[IC] The Black Order of Alestoth

[Arthanus]

-=Fort Gansforth, Sedan Territory near the Takari Border=- Fort Gansforth has stood as Sedan's first line of defense against the creatures of Takari since the fall of the Beasts. But the once legendary Fort now lies in ruins, its gates splintered and shattered. The Brave Suldan knights who defended its walls now lay slaughtered their bodies scattered across the courtyard. A horde of Orcs now stand before the keep cheering at their victory. A red skinned Orc stands on the overhanging balcony holding the Knight Commander over the edge. "Today we have shown the filthy Humans exactly why they used to fear our kind! Why they should fear us!" The Orc yelled to his troops who gave a cheer at the words. "We now have a land to call our own and this is just the beginning! Soon the Bloodfang Clan will claim our rightful land and subjugate these pitiful Humans!" He continued just before tossing the Commander off the balcony leaving the broken corpse to rot with his men. The orcs below cheered in victory, a dreadful cheer that spread out for miles around the keep.

[Arthanus]

It has been three weeks since Gansforth fell. In that time the Orcs have stayed quiet not moving further into Suldan territory, but the threat is ever persistent and has shaken the people of Suldan. In response to the attack Suldan has officially requested the aid of The Black Order in dealing with the Orc clan. Now the Order prepares an army to march and retake Fort Gansforth, but these preparations take time and instead of letting the Orcs have free reign the Order has sent a Battalion of troops to scout and hold the Orc's advance until the Army arrives. Silus and his newly appointed team are to be apart of this battalion a suitable task for their first real mission as a team. After a long day of scouting the sun starts to set as the dwindling light pears through the forest. Although the route was quiet for most of the day, Silus was able to catch the trail of an Orc Hunting party not even an hour ago. He now leads his men following the trail wanting to see his foe, and if the odds are in his favor strike and give his team a successful first mission. He slows down as the party approaches a small clearing. "Looks like they are up ahead. everyone on your toes and be quiet, don't want to alert them to our presence, The tracks tell me there are five orcs and a warg. We should be able to take them so be ready to attack." He whispered to his team before inching closer to the clearing.

[Hydra]

