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A stab through the gut is something that most people should not be able to survive. However against that thought people can still survive injuries that were thought lethal, mainly seen in Dwarfs. These people tend to have luck, where the injury does not go into any guts deemed vital by the Great Creator. However they must not just have that, but also have enough spite or a few Great Grudges they want to keep going.

It would be the later, for Alaric, as he felt the pain on the back of his neck awaken him from the most dreadful of slumbers.

“Fuck.” Was about all he could say as he looked around at the carnage that was wrought.

About him were several corpses, both of greenskin and of man. Though he quickly noticed that most were being eaten into, their flesh ripped as if feral predators were among them.

At least now Alaric knew the reason the Orcs were able to keep their massive beasts of prey. Maybe if he ever got the chance, he would get one for himself. Yeah, fuckers should just experience his terror for themselves and see how they like it.

With that thought he took a step, quickly grabbing his stomach. The pain was great, almost equal to the ever present pain that was upon the back of his head. This was going to be a similar pain to what he experienced before, a forever pain that won’t go away until he makes the warlords pay!

For the kind of day it is, it was a dark and cloudy one. The clouds seemed to cover most of the mountains, making Alaric wonder what exactly is up there? If he was lucky, maybe some Dwarfs.

He was only that lucky on another occasion, but then again that one involved Dwarfs.

“Fortage, sorry I made a fucking fool of myself.” He said the name of a Dwarf who does not even walk to the land of the dead.

With that thought, he looked in another direction where a trail of rubble and destruction lay. In that direction was the Human settlements and where all his grudges laid. Those fuckers would pay for what they did to him, but is he strong enough to get to the Fortage’s Sword?

Lastly, there was south. Alaric’s knew that beyond a pair of mountains and the Steps was the realm of the Elves. A race who was as mysterious to him more than anything else in the world. Would it be worth it to head there, to where their great empire sits?

>To the Mountains
>West, to retrieve his blade.
>South is where he can get stronger.

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>>4829858
>west to retrieve his blade also try and bandage and disinfect ourselves any grog around? I bet that shit is like 40% alcohol by volume.

Never again shall a faulty blade be our downfall. We should also see if we can resize some of the armor for ourselves

>>4829858
>South is where he can get stronger.

>>4829858
>West, to retrieve his blade.

>>4829873
Eww dude has ugly ear rings

>>4829858
>>West, to retrieve his blade.
Time to use it
>Write-in
Loot the corpses for anything of use, before going in our direction. The orcs have probably take everything already but there could be still something left of use here.

>>4829858
>>South is where he can get stronger.
fit

>>4830116
Supporting

>>4829858
>West, to retrieve his blade.
Grudges need to be settled.

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>>4829858
>West, to retrieve his blade.
after we retrive the blade we should go to south to get stronger with it

>>4829858
>South is where he can get stronger.

>>4830279
based.
Yeah it s a good idea, maybe we could become a mercenary or an auxiliary of the elves empire. Would help us in becoming more than a barbarian.

>>4829858
>West, to retrieve his blade

>>4829858
>West, to retrieve his blade.

>>4829858
>West, to retrieve his blade

To the West
>>4829913
>>4830025
>>4830104
>>4830257
>>4830279
>>4830448
>>4830451
>>4830492

South
>>4829914
>>4830116
>>4830329

>>4830164
Read Rules, use greentext to vote.

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While it is the most dangerous, west was probably the best option for Alaric to travel. In that direction he can retrieve his Sword and then do whatever the fuck he wants. However what was most needed was getting the damned sword.

So with a push of will he started walking, traveling through the forested ruins of a once great and proud land.

Things he came across were not much better than they had been before, for Alaric. Instead of seeing the corpses of man and orc, he started to see the area littered with those of beasts. Ranging from small rabbits to wolfs, these creatures were left behind by the orcish forces as they desolated the forests.

However as he walked, he noticed the kills were getting more and more fresh.

It took about a day’s travel, placing him a day from his tribe and one half more from the Dwarvish tomb where Alaric saw the monstrous creatures. The first thing of course he heard was laughter among the trees, as if the monsters were having the greatest damned time of their lives.

Instinctually Alaric went the long way around the horde, knowing full well that if he was caught by any of them he would likely die for real.

By the Gods he was weak, weaker than any other time in his life. His life force of blood was drained from him, making his strength almost minimal as he had to requisition a stick to help him walk.

Sometimes he would come across some Orcs, but he did not dare engage with them. Instead he would lie in wait, his ruined form resting against a tree as he waited for them to pass. Those moments were agonizing, but what else could he do? He was a wounded fighter with but a few licks of health upon his flesh.

But eventually they passed, for Alaric realised something about Orcs that started to save him time and time again.

They were REALLY fucking dumb, and HATE being bored.

Why at one point Alaric threw a pebble past some Orcs and slammed it into a nearby tree. Those idiots decided the best thing to do was destroy a hundred feet of forest where the pebble landed.

Anyways, since they were distracted Alaric decided to finally give the Orc
>Travel towards the Dwarven Ruins
>Go Visit the old Tribe, unless they already ran away.
>Go gorilla on these Orcs.

>>4830621
>>Travel towards the Dwarven Ruins
see if we can use some of the dwarf armors for ourselves, maybe just parts of them.

>>4830621
>Travel towards the dwarven ruins

Going gorilla sounds fun but we are barely Alive, we will get the sword and rest in the ruins, probably hunting around it ans getting food to sustain ourselves till we heal, then we should set south to elven lands and tell them of orcggers, maybe they will help us get strong or something

>>4830621
>Travel towards the dwarven ruins

>>4830621
>Travel towards the Dwarven Ruins
First the sword then the tribe.

>>4830621
>>Travel towards the Dwarven Ruins

>>4830621
>Travel towards the Dwarven Ruins
Maybe we could go and take some armor like >>4830653, but I guess it won't fit, so we could take the beast armor we find and take it to us, so if we found a blacksmith (be it a Dwarf or a Human one) he can re-shape it so it can fit for us

>>4830621
>>Travel towards the Dwarven Ruins

>>4830621
>Go Visit the old Tribe, unless they already ran away.

>>4830621
>Travel towards the Dwarven Ruins

>>4830621
>Dwarven ruins

couldn't we pass by the old tribe area then head to the ruins? Its likely along the way.

While he would love to see how his old tribe was faring with Orcs on their doorstep, they were of little heed to Alaric right now. Right now the Barbarian needed to get a treasure before it even had the chance to fall into the hands of the enemy.

This of course was much easier said than done, since Alaric was walking on three legs at the moment. Still, he was faster than a rambunctious army of Orcs and capable in the mind. Traveling another day and a half was not too taxing.

So he went, traveling with his bare knowledge of what kind of foods to eat. Whenever he saw a bush of blue berries, he made sure to eat as many of them as he could. While he was tempted to try his luck with beasts, the teen was still too close to the Orcish forces to start a fire.

Soon a day went by, two no gets of restless sleep as he paid attention to every sound that came to his ear. It was slightly maddening, finally being alone after being in a village for so long. Still, he pressed on without deference.

It was soon the last leg of the journey, and the man's eyes glazed upon the ancient mountain that stood out from it's nighbors. It was the place he wanted to be in, where he would get his prize.

However all was not fine as he looked at the entrance, the place not as uninhabited as he would have wanted.

There was a pair of them, Wolf Riders. Of course they were off their beasts, each curiously looking down the hole.

"You know what day is? Feels gittin eerie."

"Like I know, ya git!"

"It's reasonable since Dem wolves don't wanna go." The orc said while point to their cowering mounts tied to ropes near by, "Think we can get some idiot to go down 'ere instead?"

"Hmm, we gotta put our brains together here?"

This sucks.

>Do the old throw a rock to trick them trick.
>Make ghost noises
>Walk over and cut the rope holding the wolves.

>>4831609
>Make ghost noises
>Do the old throw a rock to trick them trick.
>Walk over and cut the rope holding the wolves.
>Do the old throw a rock to trick them trick.

Do all this in order.

>>4831609
>>Walk over and cut the rope holding the wolves.

Seems we generally wanna release the wolves. Lets do that.
>>4831647
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This was as good of a chance as any, at least that is what Alaric thought in his mind as he slowly made his way towards the tied up beasts. Orcs are brutal beasts, he has seen exactly what they are capable of. However they are also dumb creatures, not very observant of what the happenings are.

That was the reason Alaric was able to approach, the chance that their stupidity gave enough time for Alaric to get near their Wolves.

He took a steady breath, noting how the creatures were covered in numerous scares and such. It must be hard dealing with their masters. Being so dumb they probably think loyalty is being a Tyrant. Make them so scared they do not do anything against you.

