The Stone Plains

The dragon screeched and mattered with hundreds of metal scraping and clicking noises all at once as it began sprinting towards Zar'Dura, catching up in speed and rolling every now and then to shorten even more distance between them two, hoping to slash at her or jump at her with a spinning body to cut and slash her.

As for Theev'Nok and Thrashnald, the brutes have had a sudden clash.

Theev'Nok leapt mightily into the air, a left fist mightily cocked back to strike down upon Thrashnald. However, the smaller brute had much more wits than Theev'Nok would've thought. As his fist came downwards, his forearm was smashed away by that of Thrashnald's, who continued to spin around after the punch to send his elbow into the jaw of the orc. Spinning around once more, he leapt into he air and kicked Theev'Nok again in the same spot, making him much angrier now.

Charging forward Theev'Nok lifted up Thrashnald, but eventually broke down after the repetitive smashes Thrashnald's elbow delivered to the spine of such a beast. He ended up hissing and roaring mightily in pain as he grew limp in his arms, letting go as Thrashnald squirmed out, diving to face him once more. Theev'Nok sent a fist out towards the Necromancer, but he caught it with blinding light, catching the orc by the forearm under his armpit and repeatedly smashed the brute's face. This wasn't very effective for the first few hits, however, as time went on, he began to grow dizzy.

The twelth hit made Theev'Nok aware he needed to do more. He sent his own fist into the square chest of Thrashnald, making him let go of his advantage, but continued to march forward. Roaring mightily, Theev'Nok charged forward once more, only to be lifted up by Thrashnald suddenly. Somehow, the Necromancer ducked under his massive blow, lifting him up by the hips, turning the corner, and smashing him down, his neck bending violently to the left, a few mightily violent snaps heard and the beast roared out mightily in a masculine, yet painful, cry.

From here, he was lifted up loosely by Thrashnald, a strong grip with his right hand upon the collar bone of such a beast. His head was limp, but yet he was breathing, staring downwards to look up at Thrashnald, who cocked back a fist to slam into Theev'Nok's face. "N-No..." he coughed out, an elbow launched upwards, tossing the fist away. But Thrashnald was much more energized than Theev'Nok, by far. Another fist was raised mightily, after slamming into Theev'Nok's defending arm, making sure it wasn't an issue. "I....I..." He looked to Zar'Dura, a heavy, tearing face as he reached towards her, then a fist slammed straight into the neck directly below the jaw of such a beast, the impact so forceful that the grip upon the bone was lost, and the massive brute was slammed upon the ground. Wheezing out a tired, lazy breath, his eyes seemed to pour out the tears that have been held up for so long his entire life, a hand curling to a small fist as he looked to Zar'Dura.

Was this truly how it was to end? A fatal blow, delivered by their rival, the darkness of their world? The one who he was meant to destroy, who he was supposed to be the bane of, defeats him? With his own strength, no less? His rage consumed him before, and now, all he could do was cry a silent cry. Staring to Zar'Dura, a thousand prayers were sent towards the Listener. She couldn't die, no. Not at his hands. His cry was nothing more than a couple flexes in his chest, eyes dilating as he continued to lose strength to look to her. The only thing that thrived was his tears, the river as if life itself pouring from the vessel which carried such a loyal and brave warrior for so long. And he was young too, with only a few years as a man... With no heir, with no offspring, with no wife.. 

His last breath was heard, and his eyes slowly closed, a sorrowful face plastered upon the orc.

Theev'Nok The Brute, was dead...

At this point, nearby Zar'Dura Theev'Nok's strange WarHorn was present, an obvious, ivory-white item placed there. The dragon blade was still attacking, until the sudden shout from Thrashnald called it, sprinting back to Thrashnald, who was panting, with an unbelievable amount of loyalty, within an instant of the command he already knew what to do. Leaping into the air it formed into a sword once more, the hilt falling directly into Thrashnald's hand, who was marching forward with a heavy breathing, face murderous, stepping over Theev'Nok's corpse as he marched forward.

Thrashnald's sword launched out towards her, a glowing, magically-constructed chain wrapping around her foot to trip her, his sword swirling in his hand as he was now fifteen paces away.

However, her cry in Theev'Nok's worry was not in vain. Appearing from the Necromancer's own shadow crawled out Zash'Neck The Snake, a dagger yanked out, resulting in wide eyes from Thrashnald who tried to spin around. But all was too soon as the dagger was seen climbing out of the other side of his shoulder, roaring mightily as he slammed his elbow into Zash'Neck's temple, swirling around to strike his sword down upon the archer, taking his head clean off.