**FOUR WEEKS EARLIER** Recca stood outside the church in Talos and everyone had came out to see him off. His mother was extremely proud of him, joining up with the Black Order was a prestigious thing. Although many of the people didn't want to see him leave. Recca had been one of the better priest at the church and the best thing that happen to them there since he and his mothers arrived. The emotional good buy was starting to get to him as he stared at his mother. "Mom," he said to her as she looked deep in to her eyes. Holding back the tears he embraced her. She released him and looked at him, "Remember the teachings, and don't worry about me. The church will take care of me, just like they always have," she said with a smile on her face. He reached down and grabbed his bag. Inside was his bible, 'The Holy word of Ristoth' also inside was his holy symbol, bedroll change of priest clothes, water skins and enough food to get him to Alvina. He would travel north towards the sea to a port city by the name of Valcia. From there he would take a ferry to his destination. He waved one last good buy to everyone before boarding the carriage that was waiting for him. With one last look, she smiled say back and enjoyed his ride. It took a little over 5 hours to get to Valcia, with having to stop to rest and feed the horses. It was mid afternoon by time he arrived and he headed straight to the docks. It took a little over an hour to find a ship headed to Alvina near Dragon's maw. It would take a day or so to reach it so he decided he would offer blessing on the deck of the ship to anyone who needed a little pick me upper. Many of the ships crew went to see him on their time off to speak with him and hear the word. It was even more special coming from him cause he had the mark of the gods, and he is a Monsignor of Ristoth. Even though he did these blessing for free people still felt the need to give him something. *AFTER ARRIVING IN ALVINA** After arriving in Alvina. Departing the ship he could see Dragon's maw in the distance. Seemed to be about a few hours walk, he smiled cause he loved to see new things and places. "Excuse me handsome," He heard a call of a woman voice from behind him. He turned to see a beautiful woman's approaching him. "We don't get many priest around here, especially one from Talos. You looking for fun?" Recca smiled at her, "I really have to get to Dragon's Maw..." "Oh come on, it won't take long, maybe." She placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned in. With a smile on her face and a wink and brush of her hair, he smiled back. "Okay sure, Lets go have fun. But only for a little while." Recca laid there in a pool of his own sweat. The breeze blowing across his skin and he was huffing and puffing. "Wow, That was fun." He said with a smile on his face. "Never have I experienced such joy, and fun with out laughing. And this Feeling feels great. What do you call his act?" The woman looked at him, I call it Yoga, it help builds your core and give you a wide range of motion. Your a natural, I am glad you like it, you're my first student. I am hoping it will catch on soon. Thank you for your time." Recca smiled putting back on his shirt and grabbing his bag he was off to Dragon's Maw. When he arrived he asked for direction to the Black Order headquarters. Once he found the place he was amazed at how many people were out and about doing things. It reminded him the military back in Talos. Everyone seemed to have a job, so he found the person that can best point him in the direction of the captain. But that didn't happen. Someone recognized his clothes and knew he was one of the new recruits. "Hey Priest boy!" Someone called out to him, He looked around a spotted someone waving him over. "Hey, whats your name?" "I am the Monsignor of Ristoth, Recca Heartseeker." The man pulled out a piece of parchment and looked for his name. "Ah yes, your finally here. Your company has already left. Only take what you can carry over there, leave the rest here someone will take it to your room. someone will take you to company they should be a few hours ahead of you. We got word a couple of weeks ago that Fort Gansforth, in Sedan Territory near the Takari Border has fallen. It was under siege but they didn't last to long. So now we are sending a scouting party ahead while we finish mobilizing here and get ready to launch a counter attack to reclaim it." Recca kinda understood what was going on, he was going into battle just shortly after arriving. Not a big deal this was what he signed up for. He met with his team had slight introductions and what not. But it was time to get down to business. *PRESENT* Silus was the leader of the small company of scouts. Recca drew his weapon and prepared for a signal to attack. Five orcs and a warg should not be much of a problem he thought to himself. He Followed behind Silus as he inches closer, Recca was ready but he wonder if everyone else were, but he quickly pushed them thought aside. He needed to be alert, and focused.

[Roleplayer001]

The Ranger rode behind the infantrymen on Icon for a bit longer, the hooves touching the ground soundlessly. Salezenathor pulled the Shardbow from the saddle, arrow on the string in preparation. While Silius' tracking skills were superior to the Counts, Sal wasn't a complete novice in that area either. While he wouldn't have gotten quite as accurate of a count on the enemies, he would have been able to say that there were beneath ten orcs and that the tracks were new, probably missing the lighter warg in the mist of the orc's heavier steps. The Ranger dropped from the horse quietly, moving to the side of the group by about a hundred feet, then moving ahead. He knew what Silius would expect of him, as they had worked together in the past for a few minor missions. He was useful to the to-be-dragonslayer because the Ranger could move with uncanny levels of stealth. He reached the edge of the clearing just before the rest of his party did, eyeing the area over to make sure nothing was out of place. A small camp was set up, appearing to be a meeting place for three of these parties. None of the others were outside their tents at least, leaving only the five orcs and the warg that Silius expected. Sal would shoot the warg the moment the combat started, allowing his allies to fight a battle against the more conventional enemies they were used to facing.

