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Standing on the walls Falkenhold, Tyrion overlooked the area. The city's efences were strong. Stronger then that of the last city. This one didnt had any acces points, save for the gates.
With the city's defenders arriving in bigger reinforcements everyday, and a ship from the Phoenix Court on the way here, the city seemed nearly impossible to take..

The Hydra's legion saw the defences were formidable, they could not take it at their current strength. That would soon make no difference, however, as they had allies on the way. powerful allies.

Just on time the orcs showed up on the hill to the north of the town. With them they had a large iron clad tower that belched out dark black smoke. Trails of smoke could also be seen from their predictable lobba battery overlooking the town from the hill they were perched on. The orcish horde consisted of many, many well armored orcs with spear and sheild and some less armored orcs with crossbows. The lesser clans attacked from the south in a common orcish manner. Meanwhile other orcs set up a camp where the bridge once was. They seemed intent on repairing it so they could bring their spoils of war to a safe location.


((we should do a small scale empire control version of this where we all are supposed to kill each other, make friends, and develop steam powered siege weapons for the love of roleplay))

The Hydra's allies had come quicker than expected, their tools would be of great use. Their allies had two things of great use; the rot hulks, cultists of nurgle warped to gigantic sizes, more similar to greater demons of nurgle, than men. They made great siege beasts. The second, more effective thing at their disposal, was the bulbous one, a huge abomination of nurgle, who constantly spews out noxious gasses, paralysing all those who pass through it. All these forces were now marching directly towards the fort alongside their orc allies.

The siege was as good as won.

Snikrit was taken back by how quickly the Orcs and Chaos, during the anarchy of the siege, he will make his get away and amass a tide of Skaven to sweep through the land. There was Warpstone to be taken.

The dreaded "Hurrrnnnk" of orcish horns sounded as Gobgut himself walked up to a device on the hill where the orcs were amassing. "ATTENSHUN PEOPLE OF FALKHORN, YOO CAN HAND OVER DOZE STEAM MAKERZ, ALL OF YER WEAPONZ, AN ALL OF YER RICHES AND YOO GO FREE, WE LEAVE YA BEE! OR YOO SORREE GITZ CAN DIE AN WE GET WUT WE WUNT ANYWAYZ"

((GOOD MUST CHOOSE))

The commanders standing next to Tyrion listened to the Orc. They wanted to let Falkenhold live and give them resources.
They wanted that.
He would let them choose. It wasn't his city.

"I remind you, this offer will not last for long," says the Hydra's head, his voice amplified by some dark sorcery, "So make up your minds, quickly mortals! My legions are getting hungry. They will either feast here, or elswhere."

The mortal officers around him were discussing about the offer.
Neither of them agreid with eachother.
'Assuming I have High Command here, I say we will kill them.'
A loud discusiion erupted around the officers.
'Fire the cannons. Thats the answer they'll get.'

With the first crack of cannon fire the orcish horns sounded again "wonk wonk Hurrrnnnk" signaling the attack order to all of the besigers. The smoke belching tower trundled forward deflecting crossbow longbow and handgun alike. None of the cannons had yet to get a bead on the tower so it was unknown how its iron clad bulk would stand against a cannon round. Orcish lobbas opened fire without hesitation firing more rapidly than before thanks to the boiler assisting in the firing and reloading process. orc warriors advanced in number with simple ladders to scale the walls. Gobgut and his bodyguards had taken shelter in the tower.

The Hydra's legion, following their orc allies, charge foward too, their rot hulks and Bulbious one making sizeable cracks in the walls, the bulbious one making those enemy near the walls fall down, choaking on their own blood, stricken down by the horror of Nurgle.

Groshnik awoke. He was face down in the alley, a small pool of blood had collected around his head. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his head felt like someone was hammering a bell inside it. He ran his fingers over his mouth, there was blood on them. That rat must have poisoned him, could thing dwarves were resistant to poison.

