Yew War 7 - Final Conquest of Yew
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Title: Final Conquest of Yew
Author: by Spirit of Grishnak
William Smit sat in his prison cell, playing dodge the rats with the other denizens of his small enclosure. Occastionally a guard would wander by, either on some errand further past him, or to drop off a bowl of gruel.
Whenever that happened, William would shout out to the guard.
"Hey turnscrew! You're gonna like it in the mines, I'll see to it!"
Invariably this brought laughter to the guards early on in his captivity. As the Orc forces pushed closer and closer however, the guards would avoid eye contact and hurry away.
Soon the smell of smoke was hanging in the air, and the clash of metal on metal could be heard in the distance. William just sat back in his cell and played with his long and nasty beard and smiled.
The defenders of Yew knew this was their last stand. They had to hold the line here and hope that reinforcements would arrive. Fast riders had gone out to call in the military might of neighbors to the north and east, but no word had yet reached them. Though they swore to defend Yew to the last man, each feared that today he would be called upon to perform the final task.
Vargen, Captain of the Yew militia, felt his drop as the ranks of Orcs marched towards the walls of the Court of Truth. Knowing they could not match the enemy man for Orc, Vargen had hoped that by fighting from the Court, he would be able to use the superior defenses of the stone ediface to his advantage. Upon seeing the ranks of Orcs preparing to assault, he knew that the stone walls would not make a difference.
"GAH!" Grishnak cried out as he fell off the featherless bird for the fifth time. Climbing back to his feet, he drew his scimitar to slay the beast, only to be stayed by the laughter of the Orcs around him.
"Shaddap! Alla ju shaddap ur get clumped!"
Grumbling something about traditions and not riding food, Grishnak climbed back atop the ostard, which seemed even then to glare at him with a malicious look.
"Oki birdee, ju nub like meh, und meh nub like ju. Meh makee deel wid ju. Ju nub du dat agun, meh nub eat ju win dis ober."
The ostard settled down with those soothing words, and the Chieftain continued to troop his lines. Satisfied with the sight of 50 Orcs and the outriders of the Shadow Counsel and Holy Disciples of Darkness, he gave the signal to advance.
The Orc Horde smashed into the defenders at the Court of Truth like a tidal wave. Man and beast were pulled from the walls of the Court and hurled into the courtyard. Swarms of Orcs assaulted up the steps to the walls.
Trugak and lu'zan charged into one battlement, only to be confronted by a barrier of piled boxes. Laughing at this feeble attempt to hold them out, Trugak smashed into the barrier with his axe. The resulting explosion blew Trugak and lu'zan to the Bludgod in tattered rags. Bits of Orc decorated the entire room.
U'nuk, with several Runts in tow, charged into the room and stopped. "eep!" he hollered, then charged right back out again.
The fighting moved swiftly into the bowls of the Court of Truth, the dwindling numbers of defenders falling back farther and farther towards the prison. Their task was hopeless. For each Orc that they managed to slay, two more stepped up to take his place.
Soon they were fighting outside the cell of William.
"Should we slay William," one asked, knowing the situation to be that desperate.
"No," sighed Vargen. "It wouldnt make a difference. The Orcs will just find another puppet"
William pressed his nose gleefully against the bars of his cell and watched the last Yew defender fall before the scimitars of the Orcish Horde.
"Get me outta here!"
Laughing and shouting Orcs quickly broke the door to his cell and cut the chains off his wrists. Escorted to the Court of Truth, the Orcs sat William in the chair of the High Judge.
At last the battle was over. With William installed as Chieftain of Yew, the Orcs had won their war. William immediately signed the documents surrendering the souther half of Yew to the Orcs, foreswearing all claim of territory. That which had been stolen long ago was returned. The Orc Nation was reborn.
Grishnak sighed and leaned back against the wall, then slid down till he was sitting on the floor. It was done. Fourteen years of fighting over in an afternoon. He felt the aches and pains in his body. Age, affliction, and wounds, all felt worse and worse with each passing day.
As he watched the Orcs parade about and loot and pillage, he smiled to himself and closed his eyes to darkness one final time.
A boot to the ribs brought Grishnak quickly to his feet, snarling and reaching for his axe. The sight that greeted him stopped him cold.
Laughing eyes stared at him, eyes he had not seen in years. "Korgath," he said. "Ib dat reely ju?"
Laughing again, Korgath nodded, then pointed behind Grishnak.
Grishnak turned and saw he was in the courtyard of a mighty citadel. A pen of pump horses occupied one corner, a giant black tower took up the view on one side, and rows of hunched slaves carted kegs of ale into the tower.
Amazed, Grishnak looked back to Korgath.
"We been ekspekting ju," Korgath said.
Grishnank looked down his body and realized his pains were gone, his wounds healed. Then he realized were he was, and grinned.
"Kum, lets gwu. Da Bludgod waitin for ju," Korgath said. Spying Krog the Elder leading in fresh horses to the feast, Grishnak knew he would like it here.
- by the Spirit of Grishnak