[Unraveller]

They had been scouting for the majority of day's light, forested embankments on either side as the party blazed a trail through thick woods swathed in darkening shadows. Unlike the others Gerhard was more of a simple folk, the little fjords, the wild creatures, and the earth beneath his feet had kept him at ease during their travels. Although, darkness loomed on the horizon, the large man could feel that a time of great action would be upon them. Silus, the leader of their company, was a man of honor, of impressive skill. And while their ideals had not aligned, Gerhard respected him for his position. The others, he hadn't too much time to get to know any of them. The count, Salezenathor, a name that the bulky the man could not pronounce all too well, he appeared to be a man of staunch personable skills. As the oldest of their party, Gerhard had a certain respect for the count as well. Recca, the young priest had given them all a blessing before their journeys onset. While this was a very noble and kind action, Gerhard had never truly been a man of piousness. Nor one to respect the authority of those who see themselves as holier than thou. Fortunately Recca hadn't seemed arrogant as far as he could see. And so no ill will was boded between the two. Ty'ura, the youngest and only female of the group. She was short, yet had certain strength of will about her. She was young, yet not foolish in her ways. Gerhard had not known many women as more than care takers, thus Ty'ura had appeared to him as quite different. Although he has yet enough interaction with the young warrior has been had for him to truly gauge her. The brothers, Caleb and Llynn Brèvedent. The pair had a certain admirable strength of character. However the detachment they had exhumed led Gerhard to believe they had faced innumerable hardships, yet they had prevailed. He was unable to discern much from the two as they had often appeared secretive. Perhaps they were hiding something dark? Gerhard could not know. These thoughts had coursed through the heavy man's mind, distracting him from what would lie ahead of the party. Although he soon was shocked back into reality as he bumped into the count ahead of him. They had stopped, their weapons drawn. Silus spoke as if they were nearing their targets. This unnerved Gerhard, the prospect of such violence had seemed frightening to a degree. However there are things that a man must do, he adjusted his dark green suspenders connecting his pants of the same colour to the simple white shirt upon his torso, before doing the same to the thick metal gauntlets resting on his meaty hands.

[AiyvaGuard]

Ty'ura

She'd been getting ready for days, practicing her blade work with dummies she'd created after joining the order. Joining the order was a new step in her life, though she didn't know if she was ready for such intense action. But deep down she felt 'happy' in a way, fulfilling her own dream to regain that energetic and action-filled life. She sighs, turning at an awkward angle to see the hilt of her moms sword, seeing the etchings of her mother made her smile. She felt more in peace, though she felt tense, feeling her muscles tightening as she rides the horse as the group neared the enemy. She was so scared that she couldn't feel things around her, her brain seemed to be focused on her mind and her mind only, canceling out her sense's as she thinks, thoroughly. The feeling of being impaled by a sword or dying by an orcs hand scared her, almost feeling regret for joining The Black Order. Her emotions mix as she rides the horse, hearing the sound of her voice, expressing her feelings through hand movements and face making, many of the members looked towards her, perplexed or simply thinking 'crazy #$@^*'. The air around her tightens, feeling no movement as she scans her vicinity, many of the members shuffle their way off the horse as she does the same thing, feeling pain from the muscles tightening too much in her body, she inhale and exhales attempting to calm down and possibly not pass out by flexing her muscles too hard. 'Difference' was the only adjective she could think of. Seemingly the only woman in the whole group, feeling more diverse and separate as most wore armors and leather clothing while she, she wore a mage looking attire to the battle, she readied many excuses of to why she was wearing such awfully un-protective attire to the battle. But she felt most comfortable and relaxed in her attire and didn't dare to change into something heavier as it would of made her more pressured, though now appearances or opinions didn't matter now. The group neared the enemy as we all came to a stop, the group leader turned and gave us all a stern warning. The leaders voice feels muffled, as her special, so called 'ability' would allow her senses to increase or so she thought. She watches and observe as many unsheathe their swords, long metal blades reveal from their fancy sheaths with multiple etchings, many of them lower their posture, their bodies attempting to stay tense as they walk towards the enemy lines. She did the same thing, her legs criss-cross as she walks, silence filled the air, sunlight began dancing through the trees, sounds of nature began flooding in, her pupils return to their moderate size as she could almost here the beautiful voices of the forest. Embracing the wind that danced through the group, her clothes and hair moving along with the wind as she felt tranquil. Yura was ready, she'd been training for decades and she wouldn't let her talents go to waste, she was ready to slay the the guards of who block our path to a tranquil nature, the orcs.

