Yew War 5 - Third Battle
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Title: Yew War - Third Battle
Author: by Grishnak
Grishnak strode through the fort, kicking up dust with his boots. Looking around, he saw the Orc war machine in full gear. Pugs hammering out more weapons, more armor. Majuks preparing their erbs and chanting to gain the power of the Bludgod. Wargh'Chai's rubbing their blades down with rancid rats. The push into Yew town was going well.
The little one Zha'Sheik runs up to Grishnak with a rock and drops it on his boot. Yelling in surprise, Grishnak hops on one foot, holding the other, then falling over onto a cookfire.
"Gah!" he yelled, rolling about trying to put out the flames. "Wot woz dat for?"
Grinning mistchieviously, Zha'Sheik replied "Meh bopped ju! Har Har!" and darted away.
Rising to his feet, the bruised and burned Chieftain grumbled, then glared at the watching Orcs, all who suddently found other things to do.
Snarg came up to Grishnak, trying very hard not to let his smirk show.
"Dem redy for ju buss," he said.
Nodding, Grishnak went up into his tower to confir with Navrip and Smogg, leaders of the Disciples and the Necromancers. The three of them confered and planned and schemed. The next offensive into Yew took shape.
The next day, the Orcs assembled for war. Leading off were the Grekunk, the green death. Fading into the shadows of the forest, they moved into position overlooking the Yew Town Square. Noting the defensive lines the Yewbies had assembled, Og'din the Unseen left Voqk to watch and returned to the assembled horde at the Yew Sheep farm.
There he found Grishnak and Qog rousing the spirits of the Horde with shouts and promises of blood. Quickly Og'Din reported the position of the Yewbies and their numbers. Darting out between the legs of the assembled troops, Zha'Sheik yelled at the top of her little lungs "Meh wonna bop dem!" and she stooped to pick up a rock.
Laughing, Smogg rallied his assembled Necromancers and started heading north. The Orcs swept to the west, circling the south side of the Town Square and striking the Yewbie lines from their west flank.
The Yew Militia, the Clan Moor, the Sic Semper Gloria, and the Lost Order all had assembled a defense anchored on the Bowyer shop and the Butcher shop in the town center. A line of mounted knights stretched between the two, with archers and mages behind them. Covering their flank was another screen of mounted knights.
All knew that this battle would be critical. If they lost this, then the Orcs would be knocking on the doors of the Abby in no time. They HAD to push back the hordes. Their hope, that the Urban Knights would arrive at the field of battle in time to throw their weight of numbers into the fray.
The Orc horde crashed into the Knights, pulling them from their horses and pummeling with axes and spears. The sheer ferocity of the attack pushed back the line momentarily, and a moment was all that was needed.
Springing from the shadows, Grekunk Captian Voqk plunged a rat coated blade into a Yewbie mage, causing panic in their ranks. The bend in the lines of the knights became a breach, and into it poured the Orcs.
Several Orcs lay dead or dying before taking 3 steps into the Town, but over their bodies rushed more. The mass of numbers soon pinned the Yewbies against the Bowyar's walls. Now the Necromancers entered the battle, hurling their black magic spells into the few remaining knights. Their charred and blackened remains sliding to the ground in a tinkle of broken chainmail was the death durge of the Yewbies.
The last knight, unhorsed, threw himself to his knees. Pulling his helm off his head, he looked up at the massed Orcs.
"I beg of you, mercy!" he cried.
Pausing, the Orcs laughed cruely at his plight. Then Zha'Sheik darted out between their legs and bopped him on the head.