Though with Wolves, that might be the best thing they can do.

The pair looked at Alaric, possibly either by the grace of the Gods or a good stroke of luck, did not make any warning motions.

The only thing he had was the ruined bronze knife, but with a strike with it he cut the bindings.

The first moments those creatures looked up towards Alaric, then at their undone bindings. Then with a great sprint they ran as fast as they could away from the area.

“HEY, GET BACK ‘ERE!” One of the Orcs shouted as he tried his best to run after the giant beasts.

“DEY GETTIN’ AWAY!” The other said before sprinting with his companion.

While not exactly what he wanted. Alaric did not look a gift horse in the mouth and quickly dashed into the tunnel. Well, dashing when it came to using his cane to get in.

The place was just as he remembered it, if just a little more dust and a hell of a lot less skeletons.

It took a while, especially with his cane getting worse and worse. Through the chambers and past the throne that still bore marks of his incredible battle. He might have lingered there a little too long, as a tear fell from his face.

Alaric almost died, he almost died in vain. He would have made Fortage’s sacrifice in vain as well.

But that did not mean Alaric stopped there and gave up. He had two more grudges to fulfil.

Finally, he arrived at the Vault. It stood there awaiting the rune that allowed entry. Soon he was in there, and within the stone rested the sword, “High King Fortage, yes that was the name I gave you.”

With those words, he pulled the sword from the stone. In a moment he felt it grow powerful in his hands, giving him a burning power in his stomach.

It was much more powerful than before.

As he wielded it, what seemed to be a gust of wind brushed through the room. Mysterious as the place itself, it knocked over a small map that was resting upon a shelf. Feeling compelled, he picked up the paper and looked at it.

It was a map, a map not of the top no! There were no above ground features or roads but something else.

Were these tunnels? Tunnels to… other keeps?

>Take the underways
>He shall go to the south, towards Elven lands
>Alaric is a man, he shall stay with mankind.

>>4832079
>He shall go to the south, towards Elven lands
Let's learn from new horizons

>>4832079
>Take the underways

>>4832079
>take the underways. Dwarves have done good by us when no one else has.

>>4832079
>>Take the underways

>>4832079
>Take the underways

>>4832079
>let us try to rest first, our wound is still open and any kind of serious travel is ridiculous, try to find storage room of the ruined keep, maybe dwarves had kept old ale or something, after we heal our wound we should take the underways.

>>4832079
> let us try to rest first, our wound is still open and any kind of serious travel is ridiculous, try to find storage room of the ruined keep, maybe dwarves had kept old ale or something, after we heal our wound we should take the underways.

>>4832079

Changing from
>>4832134

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>>4832529

>>4832529
>>4832531
>>4832717

I'll tell ya'll now I won't be considering this. Spending time here will cause me to write more than I want and you guys surely want to get to the action, right?

>>4832755
>Take the underways then

Underway
>>4832132
>>4832357
>>4832439
>>4832768
>>4832134

Elven Lands
>>4832093

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Alaric knew that the Dwarves treated him right, and with that thought maybe he could take shelter with their kind. Yes, that is what he needed to do.

So with some caution in his steps, the man slowly followed what the map hinted at. Of course he did not really know where the entrance of the place was, however he also kinda knew from the paper where to go. So he followed what he could, and within about an hour ending up before a giant stone door.

It was massive, too big for someone like him to move normally. However he noticed that a small crevasse, a seam just large enough that he was able to get through.

It was a tight squeeze, but quickly Alaric got passed the door and into the massive cavern.

It was of course massive, much larger than Alaric really thought possible. Why looking around he could easily see a small plethora of plants littered about the place as he began to walk forward. Such an otherworldly place was always underneath his feet, and he found it almost mystical.

However with the place being like this, he somehow knew there was no threat to him. This place. Sealed off from the rest of the world, has not been pierced from the outside. Maybe there are some monsters that lurk in the walls, but none of them were really tempted to eat one human.

He was slow, that much was obvious. If he was not fueled by other woes, he would have gone mad with how the scenery barely seemed to change. Still, he walked.

It must have been two days on this trail, two days of endless traveling through a dimly lit cavern that belongs to ages beyond. He was worn, close to starving if he did not decide to eat the odd grass that lived down here.

Now he stood, using his sword as a cane infront of a massive stone door.

>Raise the sword, call for them to open the door, in the name of Fortage!
>Strike at the gate, try to get in!
>Collapse of exhaustion and malnourishment

>>4833033
>Collapse of exhaustion and malnourishment

>>4833033
>raise the sword call for them to open the door, in the name of fortage

>>4833033
>>Raise the sword, call for them to open the door, in the name of Fortage!

>>4833033
>Make the rune sigil thing the dwarf taught us
if that fails then
>Strike at the gate, try to get in!

>>4833033
>raise the sword call for them to open the door, in the name of fortage

Raise the Sword, call for them to open the door
>>4833709
>>4833425
>>4833231

Strike the gate!
>>4833660

Exhaustion
>>4833088

To think that he would be stop by a simple door. Yes maybe the Gods above were laughing upon him about this, but he was not going to stop here. He would persevere, he would survive!

So he stood tall, raising his blade into the sky as he looked at the door.

“In the name of High King Fortage, who I inherited this blade, grant me entry!”

As he declared his desire, the blade within his hand began to glow in a golden heat. Such a heat was unnatural, but welcoming in his travels in the depths of the underways. However even with this new found warmth, he felt his body finally give its last bit of strength.

Blade in hand, he fell onto his knees. He had already lost tons of blood, and in his travels never made a good attempt as getting some back. As such, he might have soon died like this if he was ill fated by whatever cruel gods torture him for entertainment.

However from those great stone doors came a sound, the sound centuries of inertia collapsing as the ancient chains began to strain themselves. However they only opened so large, just enough for one person to squeeze through them.

Just like he had seen before with the ghosts, Alaric saw a person whose beard went all the way down to their knees. However this one’s was not white, but instead it was a dark red. The Dwarf walked up, looking Alaric up and down before quickly running up to him as fast as his stubby little legs could.

“What in the mines happened to you?” He asked as he got close enough to Alaric to hear him.

“Greenskins.” The human answered as he looked at the Dwarf, “Their Warboss stabbed me in the fucking gut.”

“Well being stabbed in the gut is nothing too bad.” The Dwarf joked before looking Alaric up and down again, “But you’re too tall to be a Dwarf, and you ain’t shining or spitting at me like an Elf. What are ya?”

“Man, I am Man.” Alaric said as he looked at the Dwarf, “My name is Alaric.”

“Well count your blessings you look like a Dwarf, it looks like you’ll be needin some bandages.” The Dwarf said before looking at Alaric’s hand, “By the Ten, what is that in your hand?”

Alaric looked at the blade, “It is the Blade of High King Fortage. His men gave it to me after we slayed their murders.”

“Fortage!?” The Dwarf’s eyes widened as he looked down the underway, “Come, Alaric the Man. Once we get your bangaged up, we are heading straight to Deep King Stog.”

>Stand for the King, as much as humanly possible
>Best to ease one’s body, don’t push one’s self.
>Ask to meet the king, after Alaric can actually stand.

>>4833849
>Ask to meet the king, after Alaric can actually stand.
the dude can come by our bedside if he really wants.

>>4833849
>Best to ease one’s body, don’t push one’s self.

Alaric is in a bad condition right now. Better if he rests for a while.

>>4833849
I'm between:

>Stand for the King, as much as humanly
possible
and
>Ask to meet the king, after Alaric can actually stand.

I don't know how are the WHF Dwarfs, but if they are kind of dicks, then the King my think that we aren't worthy to wield the sword of the High King. But also, staying where we are can help to don't fuck even more our wound and make a little of emphasis that a Man was worthy enough for somehow, inherite the Sword

>>4833967
I'm trying to make this not WHF, just Orcs vs. Humans is as ancient as Token and I like the Warhammer. However after that I do plan to make things different. Main example is there will be Isekai bullshit later on and you guys need to figure out how to deal with them.

>>4834037
>Isekai bullshit
well shit.

Are we getting Isekai shat on or is it someone else?

>>4834168
Second, you guys will need to deal with them.

>>4834171
This is Fantasy, right now you guys are becoming the Founding Myth of your House.

>>4833900
>>4833962
>>4833967 - Thanks for being indecisive. I'll just go for the one that makes the most sense.

“Yeah, that would be…” Before Alaric could finish his sentence, he collapsed on the ground.