[Pacemaker]

ONE MONTH AGO...

Shadows danced under the light of the chandeliers as Caleb's looming figure tiptoed carefully through the Grand Hall of The Black Order. Crickets could be heard faintly chirping even through the massive, echoing walls- signaling that he was in fact, alone, much to his delight. When the moon was at its highest and the wind had mostly died down, Caleb had appreciated these moments the most. It was during the wee hours of the night when he would silently creep through that damn labyrinth of a building until he'd reached the first floor, simply to cast his gaze upon the moon that welcomed him ever so subtly. Whenever he did, he could finally lose himself in the midst of all the chaos that went on inside his head and out there, in the world. Escapism. A long sigh of relief left his lips as he slid down the pillar, sitting at just the right angle to have the moonlight shine upon on his face and smiled to himself. As if on queue to disrupt his mental repose, his ears twitched as he heard the main gates unlock rather clamorously. Alarm immediately flashed across Caleb's face as he jolted into an attack stance, unsheathing one of his sabers that he brought down with him just in case- no soldier is ever safe, after all. This time he knew it was probably the right thing to do. Shrouded in darkness, he stood there and watched as the tall front doors opened ever so slowly, until it dawned on him. "Our foes would never simply stroll through that door... well, not the clever ones anyway." Quickly sliding his saber back into its home, he leaned against the pillar just to be partially lit by the chandelier's flickering flames. If this was a visitor, he wouldn't want to frighten him with the sight of a blade. Eventually the doors swung open on both hinges as a young man was ushered inside by the guards- seemingly having been invited in. Familiarity flashed in Caleb's eyes as he shifted his body closer to the direction of the boy, almost standing directly in his way in order to scan him. Everything was burned into his memory, he could not be mistaken. It was only until Caleb had caught a glimpse of the prized azure cloak that hung on the unknown man's right arm, was he completely sure of himself. Llynn- A look of pain and disdain contorted his facial features as Caleb realized, that despite his being ecstatic about finally being able to meet his brother after so, so very long, he probably wouldn't have felt the same. Not after what happened, and after some time he proved himself right. "Brother~" Caleb called out. The stiff figure glanced around at him in one swift movement, an air of hostility surrounding the boy. Caleb was taken aback, tightly shutting his eyes to avoid the hateful stare from his kin. He deserved everything that was about to come... if only Llynn had stayed a little longer. Caleb's eyes fluttered as they opened slowly, expecting a nasty blow to the face but instead was greeted with an empty space. Just as rapidly as he had turned around, Llynn was gone without a moment's notice. No words exchanged, no oxygen shared between them-- he was simply gone.

PRESENT

Caleb scanned the area surrounding the party for any coming dangers. Exhausted from the scouting earlier, he relished this moment while they followed Silus towards their battleground. So far, so good. Nothing seemed too far out of the ordinary. When he heard that he was finally being called out to his first mission alongside the other members- including his brother, he was rather happy. A sense of unity was in the air, laced with anxiety. In fact, he could practically smell the worry coming from the girl behind him. Yura, was it? The scent of grass and forestry hung in the air as the mini convoy jumped off their horses, with the burliest of the group bumping into Silus'. Chuckling, Caleb was quite satisfied with his teammates, and if adding all of them up didn't equal balance then he didn't know what will. They walked towards their destination silently, with everyone throwing glances at each other, with Caleb's mostly directed to Llynn. However, Llynn would only throw daggers back, so Caleb held back some more. The faint smell of blood and still water hung in the air the closer they got to the clearing they were assigned. Yura had been shaking quite a considerable amount the entire journey, and it passed as a thought to Caleb to try and calm her down by assuring her that a couple of savage orcs could do little to nothing with the group she was with, but he pushed it aside thinking it sounded too boastful. Proud he was, but now was not the time. "Looks like they are up ahead. everyone on your toes and be quiet, don't want to alert them to our presence, The tracks tell me there are five orcs and a warg. We should be able to take them so be ready to attack." The party had their weapons unsheathed and their bows drawn. Ready as they were, Caleb's signature smirk crawled onto his face. He quickly took to the branch above them, swung and perched himself on the sturdy ledge as he slid out his own pair of silent, deadly beauties into his gloved hands. It was only a matter of time. The orcs were in for a huge surprise, and the fun was just about to begin.

