled with battle-hardened veterans, and it was nothing to laugh about. He signaled for the army to mobilize to face off with the human forces. Vidarok rode to the middle of The Valley alongside Ulmragha The Great and Woglug. Ritvirik The Wise rode to the middle of The Valley as well, alongside Madelon and Laurentius. As both parties reached the middle of The Valley, Vidarok ordered his company to hold and went in alone. Ritvirik did the same, and the two leaders met in the center.

"The Great Eastern King, I never thought I would meet you in person, though I would have wanted to meet on better terms. The battlefield is fine for me," Vidarok said. In his time in the north, he had learned the human language.

"If you had heard of me, then you should know that this would be someone's last battle, either mine or yours," Ritvirik responded.

"In my time in this beautiful land, I have seen things fall one after another by my blade, and you will be no different. This land is plagued by the inferior races, and we are here to cleanse it. So, I recommend you put down your weapons and yield," Vidarok stated.

"You think the peoples of Sazius are new to war? You thought wrong that you can cleanse this land over the dead bodies of me and all my men. If you think for a moment that even one of us would yield to your blade, then think again," Ritvirik turned to his men and yelled, "For humanity! For our homes! For victory!" The army chanted back, "For humanity! For our homes! For victory!" which shook the land. Ritvirik then turned back to Vidarok and said, "Come and take it."

**And just like that, the Battle of Sazius had begun.**

Both leaders returned to their armies. Vidarok made the first move and ordered his orcs forward towards the ten thousand human soldiers. The orcs numbered anywhere from 100,000 to 300,000, the largest orc horde. The orcs grew closer and closer to the human lines, but not even one human faltered. Madelon and Laurentius commanded the ground force, while Ritvirik commanded the cavalry. The orcs finally made it to the human ranks, and the humans deployed a shield formation covering the entire entrance of The Valley, making it impossible to flank. The orcs crashed into the human shield wall, but sheer numbers were not enough to break this tight formation as the human spears tore the orcs to shreds. Eventually, the orc generals had enough of this slow combat. Ulmragha The Great joined the fight and attacked the human center. Under his command, he broke through the human center. Seeing this, Madelon charged the center, meeting Ulmragha in battle. Though Ulmragha was a powerful orc, Madelon had fought many orcs before and was no stranger. Using her mobility to her advantage, Madelon was able to get many key hits on Ulmragha before the great orc finally fell to a neck wound. But even with her victory against Ulmragha, she was unable to push back the orcs that had broken through. Now the humans were suffering real casualties. Slowly, the battle fell into the orcs' favor. But when the center was almost completely broken, Ritvirik's elite cavalry charged the orcs, stabilizing the situation. However, the humans were being pushed back on all sides. Laurentius, while protecting the men slowly falling back, was stabbed in the back, but that did not stop him. He killed the orc that stabbed him and killed 9 more before being stabbed in the leg. Still, he fought and killed 6 more orcs before being finally stabbed in the chest and falling to the ground. The battle continued in the center as Ritvirik's cavalry started to fall. His horse was killed, and he fell off it, but he started fighting on the ground, and the orcs continued to push back the humans. Ritvirik was knocked to the ground, and just when an orc was going to end his life, an arrow hit and killed the orc. Ritvirik got up and looked where the arrow came from. It was Ethlando, High King of The Elves, and his army of 50,000 Elves. Beside him was Dorastrin and an army of 15,000 dwarves. Vidarok's face fell. The new Sazius Coalition army charged down into The Valley to hook up and reinforce the humans, who cheered in celebration. Just like that, the battle fell in favor of the Sazius Coalition, and the orcs began to be pushed back. As the battle raged on, Dakgu, an orc general, was killed by Kolvar and Madelon. Then Vidarok began to rally the orcs, and they began to stabilize the situation and inflict some heavy casualties. But then Dorastrin and his dwarves began a counterattack on the right with major success. Woglug saw Dorastrin on the battlefield and charged at him, mortally wounding him. But Dorastrin got back up, and with his axe, he chopped off Woglug's head before falling to the ground. The dwarf advance continued as the orcs again began being pushed back. Ritvirik began to yell, “FOR SAZIUS!” Vidarok's heart sank when the whole orc army was almost encircled, but unlike other leaders, Vidarok could read the situation well. To his own dismay, he ordered a retreat. Instead of chasing them down, Ritvirik rode in front of the army and ordered them not to pursue. The Sazius Coalition celebrated the orc army's retreat. Even though they fully retreated, it was not a true victory. Many had died, and neither the orcs nor the Sazius Coalition could afford another battle. Both sides, after getting in touch, agreed to ratify a treaty of peace.

## Aftermath

### Treaty of Sazius

The three leaders, Ritvirik, Ethlando, and Vidarok, met on a neutral boat in the Sazius Sea (where modern-day Spawn is today) to negotiate a peace treaty after the battle. Vidarok's opinions had changed; he no longer considered everyone else as inferior races and now respected them. The three leaders agreed that most of the occupied land would be returned, but the orcs would still retain some territory to establish cities and kingdoms. After three days of negotiations and discussions, they finally reached an agreement, and as each leader finished signing, the Great Orc Invasion came to an end.

### Characters

#### Ritvirik The Wise

After ratifying the treaty Ritvirik returned to his home city and kingdom. But the east was devastated by the orcs so it would never rise again. Ritvirik died at the age of 94 and his descendants would rule the human east until all eastern human left the east or went extinct.

#### Madelon

Madelon after the battle went back up north to try and rebuild, where she establish the city of Acona. and started her a Dynasty, which would rule in the city until The Riohnics took the city and executed Claudius.

#### Dorastrin

At the end of the battle Dorastrin was found alive but barely he later died of his wounds, being the last person to fully unite the dwarves.

#### Ethlando High King of Elves

Ethlando would rule the elves for another 10 years before dying of unknown causes at the age of 127. He died with no heir so the elves divided and the ancient title of High King was abolished.

#### Kolvar

Kolvar would retire from the army after the battle he move to the city of Acona to live with Madelon where he would die at the age of 99.

#### Tiarsus

Tiarsus would die right before the Treaty of Sazius got signe, by a unknown disease at the age of 120.

#### Vidarok The Great

After the treaty Vidarok had 13 sons and split the orc lands among them into kingdoms and such, while Vidarok would not fight another battle and die a pacifist at the age of 102.

**“There is no instance of a nation benefitting from prolonged warfare.” - Sun Tzu**

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