Well, it seems like time has finally caught up with him. Though it was not so bad, since he collapsed in front of someone who might be trustworthy. Still there was always the chance he was fucked and that he was going to just be killed for wielding the sword of a fallen King.

However that did not really seem to be the case, as the last for moments of lucidity was feeling himself picked off the ground with a bit of urgency.

Times passed, and luckily Alaric was not killed in an instant. Even in this unconscious state, he still felt the pain of what had been inflicted upon him. Now though it was not just a feeling on the back of his head, but that gash wound in his gut.

After what felt like ages his eyes opened, those pains being the first thing he experienced. The next was the sword resting in his hand. There was a small thought, a wonder that he was not disarmed by whoever was taking care of him.

Slowly he opened his eyes, quickly looking around to see several men strung as if they were injured. No, they were not men but Dwarves!

He tried to rise, but a hand kept him down before he could do anything, “I would not do that there, Human. The Menders said you’re not going to be moving for a week.”

Feeling the dwosyness still on him, Alaric rubbed his eyes as he looked towards his captor, “W-who are you?”

“Deep King Stog, Alaric the Man.” He said with a somewhat chipper smile on his face, “I have heard of your arrival a few days ago, but then I was told you were sleepin’. Quite a thing, rejecting a King like that.”


“...”

“I’m just messin’ with ya!” He laughed while patting Alaric on the shoulder and quickly leaning back, “How about a mug of ale, that will help with the pain. I know from experience!”

Slowly Alaric picked himself up, getting a good look at the Dwarf infront of him. He had black hair, with what looked to be a Golden Armor adorned with gems. He had a smirk, getting a mug infront of Alaric.

“Thanks…” Alaric said as he accepted the drink, “W-why are you being so friendly?”

“Is your kind as stuck up as the Elves?” He laughed while taking a sip, “This all is a thanks, for settling a grudge I did not have the metal to finish myself.”

“... Fortage…”

“Yup, he was the High King of Helsk, leader of all us Dwarves around here.” He gave Alaric a grin, “My Father decided before I was born to seal the gates after the refugees arrived. Its not something I am proud of, though no one was willing to finish off the dreadful thing that was there.”

“Yeah, its gone.” Alaric admitted while tightening his hands on his sword, “But something else is coming over. Orcs from the East are coming over.”

“Ugh, those fucks are finally back.” The Dwarf said while downing his drink, “I will be talking to the Council then. You, get yourself all healed up then we can see what you can do for us.”

>Help around the Hospital
>Head out and train with some Dwarven Warriors
>Get a job as a helpin’ hand at the forges.

>>4834287
>Get a job as a helpin’ hand at the forges.
Take it easy and regain our strength before training again.

>>4834289
>Get a job as a helpin’ hand at the forges.

>>4834289
>>Get a job as a helpin’ hand at the forges.

>4834289
>Get a job as a helpin’ hand at the forges.

>>4834289
>Get a job as a helpin’ hand at the forges.

Most wounds heal with time, only ones as grievous that they would stain the person’s spirit tend to stick around for any longer. For Alaric, his strength had slowly come back over the month. Though his stomach would sting if he moved wrong, and what he was eating these days didn’t have enough meat in it to regain his lost blood.

However, in only a week he was no longer bound to the bed. He could walk straight enough and get around, though he needed to duck whenever he went through a doorway. It was kinda a good bit bothersome, but he paid it not nearly as much mind after a few days.

“Help me get this damn Iron Ore in there.” The Dwarven Smith yelled as he carted over a large container of iron ore.

“Yeah, give me a moment.” Alaric said back as he got a basket and started collecting the pieces of unpurified metal.

The man he was working with was Forge Father Helk. He was a stout Dwarf, then again most of the others were just as stout as him. He was getting a good bit gray, however small pieces of black seemed to betray his image.

“Good good, now pull the cord and heat it up!” The Forge Father announced as he ran to the far side of the smelter.

Alaric did as he was told, the flames of the smelter growing to extreme temperatures as the molten metal inside became more and more loose. In time it became a fluid, releasing itself onto a thin line of irrigation that led to a series of small bars.

“Good on ya, nice to have someone a little taller doin’ the work!” The Dwarf joked as he got on a small staircase and walked up to the top of the tanker. He then took a rod and started moving the material, taking out what Alaric learned was the impurities of the metal.

“Perfect, perfect!” He laughed as he hopped down and pulled a lever. In a moment the molds switched around to an open mold, “You’re doing good, Alaric. Better than half of my damned apprentices.”

“Thank you, been trying to do my best.” Alaric answered while giving the flames a steady stream of air.

>Talk about the Keep itself
>Figure out what is happening at this ‘Council’
>Learn what the hell is this set up!

>>4835325
>>Talk about the Keep itself

>>4835325
>Talk about the Keep itself

>>4835325
>Talk about the Keep itself

Talk of the Keep
>>4835388
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“So how does an outsider like you enjoy our keep?” The Dwarf asked as he was busy maning the lever.

“A good bit. It's… so different.” Alaric admitted as he looked over the edge towards the numerous forges about them, “I’ve never seen something like this, maybe except for Helsk.”

“Well of course Helsk would be the most grand, it was one of our greatest fortresses in this part of the world.” The Dwarf announced with a smile, “Though she’s been falling in disrepair these days.”

“What do you mean by that?” Alric asked as the Dwarf seemed to grow solemn.

“Well you see our realm was attacked at one point, by the Demon King’s forces.” The Dwarf admitted as he once again pulled the lever, “It was the start of the end there, monsters pouring in from the south east from what I recall. In that time we fought with the Elves, killing the monsters side by side. Soon, with the help of an unknown warrior, we ended its life.”

“So… you’re saying this was the start of the end?”

“You can say that, as a last spite against us the Demon Lord decided to curse our holds. First fell Konkor, then Letard, and as you know Helsk.” The Dwarf shook his head as he pulled the lever once again, “Once our allies, the Elves ignored our pleas for help as they enjoyed comfort in the painless south. Now we were forced to lock ourselves in our holds, lest we ourselves receive his curse.”

“So why was I let into here?” Alaric asked as he stood tall against the Dwarf. He might have stayed silent about this, but here he had been working with this fellow for the better part of three weeks and knew they were not going to toss him out.

“I think thats what the Council is trying to figure out.” The Smith said as he turned the lever for the final time, “We killed all the Greenskins once before, but here they are coming back when we are our weakest. This might be the thing that cracks our keep.”

>What if we fight back?
>Why not make our place a grinder of Greenskins?
>What gave ya the edge back then?

>>4836047
>What gave ya the edge back then?

>>4836047
>What gave ya the edge back then?

>>4836047
>What gave ya the edge back then?

What was the edge back then?
>>4836072
>>4836074
>>4836077

“What gave you the edge back then?” Alaric dared to ask the smith as they started to collect the cooled ingots.

“There were two things that gave us the edge.” He admitted while settling an ingot into the basket, “First was a great metal, the one the High King Sword is made of.”

“Is it that special?”

“Indeed, it is stronger than purified iron and will never dull.” He answered while looking towards it on the desk, “But even with the material infront of me, the secret was held secret for so long that it was lost with Helsk. That, and Black Powder.”

“Why would a powder be important?”

“Because the powder is what use to fuel our great cannons.” He answered while sighing, “However the Dwarfs who knew it had died in the first disaster. None have been able to recreate it and only the oldest remember how it functioned. Rumor was that they would cause big explosions, but have you ever heard of a powder explode?”

“Can’t say, really can’t say.” Alaric admitted while shaking his head, “Think you guys will ever figure it out again?”

“Not if we stay locked up like this.” The Dwarf said outright while he hefted away a full basket of ingots, “Being locked in here is causing us to grow both dumber and softer. I feel everyone agrees with that, but who knows what will come to us if we open the doors.”

>”When it does, I will be there to fight with you all.”
>Hope it never comes to that.
>Maybe Isolation is the best.

>>4836453
>When i return to the surface i will make a kingdom of my people, we will slay the greenskins and when it is safe we will come to you so you can leave your holds in safety

>>4836475
+1

>>4836453
>Hope it never comes to that.

>>4836475
Support

>>4836475
support

>>4836453
>>”When it does, I will be there to fight with you all.”

>>4836567
>>4836486
>>4836749
you all need to greentext

>>4836475
Support

>>4836453
>When i return to the surface i will make a kingdom of my people, we will slay the greenskins and when it is safe we will come to you so you can leave your holds in safety

>>4836453
>When i return to the surface i will make a kingdom of my people, we will slay the greenskins and when it is safe we will come to you so you can leave your holds in safety

>>4836992
>Support

You can follow me when I make a Kingdom
>>4836475
>>4836989
>>4836992
>>4837003

Hope it never comes
>>4836551

When it does, I will fight with you
>>4836964

“When I get to the Surface,” Alaric started as he looked over the underground city, “I will make a Kingdom of my own and slay those Greenskin bastards. When I do, you fellows can come out of your holds in safety.”