Slowly, Groshnik got to his feet, he was glad to find that Myarnir was still clutched in his hand. He tried to walk but his vision was fuzzy and his balance was off, so he fell back to the ground instead. With a grunt of effort Groshnik lifted himself back up again, this time taking it slowly, one step at a time.

He saw Viktor, he was alive, barely. Viktor was propped up against the wall, his breathing sporatic, more like he was gasping then breathing.

"Viktor . . . Viktor are you alright?" Groshnik made his way over to him. He tried to help him to his feet, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up, but Viktor just let out a cry of pain and slumped back to the ground.

Viktor lifted his hand to reveal the wound in his side which was bleeding heavily.

"To late for me friend." Viktor smiled and chuckled to himself, blood spurted from his lips. The sound of cannon being fired in the backround signalled the beginning of the siege.

"We're to late. . ." Viktor sighed. He pulled a rolled up bit of parchment from his pocket.

"This is it . . . this is where the people will be safe." Viktor unrolled the parchment and showed it to Groshnik.

"Promise me. . . promise me you'll get them out." Viktor looked up at Groshnik, tears were welling up in his eyes.

"I will. I promise I will"

"Good, the promise of a dwarf can never be broken, I've learned that much from dealing with your people." Viktor laughed for a moment with Groshnik before he coughed up yet more blood.

"Goodbye, Groshnik." Viktor closed his eyes and allowed himself to die, a look of relief was etched onto his face.

Groshnik left Viktor where he was, there was no time to deal with the dead now, he had to worry about the living. He rushed off to the garrison, he needed to get his dwarves organized.

As the tower advanced ever closer It took a cannon to the side. The Shot glanced off the iron plating however it knocked the iron plate loose evidently. Goblins bleed out from cracks in the tower with the goal to repair the break before the tower could take any signifigant damage.

(the main orc clan will NOT be participating in the 3rd town siege they will be constructing an experemental device for the 4th siege- the dwarven mountain hold of Grudgeborn. I still will however note that the lesser clans will still be present. with their normal rabble. spying or attempting to destroy this device is HIGHLY recommended (some elves or something will do so if no one does, as this device will require preperation to stop. Regarding the siege tower, it is constructed mainly of wood soaked in water to prevent burning, next is damp leather to prevent burning and catch stray arrows, then in the front is iron armor to protect the tower from powerful attacks. The whole tower is propelled by a steam based system saving vastly on manpower.)

Snikrit dropped from his perch on the thatched roof. The rumbling of the ground and the thudding of cannon a sure sign this city was being assailed. He dived into the shadows to avoid detection by the passing platoon of Halbadiers. They were headed to reinforce the main gate.
"Blast." Snikrit whispered. His primary escape was gone. And there were no underground passages or sewer system for him to make use of either. That meant only one thing... He would have to wait for a breach in the wall and then run a gauntlet past the inevitable horde of Orcs. Last time, it didn't go well. His head still hurt from the duel with that Dwarf... More importantly however, his preferred fighting style could no longer be used.Perhaps he could go to Moulder after all this and have a blade grafted onto his stump. He sprinted down several back alleys and waited in the blackness of the city's darker parts.

Pointing towards the Oricsh tower that moved towards the city, Tyrion asked himself what it could be.
'Fire it. Hellstorm cannons to the front.'

The orcish tower and its acompanying orcs grew ever closer to the walls the defenders reacted by trying to move hellblasters into a position to attack the tower, However another cannon shot flung itself against the iron armor, knocking it yet again loose. It appeared that cannons had the force to knock the iron armor of the large tower loose. Just as the defenders got their hellblasters into position the tower stopped, Its heavy ramp crashed into the top of the wall and latched in, Gobgut and his bodyguard were the first out followed by more orcs still. The battery of improved lobbas continued to lay down their barrage of boulders and other heavy objects.