That is, of course, if Rev'Nahn wasn't there. As if he crawled from shadows as well he was there within an instant, his greatswords blocking the blow with an 'X' formation, sliding his swords together till Thrashnald's arms were raised highly, a mighty gaze of horror upon his face as Rev'Nahn deep-kicked the Necromancer in his stomach, sending him back to skid his feet against the ground, nearly falling as he regained his balance, to look straight up to find him and him alone staring back, his followers simply standing there in curiosity on what would pursue the Chieftan's eyes locking onto Thrashnald's.




The Chieftan's grip upon his spear tightened, muscles rippling in his equipped arm as his death stare remained locking onto Thrashnald's worrying eyes. Stammering to respond to the now slowly walking forward Thorok, the Necromancer spoke. "Your pillar has fallen!!! Your tribe shall fall under itself!! A-And the thousand hells upon that!!!" He continued to back up, his grip tightening on his own sword as Thorok now jogged forward, teeth bared as he stopped for a stance to throw his spear, roaring mightily as the spear thundered towards Thrashnald with speed from the heavens.

It seemed but a flash, tearing through the wrong side of Thrashnald's chest, making Thrashnald continue to stagger back as Thorok saw his job undone, slashing into the ground below him as a portal came up. Tripping into it, Thrashnald still held fear as Thorok was barely far away enough to roar in anger, charge at him, and miss the portal in just that small amount of time.

Huffing with a mighty adrenaline flowing through his veins, his way of thinking was suddenly stopped, when his name was called by Rev'Nahn.

"Thorok..."

Turning around, the war face upon the Chieftan faded within an instant. Theev'Nok.... laid there upon the ground, arm reached out towards the rocks nearby him. Thorok's vision blurred, his face worsened as he let out a cough, weakness, for once, showing within even the Chieftan's face. An elbow was brought up, cupping the lower half of his face with a bent wrist as he looked away for a moment, mustering his strength to look back to the brute, whose skin color changed back to that of before.

It was the longest ten paces Thorok ever walked, dropping to both of his knees as his right hand lifted up Theev'Nok's broken neck, placing their foreheads together as he heard no breath, nor felt the mighty winds that escaped such a mountain as Theev'Nok. After whimpering for quite some time, mixed with growling, and even tears, Thorok spoke once more. "M-May the lands you walk quake, and the winds carry every word as we wait for you in Zro'Folum, brother...."

Rev'Nahn and Zash'Neck would both be next to Zar'Dura now, waiting for Thorok to get done. But done was he not with Theev'Nok The Brute, lifting the giant into his arms, holding him as close as he could to his chest as he shoved his own face into Theev'Nok's, crying out a mighty roar, staggering for a moment before standing tall, throwing his head back, and yelling out one last act of rage, echoing in the now silent plains forever it seemed.

And so from there, there the march would begin. Rev'Nahn, Zash'Neck, and Zar'Dura, all following behind Thorok, who managed to carry Theev'Nok's massive vessel to their lands, eventually.

The walk to Falkreath was forever in the eyes of the Chieftan. A pillar of Falkreath was struck down today, and the Chieftan's mourn was that of a child, longing for his brother.

Many days later a sudden spiralling cyclone of magic would appear, and from there emerged the orc hunters. The horn now cracked and faded from its magic turned to crumbling stones, and waiting nearby them was the wooden cage, constructed for that of a tiger, or a bear. A wolf would have to do for now.

The wolf was laid down sideways inside of the cage, where hands reached out from the square holes and cut the poor animal's bindings off. Closing the cage at the front the orcs looked to it, one daring to reach for the tail to stroke it as they spoke calmly in their orcish tongue to one another.

With the sudden transformation, all of the orcs staggered back, widened eyes as they viewed the woman. Their tongue scattered from mouth to mouth in amazement, all looking in awe and surprise, widened eyes as they stared to the she-wolf.




Marching forth after a good minute, came the tallest of the orcs. At a height of 8'5", the mighty orc grasped onto his tomahawk, smacking down upon the wooden  cage as far from Moon as possible. From there, the orc dismembered the cage, letting it fall apart as he tossed the roof of the cage yonder, dropping down to his knees as he let go of his tomahawk, looking to her with opened hands facing upward as they rested upon his thighs, the rest of the hunters sitting upon their ankles and reaching towards the she-wolf.

"Zaka'Thoo'Moo.... Wolf-Kin!!!" The supposed Alpha of the group shouted in praise, looking to her with a mighty amount of respect, as well regret for capturing her in the first place. "....Forgive us, Kath'Reen.. English not well upon tongues of Frok'Nold.." He stared up to her, grasping upon the tiny dagger at his hip, yanking it from the sheathe as he'd reach forth to place it near MoonFlower, where it'd seem fairly large for a dagger in her hands. A fist planted upon the orc's center chest as he waited for whatever response would occur from the Wolf.