“You mocking us, Human?” The Forge Father spewed as he gave Alaric a sharp glare, “You wantin’ to baby us like some upstart race of people!”

“Hey, I am just trying to be nice.” Alaric said with a smile, “Your people have saved my life twice now, why would I not repay it?”

“Because you’d be making us look like some weaklings. We are proud people, and if you are giving us such good meat I’d just spit at it!” He said while picking up the numerous ingots and throwing them into a smith fire, “Come on now, we need to start makin’ fucking weapons, because the moment I tell the Deep King what you just told me, they are going to fucking open the doors just to prove you wrong!”

Alaric felt a little offended by the Dwarf's speech, however he instead grew a nice grin, “If that's the case, I will just need to up my strength.”

Time went by, a month turning into three. Then it went from three months to six months. However the day after Alaric spoke his words, something in the air began to change in the hold. The Forge’s, whose fire was brilliant to Alaric before, was now burning like the gullet of dragons.

In the streets Dwarfs were walking about more often, the city guard starting to grow more and more as the people worked. The sales of weapons was starting to grow, the number of smiths growing with it.

It seems the Old Hold has awakened once again.

At this time, Alaric was reaching the age of 17. However he did not stop growing, becoming big enough to wield the Blade of the High King with little issue. His strength has also returned, making his job of working at the forge much easier.

It was during a Morning that Alaric walked outside to see a pair of guards dressed in the Royal Regalia. Alaric did not need to be a genius to know their reason for being there, and simply followed behind them as they made their way deep into the royal palace.

“Alaric, hmm, do Humans normally grow that large? You have not stopped growing since I first saw you.” Deep King Stog asked as he Met Alaric at the entrance hall.

“No, we do not.” Alaric answered as he rubbed at the pain on his neck, “Is there a reason for my calling here?”

“Indeed there is.” The King sad while turning on his heel and giving Alaric a smirk, “The Council has decided to open the Gates. We will no longer hide in shadow, but instead fight the good fight. If all does well we will push to retake Helsk!”

“Really?” Alaric felt a little skeptical at that, “And what do you want from me?”

“That is easy, I want you to fight with us.” The Deep King answered as he extended his hand, “You wield the Sword of the High Kings, and such a sight of your slaying will burn my people into a Drunken Fury. What do you say?”

>As long as Alaric leads an army himself
>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them
>No, Alaric needs to be with his people.

>>4837238
>>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them

>>4837240
>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them

>>4837238
>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them

>>4837238
>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them

>>4837238
>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them

>>4837238
>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them

>>4837238
>>Of course he will, he will fight side by side with them

Alaric Dwarffriend has a ring to it.

Of Course, he shall fight along with them!
>>4837258
>>4837367
>>4837454
>>4837460
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>>4837479
>>4837875

“Of course I will fight alongside you!” Alaric laughed while patting the fellow’s shoulder, “I owe you guys plenty already, might as well start paying it back.”

“Good, I knew my people could believe in you.” The Dwarf answered as he stuck out his hand, “Shake on it, friend.”

“Aye, I shall.”

And with that time started moving forward. Alaric of course now being whipped up in the struggles of the Fortress starting to awaken from its long awaited opening. Most assumed there was going to be a fight the moment they open those gates, and what was Alaric to tell them otherwise.

The Dwarfs started to gather about and assemble their machines of war. From what Alaric saw, they were massive bow like constructs that looked as if they would piece a man and leave nothing behind. Seeing it in action occasionally, that is exactly what would happen.

The other thing he saw was the Dwarven men being armored up. Their armor was of course made of iron, but it was an iron so pure that Alaric wondered if it could really be called iron. Those he had seen at the village were occasionally almost blade and red with dirt, but these were a clean sheet of grey.

As for Alaric they decided to not give him a suit of armor. The teen, coming close to the age of a man, was continously growing so much the armor would not fit in two months. So they decided to give him simple plating all across his vitals, enough to make sure a nice strike does not kill him and easy to adjust.

As for Alaric, he was:

>Helping them assemble the Machines of War
>Practicing with the common soldiers
>Testing the limits of his own blade.

>>4837923
>Practicing with the common soldiers
Always train and practice with other forces or else there will be accidents or mistakes.

>>4837923
>practicing with the common soldiers

Drilling is an important aspect of preparing for battle. I like our close ties with dwarves, i like dwarves.

>>4837923
>Practicing with the common soldiers
A leader of men, and dwarves.

>>4837923
>Practicing with the common soldiers
We know the tactics of Barbarians, now we need to know the tactics of the Dwarfs if we're going to fight alongside with them.

With the Common Soldiers
>>4837936
>>4837971
>>4838095
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Alaric had decided to start working with the common Dwarfs.

Between when he agreed to start preparing for a good fight and now it it has been a little bit over a year. He was huge, bigger than what the Orcs were when he faced them before. The Dwarfs did not really care, simply happy to have such a large and strong man helping them now.

Yes, they were glad to be working alongside him. Every moment he had now was spent on training, and the Dwarfs were more than willing to join him in it. They would work from First Flare to Dimfall, going to sleep only when the great crystal above them prepared for the night.

While he might not have been the most proficient with a blade, the sheer force of will he inspired from the Dwarfs was enough to awaken something grand within them. To them a Giant was fighting along their side, willing to bleed for their right to the outside world.

It was then that the grandest event happen, the time was coming for them to open the doors.

Alaric stood with the soldiers, the Deep King standing before them all as they looked forward towards the great gates to the outside.

“Dwarfs, for too long have we been cowards within our keep. We feared the worst was to come, that the Curse of the Demon Lord was to come and strike us down with demonic fury.” Stog announced as he raised a great axe into the air, “No more I tell you, no more! Today we prepare to open the gates to welcome the world again. And with it, all the horrors she holds.”

The Deep King pointed his axe towards the gates, “Gate Keepers, open this gate!”

Alaric prepared himself, watching as the almost millenia old chains began to strain against each other.

The reason the army was here, was quite simple, they knew there was a foe out there waiting for them. While no scouts were used thanks to the absolute sealing of these gates, the Dwarfs just knew that there was something out there waiting to devour them.

Alaric took in a breath, watching as the first few rays of sunlight he had not seen in two years began to eminate.

And with it, the Hordes of Orcs started to pill in as well.

“Those Dreadful Greenskins are here!” The Deep King announced as he pointed his axe, “CHARGE!”

>CHARGE!
>Hang back and watch for Orcish bullshit
>back up the soldiers, make sure few die as possible.

>>4838323
Can we ask for a team of dwarves to stay in reserve and watch our backs and call out any sneaky shit the orks try to pull?

Also are we fighting underground or are we fighting on the surface? Were the orks right outside the gates?

>>4838323
>>CHARGE!
Our Rage and Grudge will take us to victory

>>4838323
We are holding a gate what shit can they pull that a ballistia cant end in a second.

>Charge!
Or
>Back up the soldiers

I like both

>>4838323
>Back up the soldiers, make sure few die as possible.

>>4838323
>back up the soldiers, make sure few die as possible.

>>4838323
>back up the soldiers, make sure few die as possible.

>>4838323
>back up soldiers by acting as a shock troop where fighting gets hard, effectively being both the rescue and the Hammer against the orcish hordes

>>4838323
>Back up the soldiers.
Like another anon said, let's be shock troops where they need it most.

Quickly the situation devolved into a melee. The Curse of the Demon King seemed real, atleast to Alaric and all the Dwarfs that were fighting now. However, now they were prepared for it.

First things first of course was that the battlelines were clogged with greenskins. The Dwarfs made a wall, while the Greenskins were trying their best to brute force their way through the damned thing. Alaric was on the front lines, supporting his fellows as they waited the few remaining moments for the real fun to start.

That fun, of course, was the ballistas hanging out in the numerous balconies and shelves in the rock.

Within a moment dozens of wooden bolts were shot down at the encroaching horde. Quickly their bodies began to pile, however many were just turned into a could of blood as the bladed arrow carrying the force of a dozen men smashed into them.

Death was quick, brutal, but efficient. The Greenskins kept coming in, and the bodies were just going to keep piling up. Alaric being on the front lines realized he killed maybe a few dozen of the bastards before they could even scratch him. The Dwarfs next to him were doing great themselves, only a few dying. However with keeping in temdum with them, Alaric was managing great things.