[Inertia]

A Month Earlier

~ After weeks of trying to find “The Black Order”, he had finally managed to track down a member of that said order and asked him the whereabouts of this rather elusive organization. Though reluctantly, the robed man gave him the location of his headquarters. Managing to utter ‘thanks’, he finally set out on his journey towards “The Black Order”. Following few days of travelling, Llynn had eventually managed to see the grandeur structure from afar, the building being coated mostly in black, he had wondered where they got their name from. Approaching the said structure, he was stopped at the gate by the guards. “What business do you have here?” The guard said, lifting a lantern in order to try and discern the hooded man’s face. “I wish to join ‘The Black Order’, I was directed here by one of your associates.” I replied, pulling my hood down and connecting my eyes with theirs. “W-Well, it’s really late, but we can have you wait in one of the rooms until tomorrow, are you fine with that?” The guard responded with a tad bit of dread in his eyes, after Llynn nods, the guard glances at his fellow guard, the other guard nodded and the gates were brought to open. The loud clang of the gate made Llynn jump, he didn’t think it would’ve been that loud, he thought about all the displeased neighbours who, more than likely, woke up from that clang. Being ushered in by the guards, he made his way into the establishment, his own footsteps echoing throughout the building. The hanging chandeliers barely managing to light up the entire room. The moon shining in through the windows made walking through the structure feel bizarre and surreal. Left by the guards after halfway through, he was given the directions by one of the rather, timid guards. Walking through, appreciating the grand beauty of it all. All of a sudden there was a man in front of him, blocking his entrance to the main lobby, he had not noticed his presence until now. Had he not remembered that he was not on a mission anymore, he would’ve struck him down then and there. Releasing his grip on his dagger, the face was then illuminated by the moonlight, immediately, he remembered who this mysterious figure was. Immense amounts of hatred and disgust welled up inside Llynn. “Brother~” the figure said. Clenching his fist, he had almost punched this disgusting figure. This figure who was his brother. The one person he depended on, whom abandoned him and left him to rot in “The Grey Hand.” Thinking it wasn’t worth it, with a clenched fist, he turned around and trudged to his designated room as fast as he could.

Present

~ “Hah~ Does the Black Order wish for us to die?” Llynn thought to himself with a slight frown. He was assigned to a ragtag team to ‘scout’ the recently taken Fort, Fort Gansforth. To ‘hold’ their advance. His whole team was an odd bunch, not knowing their skills since this is one of his first few missions with them, he thoroughly believed that the Order wished him dead. Following the leader, Silus’ advance to a place where he thought there was a camp, looking around, it seems like most of the members were unnerved by this, with the exception of the Count, Silus and his brother. He also noticed that the members were all glancing at each other. He always sent back a glare, save for when Yura would glance at him-- he would look away, slightly red. Caleb, jumping up a tree, with his natural smirk, Llynn could only sigh and think of his own kin as a frivolous monkey, bloodlust oozing out of this said monkey. The tension of the group had started to rise when Silus whispered, “We should be able to take them so be ready to attack.” This brought Llynn out of his thoughts and, like the others, started to grip his sabre and dagger ever stronger. The tension of the group suddenly dropped when the hulking man, Gerhard, bumped into the count. Llynn exhaling, thought to himself. “We’re gonna die.”

