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'''Title: Yew War - Third Battle'''

'''Author: by Grishnak'''
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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. 

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