“Fall back ten feet!” The Deep King announced as he growled something fierce, “There are too many bodies for the Balistas to keep shooting them.”

Alaric took a moment to think, and yeah that was the case. They had killed so many of them that if the mound was to grow more, they would be flooded with bodies.

So they all moved, in unison, back to a less crowded position. The fighting never stopped though, and damn did they want to kill the dwarfs. Though it was kinda funny watching them climb the corpses just to get to them.

>Set fire to the Corpses
>Keep this up, the more dead now is the less needed for the breakout!
>Use the Corpses as a barricade.

Sorry for it being late, some Anon got AT&T's IP banned. Again.

>>4840050
Does ork meat taste good?

>>4840056
Well its meat from an intelligent, no, semi-intelligent being that is full of muscle. Probably more on the lean side considering that. So we are talking pretty gamey meat with a hint of cannibalism.

>>4840050
if they are like wahammer orcs , they should be fungal based, and fungal is often very prone to catching fire.
>Set the corpses Ablaze.

>>4840057
Hmmm tempting, how much clothing are they wearing? Any hair or furs? Leathers? Are they just wearing a loin cloth and some scraps of metal?

>>4840064
Scraps of Bronze, nothing much after that.

>>4840057
Nah orcs no cannablism there. Differnet species

>>4840050
>Keep this up, the more dead now is the less needed for the breakout!

>>4840050
Id be for fire, but we are underground, and fire makes smoke.

>Keep this up, the more dead now is the less needed for the breakout!

>>4840050
>>Keep this up, the more dead now is the less needed for the breakout

>>4840050
>Use the Corpses as a barricade.

KEEP IT UP!
>>4840083
>>4840147
>>4840255

Corpses Ablaze
>>4840063

Corpse Barricade
>>4840311

“KEEP HOLDING IT EVERYONE!” Alaric yelled out as he stood his ground against the horde, “MAKE THESE FUCKERS PAY!”

To his works he received a roaring response of power, the numerous Dwarfs announcing their war cries as they used their steel armor to deflect all the attacks from the dangerous Orcs.

They fought and fought, the tide once again starting to fill up a crevasse of bodies and guts as they did so. Alaric, let alone all these dwarfs, never seen nearly this amount of death before. However with righteous fury they kept the line, those who died made sure to take down ten orcs with them.

Alaric felt his body thriving, the previous battles he fought in life making themselves known in his corpus. His muscles were like iron and his will to fight equaled steel. He did not back down, making sure that every Orc that came near the Dwarfs were surely to have a bad time.

“What in the snogging world are you all taking so long!” Announced a newcomer to the fight as he stepped over the pile of corpses. He was bigger than the orcs, and most definitely more meaner than them. However he was just that little bit smaller than the Warboss, which gave Alaric an idea of what exactly this mother fucker was.

He was the Boss of this group.

“Hmm, you’ve been killing all my men!” He pointed towards Alaric before giving a laugh, “Wait, weren’t you the sogging fool that da Warboss killed? You’re more alive than I thought you’d be.”

To those words he jumped, landing on the ground before Alaric as he grew a wide smile, “Well I might as well finish what da Warboss gitted up!”

And like an Oxe he ran right towards Alaric.

>Work with the Dwarfs to keep this fucker down
>Charge him head on as well, this is Alaric’s fight!!
>Try to make him a good target for a Ballista.

>>4840591
>Charge him head on as well, this is Alaric’s fight!!
Considering our fight with the warboss, it’s time for us to measure our blades with him

>>4840591
>Charge him head on as well, this is Alaric’s fight!!
We got a good sword that won't crumple right?

>>4840591
>Charge him head on as well, this is Alaric’s fight!!
>>4840685
Oh yeah, we have the fuckin kings blade

>>4840591
>Charge him head on as well, this is Alaric’s fight!!
Kill the head. The snake is dead.

>>4840591
>charge him

If they were like warhammer orcs and because alaric is so big and defeated a warboss, they thought alaric was a warboss to and he kept growing in size everytime he won, that would be hilarious

>>4840591
>charge him

>>4840591
>>4840961
>Charge him head on as well, this is Alaric’s fight!!
kek that'd be funny

CHARGE!!
>>4840682
>>4840685
>>4840776
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“And I WILL KILL YOU!!” Alaric shouted as he jumped lines and started slashed his way through the Orcs between him and the Orc Boss.

“Time for some zogging fightin’! LETS GO!” The other shouted as he too crossed the remaining orcs to make it to Alaric.

Their blades soon collided, the Orcs’s bronze weapon against Alaric’s made from Dwarven metal. The two soon began exchanging strikes, Alaric slicing at botht he Boss and every other Orc that came near them. Funny enough, the Boss was doing the exact same in disregarding the lives of his minions in order to have a good fight.

“You damned fool!” Alaric heard a laugh as another person started to cut their way through the Orcs. Soon beside Alaric came the Deep King Stog, Great Axe in hand as he gave Alaric a smile, “You think I’mma let you kill this bastard by yourself?”

“Hmph, I do not see a reason why not?” Alaric answered back with a smirk.

“Bring it you gits!” The Orc shouted as he charged the pair of them.

The next moment could not really be called a straight up fight, as both the High King and Deep King blades began to cut into the creature. The Orc tried his best to slice and cut at the pair. However, through sheer strength of metal and flesh, the fool was placed on the defensive.

“TAKE THIS YA FUCKER!” Alaric announced as he made an overhead strike against the Orc. The Greenskin tried to block it, but the quality of metal shattered as the High King’s blade glowed with radiance of might.

Since his blade could stop the strike, the Boss’s head was bisected with a monstrous swing.

“HAAAAAAAA!” Alaric yelled as the Greenskin forces quickly realized they done fuck and started their retreat. However due to the show of fervor, the Dwarven forces were already hot on their tails and killing them. Ballistas overhead began to shoot and even move outside to shoot at the remaining greenskins.

A close, but total victory.

“Good job there Alaric.” The Deep King said as they looked over the mounds of corpses, “With this we will inspire even more Dwarfs to take up arms and help us retake the keep. Of course that will take time, since we cannot leave this place not garrisoned.”

>Then Alaric will return with an army of men ready to fight with them
>Surely you only need a few months if we work hard at it.
>We should atleast secure the underway, incase they somehow found a way in there.

>>4841497
>Then Alaric will return with an army of men ready to fight with them

>>4841497
>>Surely you only need a few months if we work hard at it.
All hail the Tall King of the Dwarfs.

>>4841497
>>Then Alaric will return with an army of men ready to fight with them

>>4841497
>Then Alaric will return with an army of men ready to fight with them
>Maybe learn some more knowledge before leaving?

>>4841497
>Then Alaric will return with an army of men ready to fight with them

Form an army of man
>>4841518
>>4841564
>>4841874
>>4841560

Stay to work
>>4841548

“If that is the case, I think its fine time I head out.” Alaric told the Dwarf as he gave the fellow a smile, “I will meet my own people and start getting together an army. When a year is up, I will return here and both of us can fight for the keep.”

“Some might call that a foolish plan, but I like it!” The Deep King announced while patting Alaric on the back, “You have leadership in ya, I can tell.”

“Before I leave, mind giving me some information first?”

“Sure, I’m open for anything here.”

“Is there anything you can give me, something that can give me an edge against these Greenskins?”

“You already have it don’t ya?” The Dwarf asked while tapping his metal armor, “You know how to work metal, just figure out a good way to heat up metal on the surface and you’re golden.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Alaric laughed to himself as he went ahead and took a few steps above the corpses of the dead orcs and the occasional dwarf, “I will see you in a year, Friend!”

“Aye!”

And with that Alaric set off, his blood still pumping from the battle. However unlike before where he was a helpless child or a wounded warrior, Alaric was a giant in all sense of the word. Animals he killed lost their lives in a single strike, some even being run down by him.

That left just one real question though, now that he was able to body he needed to choose where to go. Going East might not yield him men, however if he was lucky enough any he found would be battle hardened. Let alone, that was the direction he last knew his clan was.

North of course was treacherously cold, at least that's what the elders told him. Maybe up there he would find men willing to fight alongside him to prevent orcs coming in their direction.

South is where the Elves are, and if they would be softies like the knife ears or barbarians raiding their cities was up in the air.

Lastly, East is where he believes most from the previous battle must have fled. They might have a grudge like him, or just chicken out.