[Arthanus]

Silus moved into position at the edge of the clearing watching his team move into position. The groups vibe was a bit mixed he could tell some were confident and others were tense. Silus himself was calm, orcs were no major threat in small groups, Although they were strong most were just brutes and quick thinking could outsmart them and lead to victory. With everything taken into consideration Silus turned his attention to the Orc's camp. Five orcs were in sight as well as the Warg, by the looks of it it was the group Silus had been tracking. He watched them for a moment as the group sat around the fire eating and talking. It was odd how similar Orcs were to humans, although a bit more barbaric they did follow many of the same basic traits as humans. No now was not the time for idealistic thoughts, the known enemy numbers were smaller than their own and Silus' team would have the advantage. But how many orcs were inside the tents? after thinking things over Silus decided that the time to act was now. Just as Silus was about to motion for the attack rustling was heard from the other side of the clearing. Silus froze waiting to see how the Orcs would react and what was hiding in the brush. The orcs around the fire looked up and reached for their weapons, but three more Ocs came from the brush one dragging a human behind them. "Found more of dem Humies poking round our turf." The orc dragging the man said as he tossed the half dead man down near the fire. The warg sat up ready to finish the man off, but was quickly sat back down by its handler. "Ya Boss says they have some forces ere, has had some of da boys trying to find out where they are hiding so we can show them who owns this land now." One of the orcs around the fire said. As Silus watched he seemed to notice that that particular orc was a bit bigger than the others and was probably the groups leader. "Na, the Boss found them, we got word that once Yarg and his boys get back we are to go meet up. Boss wants to hit em tonight while they sleep." Another orc said joining into the conversation. But that was enough for Silus, Numbers were no longer in their favor and he now had information on an upcoming orc attack. There was no need to endanger his team and risk the Order not receiving the information. He then gave the motion to gather back up and retreat. It wasn't even five seconds after Silus gave the order that he heard a branch snap behind the group. Silus quickly turned hearing another voice behind them. "Ay, looks like some Humies lost their horses. We will have some good eats tonight." An orc said, "You idiot, this close to camp? The Humies are planning to attack" Another orc said as he reached down and grabbed a horn at his side. Silus knew things were about to get bad and rushed back to the horses ready to face the Orcs. "Stick together finish this group quickly then prepare for the rest." Silus said reading his weapon for the battle to come. Silus got to the horses just in time to see the three Orcs, two were already prepared one holding a Battle Axe and the other an orc sized cutlass. The third held a Hand Axe and was bringing up his war horn to alert the other orcs. Unable to do anything else Silus charged forward into battle.

[Pacemaker]

