Just past the western border of the Serid Empire, The Orkish Front.
The Orkish Front spans across the border of the Serid empire, and Elven empires, on occasion they will send Marauders over the front lines and into enemy territory, stealing and looting as they go. If they dent that frontier, they'll send one of two things, an army or more marauders. The marauders are cheap, given the low grade gear, but the armies have high grade steel armor, good training, and high grade weapons.
Orks may seem dumb, just charging into a situation, but that's just their culture,
The orks don't worship any god, instead they believe in an afterlife.
They believe that if you die bravely in battle, you go somewhere better, kind of like Valhalla, and they believe that the land was theirs, they will do anything to expand their empire. They believe that they are the superior race, and everyone else is just an obstacle.
A great Orkish General and his son had gone on a journey to the edge of their lands
The old ork said "You see this. All this land, Is ours."He said looking out at the Seridian territories. "But father, is this not the enemy's land ?" He said.
The old general turned to his son, "Yes, but not for long,"he said.
"What do you mean by that?" Fenjris said.
"We are Orks, Everything is ours, as long as we have the strength to take it." he said, clenching his worn battle axe "And i give you that strength." the general said.
"Now come on, we have duties at hand."
"Your Training begins tomorrow." the general said.
The two went back to the capital city.
"Father, where will you go when I take over?" Fenjris asked.
Filled with dread, the old general said"I'll go back to the front lines and command the armies" he said. The old general's mind flooded with old memories, painful ones, ones from the warfront. The cart stopped. "I will live up to you father, Goodbye." Fenjris said.
"Goodbye son." the general said as his son got out of the cart, and walked into the capitol building. he walked to the door, filled with anticipation."Its all lead up to this, all the training, all the work." he said to himself. Fenjris opened the door, the great hall echoed with his footsteps as he walked through it, massive stone carvings of armies fighting, historical events with important figures as gold statues lined the great hall.
As he walked through it in awe he recognised one of the statues, it stood tall, axe raised high, it was his father.
He heard the other generals arguing over the next action.
Their voices echoed through the hall, he walked to the door, and listened.
"If we do not act now, we will lose our chance to advance!" one general yelled.
"All i'm saying is that we need to carefully plan our next move." another said.
"And where the hell is Fenjris?" the ork general said.
Fenjris opened the door. The orkish generals stopped arguing, and fell silent.
"Well, he's here." one ork said.
"You are Fenjris, right?"the other ork said.
"Yea, what's the war plan?" Fenjris said.
"Straight to it then, we need to decide who is going to lead the assault, and how we will go about this." the ork general said.
"We attack the empire, we send an army, and command from the front." Fenjris said, the training was coming in usefully.
"Spearpoint, i like that." the marauder general said.
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Tenberis Mundus (The Dark World)
FantasyA little (Not very little) story for all readers. Book Credits to Daniel Thatcher. THERE IS MORE TO COME TO THIS STORY!
