p.richard
Specialist
Your dreams are filled with the presence of Thousand Bones, who has been silent over the winter. A grave look on his face. "Bones has seen things that fill his veins with rage. Bones' eyes burn like ferocious fires that cannot be quenched..." the orc closes his eyes and reveals his memories to all that see.
A great war camp sprawls out before you. Trolls, Ogres, and Orc stand in front of the Unkillable One. The great Ogre gives a speech, but the forces of the Howling Woods have lost their fighting spirit. They are bloodied and beaten. Their morale is low. Thousand Bones feels his heart sink. 'How can the Unkillable allow this to happen to his people? What kind of leader would push for war like this?'
Dry Rot, the High Orc shaman of the Bleeding Eye, pulls the bodies back from the front line. His healing magic pulses in the air. Bones looks on to see hundreds of Dwarven warriors slash and rip apart the savage warriors of the Woods. One by one they are slain on the battlefield. One by one, Bones grows more furious.
Night comes, and the Dwarven Leaders meet with Dargok. This is the chance for peace, surely! The Howling Woods can return home and rebuild. But the announcement that war will come once again spreads through the camp. Bones hangs his head low. Leadership is not won by striking the whip. It is by paving the way...
The next morning, Bones is surprised to see that the goblins and hobgoblins of the Woods have finally arrived. And in great numbers. They join the front lines, and they stand side by side with the rest of the forces. Yet something seems wrong. The air is filled with dark magic, and the sounds of rhythmic chanting can be heard within the ranks of the army.
The front lines push forward, and Thousand Bones stares in horror as the Dwarven forces are assaulted by magic. Once proud and strong Dwarven Warriors, shrink away as the curse of weakness takes hold. Spellcasters stare dumbfounded as the curse of silence washes over them. Military leaders become frozen with paraylsis, watching in horror as their men are ripped apart by the savage horde of the Woods. A howling laughter comes from within the ranks of Dargok's forces.
Rage begins to burn inside Thousand Bones as he sees Sark the Defiler standing beside the Unkillable. The words spoken still burn inside the High Orcs ears. "You're welcome, Dargok"
Thousand Bones' eyes narrow to slits.
A great war camp sprawls out before you. Trolls, Ogres, and Orc stand in front of the Unkillable One. The great Ogre gives a speech, but the forces of the Howling Woods have lost their fighting spirit. They are bloodied and beaten. Their morale is low. Thousand Bones feels his heart sink. 'How can the Unkillable allow this to happen to his people? What kind of leader would push for war like this?'
Dry Rot, the High Orc shaman of the Bleeding Eye, pulls the bodies back from the front line. His healing magic pulses in the air. Bones looks on to see hundreds of Dwarven warriors slash and rip apart the savage warriors of the Woods. One by one they are slain on the battlefield. One by one, Bones grows more furious.
Night comes, and the Dwarven Leaders meet with Dargok. This is the chance for peace, surely! The Howling Woods can return home and rebuild. But the announcement that war will come once again spreads through the camp. Bones hangs his head low. Leadership is not won by striking the whip. It is by paving the way...
The next morning, Bones is surprised to see that the goblins and hobgoblins of the Woods have finally arrived. And in great numbers. They join the front lines, and they stand side by side with the rest of the forces. Yet something seems wrong. The air is filled with dark magic, and the sounds of rhythmic chanting can be heard within the ranks of the army.
The front lines push forward, and Thousand Bones stares in horror as the Dwarven forces are assaulted by magic. Once proud and strong Dwarven Warriors, shrink away as the curse of weakness takes hold. Spellcasters stare dumbfounded as the curse of silence washes over them. Military leaders become frozen with paraylsis, watching in horror as their men are ripped apart by the savage horde of the Woods. A howling laughter comes from within the ranks of Dargok's forces.
Rage begins to burn inside Thousand Bones as he sees Sark the Defiler standing beside the Unkillable. The words spoken still burn inside the High Orcs ears. "You're welcome, Dargok"
Thousand Bones' eyes narrow to slits.