>North
>South
>East
>West

>>4842114
>North
if it's a hard place to be, north must value strength, if alaric displays his strength, maybe he can win their loyalty, then we will surprise the orcs by coming down from the north instead of excepted east or the west

>>4842114
>East

>>4842114
>South

>>4842114
>East
Grudge against Orion doesn't mean hate against the clan's common folk. Also, it would be good to see if Herbert survived.

>>4842114
>North

East
>>4842322
>>4842238

North
>>4842227
>>4842479

South
>>4842263

Who shall break the tie?

>>4842114
>east

In the end Alaric still cared about his people, maybe just enough to make his way through the treacherous lands where the Orcs call home.

He walked and walked, making sure not to be spotted by any large force of Orcs on his way over. What was just a few days travel in the underground tunnels was turning into a week of travel by foot. Such was what happened when numerous hills, rivers, and the like all stood in the way of Alaric’s travel.

If things were like this, then no army like the Orcs could be fielded without being really fucking slow. So that is a positive towards possibly finding people in this direction. Though he somehow knew deep down he was not going to be that lucky.

And he was, at least in respect to his old clan. As by the end of the week terrain finally became familiar and he could guide himself through the forests. However when he made it to the place where the village once stood, he found nothing but burnt ruins of several huts. However, as far as he could tell there were no bones around here.

Then again, Orcs probably ate bones themselves.

However he could not find himself feeling too sad about this, since really he only had some feelings for his brother and a few dead men. Two years is a lot of time, and whatever evidence of where those fuckers went is missing from here.

So Alaric continued to travel East, knowing full well he was deep within Orcish territory. Surely there were some humans as stubborn as he was, trying their best to spite the incoming reign or the Warboss.

And his guess was right, as coming to his ears he could listen to the sounds of a minor fight occuring. A day from his old ruined village, Alaric sneaked his way to find a series of men with their surrounded by a few dozen greenskin.

“Hmm, whatcha gits trying to do?” One of the Orcs said as they waved around a spear, “You sneakin’ around tryin’ to do do bad stuff to us.”

“You fuckers kidnapped our people!” One of the men announced as he hesitantly wielded a spear.

“And they are goin’ to make zogging good snacks after we eat ya!” The Orc annoucned while slowly making his way towards them.

>Try and make a distraction
>Go out there and start murdering greenskins
>These men got captured, they will not be tough enough for Alaric.

>>4842896
>Try and make a distraction
Orcs are fucking stoopid, so if the other humans have their pants on, surely by distracting the Greenskins they will kill those bastards

>>4842896
>Try and make a distraction

>>4842896
>Try and make a distraction
If they don't kill a greenskin, then we will abandon them for being too weak.

>>4842896
>Try and make a distraction

>>4842896
>make a distraction

>>4842896
>make a distraction

Distraction
>>4842905
>>4843007
>>4843023
>>4843040
>>4843748
>>4843750

Now Alaric could not really care for men who got themselves captured, but that did not mean he would abandon them. However that did not mean these men were going to be useless. They looked tough, just caught at the wrong place at the wrong time.

So with a smirk Alaric picked up a rock and threw it at a nearby tree.

“Hmm, what was dat?” One of the Orcs asked as he turned to face where it landed.

“What was? You hear something ya got?” One of the Orcs asked while going next to the other.

“Yeah, over there.”

“Let me see!” Another orc said as he got next to him.

After a few moments they all were facing that direction. The prisoners were confused at what was happening at first, but soon raised their weapons as the last Orc turned his back to them.

“You gits-!” One Orc was about to say something, however he as well as several others received a spearhead through the back without resistance.

“THE PRISONERS ARE BACKSTABBING US!” The Orcs annoucned as it quickly devolved into a melee. The men all fought as their lives very much depended on it. Soon the road was cleared of the green idiots, the men losing three to the Orc’s twenty.

With a smirk on his face Alaric decided to walk his way towards them, “Bravo, men! You did pretty well!”

The men gave him a glare as they were injured, “Who in the God’s name are you?”

“My name is Alaric, I’m the one who caused the distraction.”

“Hmph, guess thanks for that. Though woulda been helpful if you came down to help.”

“Look, if it was not for my help you guys would all be prisoners still, right?” Alaric asked to which none of the men could give him a proper response, “Good, good. Now then, what were you guys even trying to do?”

“...” They all looked at one another, soon what Alaric realized was the leader stepping up, “The Orcs just raided our village. We need help rescuing the prisoners.”

>Good luck with that
>I can really help with that
>You all go home, let Alaric do the work to prove himself.

>>4843878
>i can help with that

>>4843878
>I can really help with that

>>4843878
>I can really help with that

>>4843878
>I can really help with that

I can help with that
>>4843965
>>4843995
>>4844266
>>4844286

>>4843878
>I can really help with that
There's an app for that, just download Alaric.exe and the rest works itself out.

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“I can help you guys with that.” Alaric said with a smile, “Is your tribe still alive or are the prisoners still the remaining fools?”

The few men looked at one another before giving tired nods, “Most of the clan, including our Chief, are all captives of the Orcs. I cannot say if they are still alive, but you never know with these Greenskins.”

“No, you never do.” Alaric admitted as he tapped his sword, “Then we should get moving, do you know where their camp is?”

“There was a smoke stack here a few hours ago we’ve been following, the Orcs might be preparing something nasty.”

“Indeed, then show me the way.” Alaric said while patting one of them on the shoulder, “We can get your people back.”

“Thanks, I guess.” The fellow said before they made their way towards a distant smoke stack.

It was a few hours of walking, but soon Alaric found himself on a summit looking over an Orcish camp. There must have been at least a thousand Orcs there, all cheering and yelling as they made the largest bonfire Alaric has seen in his life. What quickly caught his eyes was the several pens filled with men, women, and children.

“By the Gods and Spirits, I can’t believe they are-!”

Alaric simply shook his head as he too figured out what was happening. He guessed Orcs could care two shits about fucking, but the Warband definatly cared about getting something tasty to eat.

And as if to confirm their suspicions one of the Orcs took a stand on a makeshift platform, “BOIS! SHUT THE ZOGGING UP! Today we have a feast worthy of the Warboss himself, an entire village or Umies!”

The Orcs gave a cheer as the Orc tried his best to hype them all up.

“Once dis fire gets really rollin’, we are goin’ to eat all em’! And no ‘umie is going to stop us!”

Another roar came through the crowd, all the Orcs readying for their feast.

>Sneak in to try and release the Prisoners
>Challenge the Boss to a one on one!
>Ruin their bonfire.

>>4844315
>Ruin their bonfire.

They chase after us, fight the shortboss one on one in the woods while the others rescues the prisoners?

>>4844315
>Challenge the Boss to one v one
If we win, shout : who wants to be a boss next
And thus challenge the second biggest orc, and then the third and the fourth and so on, until orcs believe that we iz da baddest

>>4844315
>>Challenge the Boss to a one on one!
Also supporting >>4844393
Orcs are dumb enough to forget they have numeric advantage and fight one on one untill the end. That will also prove to the whole village that Alaric is a worthy ruler

>>4844315
>Ruin their bonfire.

Challenge the Boss
>>4844393
>>4844402

Ruin the Bonfire
>>4844322
>>4844620

We are doing the one v one.

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With a smile Alaric got up from the ground and dusted his shirt off, “You guys stay back here, I think I have a good way of taking care of them.”

“Uh, sure but what are you going to do?”

“You’ll see, and after that I think you’ll have an idea what I am planning.” Alaric answered as he started running down the hill.

He could feel the staring of the men behind him as he casually walked his way towards the Orc encampment. They did not really notice him until Alaric was close enough to be within charging distance, to which a pair of Orcs quickly noticed him.

“Oi, you’re not supposed to be out!” The Orc said before getting out a club and charging at Alaric, “Get back in you-!”

Before the Orc could finish his words, his head was sent flying across the ground. The cheers slowly began to die as the Orcs turned to face Alaric, who was setting his knee on top of the killed corpse.

“Hello fellow savages!” He announced as his weapon glowed red, “My name is Alaric, wielder of the High King Fortage’s Sword. I noticed you have a lot of my people trapped, so I am here to demand you release them!”

“Zogging what you talking about!” The Boss quickly responded as he gave Alaric a nasty glare, “Coming all the way out here on your own! ORCS-!”

“Now stop right there!” Alaric’s voice cut the Orc off as he raised the sword at the beast, “I challenge you to single combat, you fucker!”

“What!?” The Orc almost laughed as he heard this, “You thinkin’ you can fight be one on one?”

“Of course, I already killed one of you Bosses before!” Alaric announced as he took a few steps towards the Orcs, “Are you too chicken to face me, ya git!”

