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Theres no defenders this is boring

Good point. Now what?

((this is what))

the orcs began amassing again south of the currently vacant southern city walls. The warlord spoke to the hordes of orcs from many different banners "Orcs of Gobthorn Gorge! Hellspice Glacier! Gorkamongus Valley! and Drakthorn Mountain (made up names! YAY) orcs from the foundries of Jubali! Today marks the fall of the realms of man! (a shaman now uses waaagh magic to increase his voice volume so the entire city can hear) WE WILL CONQUER ALL OF THE EMPIRE IN A TIDE OF WAR AND GLORY! ALL WILL FALL UPON THE EMPIRE LIKE A GREAT GREEN WALL OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION THESE LANDS WILL BE OURS!" the orcs now charged the city their spider again visible and approaching the city spitting great gouts of red flame across the rooftops. there were more than enough orcs here to overwhelm even a prepared defender, and this city was in a state of disarray. It was very clear something would have to be done quickly to buy the forces in the city time.

OK, Orcs would never be that organised, nor would their language skills be good. It be a bit like this;

WEZ GONNA STOMP ALL DEM EMPIRE LADZ AND AVE A RIGHT GOOD FIGHT, THEN WE STOPMZ EM AGAINZ AND AGAINZ.

Also, do you think we should maybe, fight each other, because the defenders aren't defending?

Who against who?

Or free for all?

Chaos against Tomb Kings and Orcs?

blood reaper wrote:Chaos against Tomb Kings and Orcs?

Sounds good.

Aye. Anyways, in the original RP, we got more cities too.

Excellent, I think we best wait for the others.

((da warlord iz a sofistukated un- ee speeks all proppa an such))

((that post is meant to directly threaten ALL of you we orcs outnumber all of you 3 combined by at least 3 to one and we have the spider to help us. God (or Gods) help you all because this orc army is designed to make a deep impression on the empire and your just in it's way. It's leader is partialy insane with a "vision" where orcs are the main power of the realm not humans.))

How nice.

Swala saw the chaos warriors take their prize and knew they would turn on him soon.
" Warriors we leave these dogs to devour each other!" Swala said as he lead his forces from the city.
"We will destroy the next city before the other slaves get there!" Swala said to his warriors.

What do you say super chaos friends, that's KILL THEM ALL!

Tyranic is already in position.

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Tyranic saw the city walls fall and turned to Korban who was nearby. He moved heavily forwards and reached down gripping the cchaos champion by his lapel and lifting him bodily off the ground. Looking straight into his face with almost daemonic eyes the Chaos Herald growled
"The bone warriors are leaving. Cut them down."

His backhanded flick sent the immense chaos warrior tumbling across the dirt but the Khornate champion came up grinning
"Yes Warleader. LEGIONS TO ME!"

All through the chaos camp came the sounds of dragonbone horns being blown and a terrible battle cry filled the air as the Chaos chosen legions turned towards the bne army.
Tyranic saw the Hydra's legions moving towards the Khemri and roared in triumph. His marauders streamed down the hill whooping and cackling and even the skyies were rent with thunder. His army coalased in a heaving mass of warpsteel ,meteor iron and flesh that hurtled towards the fleeing Khemri.

Tyranic Drew his heavy blade and sprinted towards the front lines bellowing praise to the dark gods.

The Hydra's legions charge foward in close persuit of the fleeing Dust-men, screaming praise to grandfather Nurgle. The Hydra, at the head of the force, raises his one free hand towards the undead's rearguard, some of their number's skulls exploding into shards as if hit by a great hammer. Great masses of Nurgle-devoted cultists stream foward ahead of the marching chaos warriors, laughing maniacly as they close in on the undead force.
The Hydra chuckles as he witnesses this.

"This will be a slaughter." Mutters the Hydra, looking around at his great legion and their allies.

Swala heard the chaos warriors preparing to charge, he stopped his forces and formed a large shield wall and wait for fools to attack. Surrounded by his Tomb Guard Swala waited his forces may perish in this battle, so Swala placed his death mask on and let out a might battle cry and his warriors joined.
"TO WAR!" They repeated in the language of the Tomb Kings.

Tyranic collided with the front undead line like a meteor. His blade rending a skeleton in half and his hand crushing anouthers skull to dust and flicking the remains o its corpse at its fellows. Around him his warriors were laying waste, His slaanesh followers to fast for the undead to strike, his Khorne worshippers to skilled, those of nurgle shrugged off attacks like the flies they harboured, and his Tzeentch worshipers melted blades before they struck and flung thier enemies asunder with words of power.