The next to enter are the elite of the legion, who scale the walls with the use of grappling hooks. Worse still, the Bulbious one and several rot hulks starts to slowly climb up the wall, in a position as to make them immune from artillery

As the brutish Orcs entered the city, the cannon batteries kept firing.
The White lions of Chrace were send to the Orcs, just as a large sound erupted from the citadel.
The great cannon worked.

The legion finaly reach the top, theremassed army swarming over the wall into the defences, the bulbious one following.

The shot from the great cannon impacted the tower taking the top clean off while still leaving the ramp and remainder of the tower attached to the wall. Now More horns sounded as the lesser clans arrived to the south complicating the battle even further. The orcs were now secure on the wall tops and propping ever more ladders up to speed the climbing.

´Sound the retreat. They are swarming the walls. Use the evacuation tunnels in the citadel. Is the ammo ready=´
´Yes sir.´
´Good. We´ll blow them up.´

The orcs swarmed for the main gate setting houses ablaze as they went.

The Forsaken hidden within the city and the terrors comming from the walls tear into the enemy, taking them from all sides, havoc and confusion following in their wake.

Looking towards the city, with the main army behind him, Tyrion ordered to activate the trap.
With one, loud explosion the citadel exploded.
'Send a messenger to Emperor Karl Franz that Altdorf is to be sieged. Send word to the other cities that they send all their riches to Altdorf.'

Following the blast the orcs flowed in gathering up all the metals there were left. They were now also tearing down their camp and beginning to move elsewhere.

Snikrit regained conciousness once more, the blast had knocked him to the ground. He ached all over, and all he could see was darkness. It was apparent he was covered in rubble. Suddenly, a beam of light hit his face and blinded him. A rash voice grunted loudly:

"'Ere, boss. We gotz one of dem rat-fings!"

'Priest....what do you call this furry goats?' asked Achtenon
'I believe these are the beastmen i've once read about. their animals, protecting their homes and bring chaos to the lands of men, my lord.' answered Sethbis'.
'take their weapons, we might be able to use them.'
'now...priest....where do we go?' 'i dont know, my lord. I think we should go east, there are supposed to be great plaines and cities of men.' 'then we'll go there!' shouted Achtenon. 'then we'll have some worthy opponent. i have hoped to have those for years.....! dont you just lve killing?''sure, my lord. time to kill, as you say.''

'look, my lord! it's a town!' shouted sethbis
'are they enemies?' asked Achtenon
'i believe so, my lord. what are your orders?'
'kill them, leave none alive!'

'prepare the bone giants and the warsphinx! we're about to attack!!' shouted sethbis.

"leave 'im we gotta move, an doze parts aint gonna carry 'emselves to da konstruction site"
with their metal supplies in hand the orcs began migrating elsewhere flooding out of the city and into the woods in the direction of the destroyed bridge. There at the bridge orcs were setting up camp and constructing minor fortifications. A scaffold rose above the camp far larger than any normal warmachine. On the far side of the river the orcs were building a repacement bridge of wood so they could get their supplies across the river. A mechanism would be in place so that the orcs would be able to lower or raise the bridge if needed.

((I will not attack city 3, However city 4 a lonely mountain fortified by legions of dwarves, we will attack when the time comes. A spy is recommended to watch the scaffold progress. I will place a ranger of some kind nearby if no one spies on it.))

night had fallen, and the citizens had no idea that they were about to be attacked.

silently, the undead army of Achtenon, surrounded the town. but Sethbis had a bad feeling about it.
'my lord, i have the feeling that some of them suspect something, the warsphinxes aren't exactly quiet.''
'don't worry, priest, most of them are asleep, and those guards are drunk. We'll just continue the attack and we'll win. Give the sign to fire!' 'yes, my lord.'

Sethbis gave a sign to the archers to fire, and so they did. a rain of burning arrows hit the town, and only moments later, some guards raised the alarm. soldiers and male-citizens filled the town walls and shot the archers, although they could not see them very clear, but they knew, that this was war.