“You zogging ‘umie! You gonna regret those words!” The Orc announced as he hopped off his stand and walked his way towards Alaric, “Bois, stay back and watch me kill ‘im! Make a ring!”

To his words, the Orcs quickly started to wrap themselves around Alaric. They were close enough to smell, and he did not like the damned smell. However he did not care much about it now, as the Orc Boss finally made his way to Alaric.

The creature was tall, however Alaric would look right at his nose. The Orc was also weidling a massive club, which Alaric assumed was made from a bunch of human bones tied together.

“Alright, ya git! I’ll be nice and give ya the first move! Come on, hit me!” He laughed while hefting the club over his shoulder.

>One strike, right through the neck
>Go aggressive, give him hell and teach these fuckers what Alaric is made of
>Goad him into attacking first, prove your strength, then kill him.

>>4844804
> Give him what he wants. Go agressive.

>>4844804
>One strike, right through the neck

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>>4844804
>Go aggressive, give him hell and teach these fuckers what Alaric is made of
Comon make it a spectacle, if not then the orks will not be entertained

>>4844804
>>Go aggressive, give him hell and teach these fuckers what Alaric is made of

>>4844901
This, 100%. +1

>>4844804
>Goad him into attacking first, prove your strength, then kill him.

Kill him!!
>>4844827
>>4844901
>>4844920

One Strike
>>4844872

Goad him
>>4845329

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“I’ll take it!” As Alaric quickly ran forward and gave the Orc a nice slice in the stomach. As expected, the beast quickly responded with an overhead strike from his maul, which slammed against Alaric’s blade as he moved to defend.

With one weapon out, the Orc went for a kick to the groin against Alaric. The man felt it, but it was a small pain to the growing pain that ebbed in his gut and the back of his neck. Alaric raised his weapon up, opening the Orc up for another strike as he sliced into his right chest.

“You woosing out on me?” Alaric goaded the Orc as he pointed his sword towards the other.

“You bein’ beaten by a ‘umie!” The Orcs laughed as the two broke away, “You didn’t even hit ‘im in the balls hard enough!”

“Silence ya gits! I’ll kill him good!” The Orc shouted as he prepared his maul of flesh and bodies once again, “I’mma smash you!”

“That's the spirit, come on!” Alaric annoucned as he pointed his sword at the stupid foe.

“I’LL KILL YOU!” The Orc yelled as he rushed at Alaric with a charge.

The Human waited for a moment, watching as his foe ran as fast as he could. Really there was one thing he could do, the strength in his joint more than begging to be used as he held his sword with one hand. He looked to his arm, and made sure the armor was on there just right for him to have a little fun.

“DIE!!!” The Orc announced as he was right upon Alaric.

As the maul came down, Alaric swung his arm to the side and smashed the metal into the shitty wooden shaft. In an instant, the rotting wood gave and shattered into several pieces as the Orc looked down to see the blade being shoved into his chest. And with a flick of his barbarian strength, Alaric drew the blade and sliced horizontally right through the chest like it was water.

With his heart and half his body cut, the Orc fell onto the ground just for Alaric to step on his body.

>Try to scare the Orcs away
>More Challenges, demand they throw their strongest to avenge their Boss!
>Ignore the crowd and release the humans.

>>4845480
>>Ignore the crowd and release the humans.
If they attempt to attack us or the other humans kill them

>>4845480
>Ignore the crowd and release the humans.

>>4845480
>Ignore the crowd and release the humans.
If they want to stop us, we should ask for the left hand of the Warboos and challenge him

>>4845480
>More Challenges, demand they throw their strongest to avenge their Boss!

>>4845480
>>More Challenges, demand they throw their strongest to avenge their Boss!

>>4845480
>More Challenges, demand they throw their strongest to avenge their Boss!
Gotta kill a few more. Its practically free kills.

MORE CHALLENGERS
>>4845636
>>4845704
>>4845730

High and Mighty
>>4845618
>>4845561
>>4845558

We must break the tie, who shall do so?

>>4845480
>MORE CHALLENGES
inscribe ourselves in orcish psyche

>>4845480
>more challenges
Let's take out strongest of them, give them a good scare, display our true strength

>>4845480
>More Challenges, demand they throw their strongest to avenge their Boss!

Well that was a slam.
>>4845885
>>4845888
>>4845899

“So, are you all entertained!?” Alaric announced as he looked around at the several speechless Orcs around him, “Here I have killed your Boss, a human killing your boss in one on one combat! You are all going to just stand around?”

The Orcs all looked at one another, as if questioning Alaric’s words as he spoke to him. However Alaric grew a smile as he knew exactly what to say, “Since I have killed your Boss, any who defeat me shall be the next Boss! Come on, I’m sure I can take any of you!”

“You can’t take me, ya damned git!” An Orc the size of Alaric announced while stepping out of the field, “I’ll be the next Boss, and you can’t stop me!”

“That's the spirit.” Alaric said as he pointed his blade against the foe, “You shall be the first, and until that fire goes out I shall face each and every one of you!”

“HYAAAA!” Growed the Orc as a long night of fighting starts.

Alaric quickly took out this fellow, a shattered blade and kicked in skull was his fate. The Orcs began to roar as the next challenger came, this one losing both his legs before he was put down. And the next, and the next.

Day slowly crawled into night, as every single Orc was put away after their minute of combat. Before, whenever Alaric would be hurt the Orcs would cheer and gawk when he killed their champion, soon the primal nature of the Orcs recognizing their better took hold. Roar of entertainment and fear came across all of them as Alaric dispatched them one by one.

The floor where Alaric fought was littered with Corpses, the bodies of his damned foes covering the earthy dirt underneath him.

However that was just the Orcs, as in their now unguarded pens the men, women, and children all watched as a Hero, a true savior of humanity triumphed against each and every one of these greenskinned foes.

It was when the bonfire started to die, and the moon lit the battle pit that Alaric had a moment’s breath. His body on fire from the numerous fights that he needed to endure, and he was all but worn down from fight after fight. However High King Fortage’s Sword never dulled in his hands and all of his wounds were only surface.

He looked around at the moment, realizing almost half the Orcish warband was underneath his feet as no others came before him, “So thats it? None of you wish to fight for the title of Boss?”

There was no response, the Orcs looking at one another as if begging them to go up and face certain death.

“Then run you fools, as murderer of both your Boss and Clan, I have the right to my people, and at this moment I give you the chance to flee before I come for you too!”

As if a spell was broken among them, the Orcs decided that death now was worse than death on the battlefield! A complete and utter route, no Orc willing to stick around out of both respect and fear of the Warboss of Man.

>Go talk to the old Chief, see what he says after that fight
>Announce Alaric’s intention of killing the Warboss
>Start walking, the people will follow.

>>4846070
>Announce Alaric’s intention of killing the Warboss

>>4846070
>Turn Around, look at the humans, raise the sword in the air and do a victory scream, then start walking, they will follow (we'll talk to them as they follow us)

>>4846173
+1 then
>>4846070
>Go talk to the old Chief, see what he says after that fight
next

>>4846070
>Go talk to the old Chief, see what he says after that fight

Talk to the Chief
>>4846454
>>4846606

Announce the desire!
>>4846109

Bring the humans over! Cheer in Victory!
>>4846173

As the Orc finally ran away from the location, Alaric happily hopped off the mound of corpses and made his way towards the gates. With a slash of High King Fortage’s Sword he shattered whatever remained of the locks and looked towards the crowd.

With a smile Alaric called out towards the Dwarfs, “So, where is the old Chief. I wanna talk to the fellow.”

The small clan of people look at Alaric with wonderment, soon a modest size man making his way towards the front of them all. He was roughly kept, obviously a prisoner of war by the Orcs. However in the end he was smaller than Alaric, a sure showing to everyone around them of who was superior.

“What is you name, and which tribe you come from?” The Chief asked as he looked up to Alaric.

“Alaric, as for my clan I do not believe I have that anymore.”

“You won’t accept an invitation to join mine then? I can even see you as a Son I never had.”

“Hmph, I only have one Father and he was a bastard.” Alaric laughed as he patted the man’s shoulder, “I have saved your people, Chief, unlike those who you probably served before.”

The Chief looked from one side to another, then gave Alaric a nice stare, “You want me to betray the High Chief?”

“What choice do you have, he was useless.”

The Chief seemed to think to himself for a moment before deciding on what he wanted, “Very well, I will bow to you as long as you take two of my daughters as Wives.”

>Two Wives, that sounds pretty good.
>No, Alaric shall get all of them. Alaric deserves it.
>Only one, for now.
>No, they will follow Alaric for his strength, not for this tribal political bullshit.