With that sudden grasp of the dagger, the natives around her began to cheer and shout, some even calling a wild, repetitive shout as they prepared a small entertainment, the second-largest of the group pulling out the leather hide to lay down the foods upon as flutes and drums were beginning to form a rhythm.

A sigh of heavy appreciation came from Mak'Zuul, staring up to her as his fist became a hand, remaining to be planted upon his chest. "I am Mak'Zuul, Sabre Orc of Falkreath. We are Orcs, Frok'Nold!" He lifted up his hands with a mighty chuckle, looking down to her with now innocent seeming eyes, joyous in her action. "You are Wolf-Kin! Earthborn! Forest-Blood! Like me! Like all of us!" He said with a grin, his tomahawk lifted up and placed back in its sheathe, staring to her with mighty praise once more.

"You are within Stone Plains, Kahn'Thavleem! You are now a hunter! And we shall following you!!" He claimed, roaring out that of a lion's roar suddenly, the others howling their own cheerful shouts. "Mul'Teem, sorry, Wolf-Kin. We thought you of a simple wolf. But we were stupider than most hunters! No pretty white wolf would be not special!" The English was quite broken, but in time, Mak'Zuul's plans were to teach her their tongue so things would go on much smoother.

"HahAH!!!" The Alpha turned to his group, waving his arms with pride and joy to her comments. "Do you hear this!? A SHOPKEEPER! The Wolf-Blood offers us surplus with our Hunts!! All-Maker has truly blessed us!!!" They continued to roar mightily, one crawling around them with a wrapped hide, feeling inferior to the two.

As MoonFlower greeted Mak'Zuul, he dropped to his knees, lowering his head as his fist returned to his chest. "It is of highest honors the earth has blessed you with us..!" His voice rumbled as he tried his best to sound humble in front of MoonFlower. He looked up to her, then to the right, noticing the waiting orc. He growled for a moment, a thick jawline flexed and teeth bared as he shook his hand, the orc rushing forward as he lifted up a roll, the same that the orc had been carrying, looking up to her as he unraveled it to be a mighty slab of meat. "Come, eat!" He pleaded with a grin, looking with a hint of expected acceptance, joy gathering around the dilated pupils as they locked with MoonFlower's, one could laugh by how much praise was given to the shopkeeper, but the tribe knew more than the others would ever about earth.

Mak'Zuul looked to the Wolf-Kin with impressed eyes, turning to his manic grin again. "Haha, fooling me. Wolves need not of knives." He traded with her, the large slab of meat for his dagger back, stabbing it with force back into its sheath, grunting a bit as he did so. Staring back up to her, he looked with curiosity. "First, we shall return to my home village. Then afterwards, afterwards we shall hunt! Shall it be you and I, or shall we all run together? As a family?"

The term could strike out as much more than what the word represented. Indeed it was, actually. Mak'Zuul had no others in blood, but all were his family in bond. He grew a sense of pride in each and every one of his members, but yet, they could even understand when he needed the time alone from them. Which was truly a blessing, and one this, MoonFlower would most likely inherit should she stay with these orcs.

The Frok'Nold's mind stirred with confusion. She hadn't understood the magnitude of the term yet? But once she responded, his fists slammed mightily upon his breasts simultaneously, roaring with pride as he leapt into the air, landing with a joyous gaze as he stared to her.

"Ahahhh!!!" He roared again, overwhelmed by the fact he now had a wolf at his side. "You must eat, hurry! We will show you our people!" He grinned, hands waving towards her food, as if trying to have some spell force it to her mouth so he could stop postponing her feast.

This was it, his moment of pride. Not only would he have himself against the other hunters, but he would now have an alliance with a Wolf-Kin! Earthborn! Beast-blood! Sheef'Lakem was with him, this he understood now. He was kind to all earth and its inhabitants and now, and now his code would be honored. The grin was imprinted upon the orc's face for the longest time, waiting to watch her eat as he slumped back down with crossed legs.

The brute grinned as the woman had shown her bestial pride, the wolf inside of her thrown to the meat, shredding and tearing the piece as she devoured it. Watching her calm down, his hand grasped to the ground, lifting up the fallen pieces and throwing them to his own mouth, shredding and tearing the meat in between his teeth, staring back up to her with, once more, an impressed grin.

"You are us now, Wolf-Kin. There is no need for these, these "Thank you"s, we know not of them." He stood up, chest puffed out, chin held high as he looked to her. "Let us go!" He shouted out, hands digging into the ground and launching himself upwards, roaring at the rest of the group as they left what was unneeded, beginning to sprint forth along the Stone Plains, looking back to where MoonFlower was to see if she would follow her new pack.