THE BATTLE IS JUST ABOUT TO BEGIN

Everything seemed to be going well, and if it weren't for Caleb's tardiness and failure to spot the orcs creeping up behind them beforehand, they wouldn't have been in that mess. "No matter." Caleb wiped away the sweat from his palms and tightened his grip around the swords. The pale orcs held their weapons threateningly high, looking the humans dead straight in the eyes as they approached the party with snorts and giggles. They began to circle the group like ravenous vultures, eyeing them like carcasses ripe for the picking. Little did they know, The Black Order was definitely not known for losing their spirit so early on in fights. The two ambushers stood in front of a burlier-looking creature, possibly as body blocks. When he saw Silus charging at the orcs, that was all the initiative the boy needed. Sighing, he took one last glance at Llynn before he jumped into the inevitable. Caleb swiftly launched himself off the branch and landed right in front of the orc that wielded a cutlass. Squinting, Caleb gave the orc a quick once-over and sidestepped just in time to avoid a clean decapitation from the brute. Breathing a quick sigh of relief, that momentary peace had only lasted for so long until a different orc tugged at his cloak from behind and pulled him to the ground. The brute slammed a leg onto the young man's plated chest hard enough to put a slight dent in it. Caleb gasped for air as tears welled up in his eyes. Slowly beginning to lose consciousness, he reached out to feel for his swords and succeeded. One thing lead to another, as Caleb could barely comprehend at this point. Coughing and spluttering, he thrust the twin swords up the orc's groin all the way into his stomach region and slid them back out. The exhausted brunette merely laid there as the blood dripped onto his face from the gashing orc's body. Caleb regained his composure just a few seconds before the orc's companion smashed his head into oblivion, thanking gods that he never believed in. His eyes were still rather hazy but he managed to make out the squealing figure that wriggled on the ground in a pool of blood. At that moment, Caleb's panicked train of thoughts were pleasantly interrupted by wondering when the damn creature was going to finally bleed out-- he was a rather big thing, after all. The adrenaline-rushed boy ran towards the orc with the battle-axe, who was momentarily distracted by his unfortunate comrade. Caleb dodged the obvious downward swing of the creature's weapon, choosing just the right time to slice away at the brute's joints as its momentum was too much for it to bear. One or two slices of his blades were enough to weaken the orc around his arms-- though it was rather hard considering orc skin was similar to that of rough, hardened plastic and rubber. Looking back at his work, Caleb smirked and wiped away the grime that the previous orc stained his face with. Satisfied, he walked back towards the tree he was perched on, but not before he let loose one more strike at the orc's forehead so as to blind his vision with the downpour of blood. "You're rather unlucky. I could've handed you both a faster death." The young man smiled at them both-- one on the ground yelling and gripping his crotch; and one running around in circles, frantically rubbing the blood away around his eyes and temples. He could see Silus swinging away at an orc with all his might further out in the fields, only running back once he was finished dealing with his opponent. Caleb casually walked back to his post so they could all time their attacks right this time.

[Hydra]

Recca the lighting Priest Recca thought he should say something about Sal moving off quietly, but he had arrived late so maybe it was part of the scouting technique. But what he was aware of was that some of the members here kinda on edge. He always got tensed when he was about to fight, but that was his way of compensating for death. Even thought he was not afraid of dying cause he knew he had lived righteously, and that Ristoth would surely open the gates and welcome him into the land of the gods. Still leaving the mortal realm was something he was not quite ready for. He smiled at the orcs. Surely this would be a good fight. One of the brother he had met recetly jumped into a tree to get a better vantage point he assumed. The only female in the group was looking rather unease. The big guy, 'hmmm' He thought to himself... seems like a good nick name for Gerhard. He would ask him later to work out with him if they survived his mission. He would show him the ways of Yoga, thus spreading the teaching of Yogaism. Suddenly one of the Orc returned from behind with the sound of a branch breaking: "Ay, looks like some Humies lost their horses. We will have some good eats tonight." "You idiot, this close to camp? The Humies are planning to attack" Another orc said as he reached down and grabbed a horn at his side. "Stick together finish this group quickly then prepare for the rest." Without a signal to attack, well assuming that was the signal; Silus charged into battle. He looked to be heading for the Orc with the warhorn. Recca knew that if he Blew that thing, they would have a huge problem on their hands. Recca stabbed his swords in the dirt and thrust out his hands summoning a ball of lighting, The crackling noise can only be heard in the vicinity of the camp, if he had pored in more magical energies making it bigger then he knew they would not even need that horn. He made it just big enough to singe the orcs hand if hit. If he hit he would make a dash for the orc with the Horn, grabbing his weapons before the run then sliding in to grab the horn and smash it so it could not be used. Rolling back wards to get to his feed and putting some distance between him and the orc, and taking a look quick around. Caleb had just put the hurt on two of the orc there, leaving a few more mop up. Looking at the in front of him, he was sure the orc would mad, almost to the point of raging. Recca would motion him to 'Come at him.' Taunting the orc into a fight leaving him open for the Ranger if he was watching the Battle from a far to Take a free and open shot hopefully putting him down.