Swala crashed against the chaos warriors and slashed with his blade decapitating Slaves and daemons alike, warriors slashed at Swala but were countered and impaled by his elite warriors.
Each forces began to take their toll on the other but mostly on Swala's warriors this slaves caused damage like no other force.
"I WILL NOT FALL YOU TREACHEROUS SLAVES!" Swala yelled.

Tyranic heard the yell in the alien tongue and turned to the mighty warrior.
"Let us end this here and now. Undead to undead!"

Swala chuckled and ordered his warriors to retreat to safety as he battled the other undead fool. Swala charged at this Tyranic and clashed blades.
"One of us will die today but I will return you fool" Swala said as he jumped back from the clash and slashed hitting Tyranic in the leg.

Tyranic slipped his blade between Swala's and his leg and twisted, bring them back to head level before pushing crossways and twisting to the side to boot Swala in the stomach.

(Keep in mind that Swala and Tyranic are probably about the same age and Tyranic is blessed by all four gods. He isnt that easy to take down. And I respect that Swala wont be either)

A slight vortex of green energy appears near the two clashing figures, nearby debris being drawn towards it. A split second later, it all goes flying in all directions, the Hydra standling where the vortex was a moment ago. Unsheathing his unholy, warp-blessed sword, the Hydra takes a step foward before laughing horribly, two of his strange teleporting warpspawn materialising beside him, their faces twisted into snarls.

"Oh, I hope i'm not interrupting anything interesting here at all. Missed me?"

Strangly, as the Hydra speaks in his rasping voice, above the sound of conflict, the two things beside him also talk in perfect unison, the familiar green halo above their heads.

"This is not the best of times, but i'm here to tell you of the ritual. It went perfectly to plan...it requires just one more thing"

The orcs surged forward to follow the other forces. The orcish leaders were in a full battle lust now and would probably chase their foes to the end of the earth if needed.

Swala saw some of his ribs were cracked but it did not bother him. Swala thruster his blade into Tyranic's arm then pulled it out but it healed up with puss.
"You are a coward letting your gods protect you." Swala chuckled.

Syrarth crashed down behind Swala, using his winged hands to stalk behind the Tomb king and grabbed the ancient one by the solders slamming him onto his back and cackling before retreating and continuing to circle. Reaper and his Juggernauts having smashed into the Orcish hordes flank with a horde of Bloodletters.

With the last statement, the Hydra's head suddenly turns, and cracking his neck, steps foward, his heavily gauntletted fist slamming into Swala's dessicated ribs. The blow would have been enough to kill a mortal man, but luckily for Slala, he is no such thing. The blow instead causes him to stumble backwards with a grunt, three of his ribs cracked.

"You call me a coward? Say that again. I dare you. Ahem, Tyranic, I believe this is your fight. Continue."

Mutters the Hydra, stepping back again.

"If he must....I will seek other prey.....blood and bone are the same....I must be fed!"

Syrath stands tall and grabs a Skeleton Warrior, tearing it in two he lobs it's remains into the crowds of Tomb Kings while snarling and roaring.

"You coward you think this is a fair fight 4 armies against us and 4 cowardly champions against me? Ha I will take you all on you are nothing, your gods crave for your souls and I will let them feast upon them!" Swala yells as he rushes at the 3 champions taking his double ended in both hands and with great skill attacks all four. He slashes the Nurgle champions chest but the wound begins to ooze together, then the Khorne champion but after slashing his arm the champion kicks Swala back, the Tzeentch champion stabbing him in the leg then darting back to avoid a hit.
"Come! Stop your armies attacking mine and we will find out who deserves to lead your massive force, sooner or later you are going to turn against each other so lets do this now all vs all"Swala said as he looks at the Champions look at each other.

"Foolish king of dust, your lands are naught dust and sand and your kingdoms simple ruins in the wind, and instead of taking a warriors death, you stand amongst the living as a coward and fool as you could never have what an honorable warrior could ever have. A Warriors death, you should simply fall into dust and let the world continue, it would put you to rest so your humiliation ends. It's simply to humorous to fight you and watch as your weak bones break and you fade into nothing."

Syrath spreads his wings and vomits up a gust of green flame that burns and scorches the Tomb King, grabbing his solder Syrath tears one of Swalas mummified organs and slams his head into the ground before stamping on the Skeletons back.

He walked trough the forest, his army following behind. Grabbing his sword, Ulric looked towards the city. 'They made quite a mess out there, ' he said, 'lets fix that for them..'