Ophuthis: Unfaltering Fidelity

Chapter 12: The Demihumans' Cataclysmic Quandary, Part II

  The tribesmen of a village called Iisha, is just one of the many species in this world that is full of futility when juxtaposed to the omnipotent being in all the lands.

It is said and told many times, talked and written for all to ponder and fear, yet most circle the idea of arrogance, and presumptuously lives and travels, filled with false hope. Aspirations that shall remain in fiction, but nonetheless exists amongst the minds of those who cannot accept. People whom obstinate, and resides not of reality, but fantasy.

Such, is the optimism of enough power to stand on equal footing to the one bestowed great power. Men fortunate with intelligence, understands that with all against the devil now, is nugatory. A fight doomed to forlorn. Useless, fruitless and pointless.

Despite it all, those who stands even a small chance, never fails to work nonstop. Finding means to amend the quagmire that has polluted the world.

The word that the one above all, have started its conquest once more, hasn't reached the senses of many. To them, the man who committed genocide centuries ago—22,000,000 lives—is still within its profligate and sumptuous chateau, dormant and sleeping.

With the plan already in effect, a plan closest to perfection, it is but the time which needs to move that determines the outcome of mercy to believers, but tribulation to the rest.

The vassalization of both the empire and the tribes, are only one chapter to the intent of Ophuthis the Dark Father. A plan that will soon make all affected, that this intent is only meant for pernicious and wicked means.

Days have passed and prepared they thought, whilst Ophuthis is nigh coming; did not waste a tick of time and awaits lunacy to unfold.

Similar that of a curse the Dark Father has everywhere he goes, the ether yet again hides the sun, notwithstanding the time it is supposed. Capricious of an afternoon, an army of white finally appears.

From the end of the wastelands of East Endt, to the start of Waihn, the horizon in which this cohort marches, the Demihumans descried. Consistent sizes not, but rather ragged and of significant difference in height, and presumably in power.

As they slowly perambulate, in spite of the purpose of their invasion, and their distance from them, it is not too well they can see the details of the army. But one is for certain, equipment alone, they have already lost. Whom who observes this battle, might think that they shall just concede. But the spirit of these discriminated Orcs, does not waver. Once more, obstinate and arrogant. A behavior already proven only plummets to fail.

Minutes after the scrutinization of the approaching enemy, the Demihumans have stood their grounds. Since they have prepared measures for every direction, asunder from their south, they are ready to face the enemy arriving at their west.

The chief ordered all stationed men from east and north to reconfigure to the west and be with the line of infantry who stands on a consistent mound. The mound is between the second-last pit filled with spikes, and the wooden wall they erected just two days ago. Since the wall is not directly behind the mound, there exists space between, as such the chief decided to fill that space with warriors of no weapons.

According to his plan, just before the first line falls, the second line is to follow; using the fallen's weapons that lay on the ground.

Everyone is panicking, but it is to be expected. To what it's worth, everyone is working together anyway. In unison and in harmony.

"Bother, are you ready?" the younger one asked. He wore a simple chainmail armor, neither protective nor flamboyant. He has two reasons for this: the first is his desired priority for the others who don't have any equipment, and secondly, he has some confidence in his abilities. If fighting and keeping distance suffices, then armor may not be too useful.