>>4846846
>No, they will follow Alaric for his strength, not for this tribal political bullshit.
We will take them if we please, but we do not for now as there is far greater issues to face from the threat of the orks and our entire tribes and very way of life are threatened. We've no time for this but there will be time for it later.

In all seriousness, we can marry women from tribe chiefs who are more appreciative and have pretty daughters and more men.

I think if we can lead them through force, will and charisma to attain a greater goal of unifying the majority of the tribes and becoming the High Chief King, we can bring about a new age for our people.

We shall bring forth revolutionary ideas to strengthen our people and blood and we must do so through not only by our physical strengths but buy our ideas and our will.

>>4846846
>No, they will follow Alaric for his strength, not for this tribal political bullshit.

>>4846846
>Two Wives, that sounds pretty good.

>>4846987
We are gonna gather all the tribes, we are gonna have dozens of wives and the wifely drama that comes with many wives/

I will likely have 20 wives before we unify all the tribes...

>>4846846
>two wives that sounds good
As long as they are physically vigorous we are good, we need to reproduce a lot, spread our genes.
What i mean that is we need lots and lots of sons, because when we become a chief, power of our clan will be maintained by strength and numbers of our children, otherwise some ambitious chief taking over after we pass, or down on the road, is very likely.

>>4846846
>>Two Wives, that sounds pretty good.

>>4846846
>Gee Alaric, TWO wives?

>two wives

>two wives

>>4846846
>Two Wives, that sounds pretty good.
Mixing the blood of the clans shall be a good idea.
We have to be carefull that they won't use the wives as political leverage.

“I’ll accept them then.” Alaric answered while extending his hand, “We will be traveling for a while, I hope you and your people are ready for this.”

“I think we are, it can’t be worse than what we were going to experience here.” The Chief answered as they shook hands, “Now come, I will show you my daughters.”

“Yes you will.” Alaric answered with a smile, realizing his nights were not going to be so lonely any more.

The next few days came by, the clan of people salvaging what they could from the orcish encampment in preparation for their travels. Most were making bags out of spare cloth and animal hides that were laying around, others of course tried to make wheelbarrows. These people were ready to start moving it seems.

As for Alaric, he had his time working with the people using his knowledge of working with the Foreman. He made sure people did not grab useless things, and that everything they had was going to be of use to them here later.

However that was not the only thing he had to take care of now, especially as he walked over to meet the two women who had become his wives.

“Welcome back, High Chief.” A short and thin woman said as Alaric arrived the tent that he claimed to be his own. She had black hair without many other features about her.

“Cisi, where is your Sister?”

“I’m here!” Alaric turned to see a girl that looked similar, but a little bit younger than the other.

As there was no shaman anymore, they simply had to consummate their marriage a few nights ago. They cooked, worked, and helped Alaric make sure he had a place to stay but nothing much else. That might have been because they were quite malnourished like everyone else and barely had any meat on their bones.

“So, when are we going to start traveling?” Cisi asked as she walked up to Alaric with a small bowl of meats and herbs.

“Tomorrow, though…”

>Stay in the East and pick up more clans to make your Horde
>Travel South to raid the Elves for Supplies
>Go west to guarantee these people’s safety.

>>4847705
>Go west to guarantee these people’s safety.

>>4847705
>Go west to guarantee these people’s safety.
>Start teaching people in the way of metal?

>>4847705
>Go west to guarantee these people’s safety.

I do need to laugh that horniness won.

>>4847705
>Stay in the East and pick up more clans to make your Horde

>>4847705
>Go west to guarantee these people’s safety.

>>4847705
>>Stay in the East and pick up more clans to make your Horde

>>4847705
>>Stay in the East and pick up more clans to make your Horde

Its a tight race, do you stay here and collect an army or be satisfied with a small clan and two wives.

>>4847705
>Stay in the East and pick up more clans to make your Horde
>>4848017
We need an army to defeat the warboss

East to grow the horde
>>4848077
>>4848016
>>4848009
>>4847797

West for safety
>>4847725
>>4847730
>>4847756
>>4847828

I hereby elect stay in the east, because that is the more ambitious choice.

“We wandered the area looking for folk.” Alaric told her as he gave a form nod to himself, “Its a little hard to choose as I have people to guard, we still need more folk if I am to fight the Warboss.”

“Then I hope I can see you fight a little bit more.” She said as the smaller girl gave him a smile, “You did that for us, I don’t see why you can’t do it for everyone else.”

Alaric gave a chuckle as he stood tall, “Thanks for the kind words, are you aiming for more or something?”

“Maybe.” She said while shoving the bowl into the High Chief’s hands, “Eat up, we need to get more people.”

True to Alaric’s words, the people of this clan started to move about the lands once again. They would salvage the land, taking up fruits and killing some animals to get what they want. While the travel was getting slower thanks to the amount of people, Alaric knew it would also bring him opportunities.

“HYA!” Alaric yelled as he sliced through the last orc in the area. The beast’s head dropped as he cleaned his blade and placed it back into his sheath, “So where did he come from?”

“Th-that direction!” The victims announced as Alaric towered over them.

True to be there was a few stacks of smoke in that direction. There were Orcs in that direction, and either it was going to be a few prisoners among them or maybe a group of humans being hunted. However that left Alaric a question.

>Bring the men of the tribe to go kill some Orcs
>Same verse, same as the first. Go over and stand killing Bosses.
>Maybe investigate the area more, see what the situation is first

>>4848430
>>Bring the men of the tribe to go kill some Orcs

>>4848430
>>Same verse, same as the first. Go over and stand killing Bosses.

>>4848430
>Maybe investigate the area more, see what the situation is first

>>4848430
>Maybe investigate the area more, see what the situation is first

Maybe have men ambush the routing orks.

Investigate the Area
>>4848475
>>4848847

Same as the first
>>4848453

Form an army
>>4848448

>>4848874
Well I'd like to see if our people can take the orks or not. No need to risk them on on a blind rush into the enemy. Lets be smart and use smartboy fighting ideas like tactics and teamwork.

“You all stay here and try to make yourselves hidden.” Alaric said to the men as he gave a wave of the hand, “I will be going ahead and taking a look at what is happening.”

“Understood, High Chief!” one of the minor men said as they gave Alaric a nod.

With an understanding quickly made, Alaric quickly crossed into the woods and towards where the numerous fires were. While he was trying his best to remain stealthy, it did not help that he kept running into those god damned Wolf-Riders as he approached.

Since he was able bodied and no longer afraid of their kind, it was easy for him to dispatch the one or two beasts who appeared in his way. Still he was quickly realizing the situation even as he was arriving at the scene before him.

“On ward ya damned gits!” Annoucned the Orc Boss as he laughed into the air, “We got ‘em ‘umies where we want ‘em! A little bit more step and we will be upon them!”

To his words the Orcs all around him gave a mighty roar of approval, and it was quickly becoming evident what was happening.

Those Wolf Riders were supposed to lock down the villagers, while the main force of Orcs will go in and get the actual fight happening.

The battlefield was soon evident, a small opening between two large groups of trees. On the other side of the Orc Host was the numerous adults, both men and women, who were up for fighting against the Orcish horde.

If Alaric was to run back and get his men, a good chunk of the fight is already going to be over. However if he was going to run in there, well he does run the risk of injury. Though Alaric, with every kill he commited, knew he was slowly getting stronger from it all.

Then again, he could focus on just supporting the people from the side, helping the remaining villagers escape through the murder of the Wolf-Riders

>Go in for the fight!
>Run back and get reinforcements
>Kill some Wolf Riders

I know you all would say, couldn’t we make a singal, but you forget this is the Dark Ages and there are already stacks of fire everywhere.

>>4848899
>Kill some Wolf Riders

Lets open a corridor.

>>4848899
>kill the wolf riders.
REVENGE

>>4848899
>Kill some Wolf Riders
We can grab on of the hummies and tell em to go git our men to come back up us.

Really sucks that most decisions have to be made on the spot and that path is largely set.

>>4848899
>Kill some Wolf Riders

>>4848899
>>Kill some Wolf Riders

>>4848899
>Kill some Wolf Riders

>>4848899
>Kill some Wolf Riders

The thought of those riders was starting to crawl into Alaric’s mind, the realization of what was before him becoming obvious.

Now was the moment, now was the time he could cull their horde and take revenge for the devastation that they have wrought against Alaric. Going back into the Forest, he went towards the nearest Wolf-Rider easily found by the monstrous barking of their mounts.

“Ah, a ‘umie finally coming out to play?” the beast rider asked as he saw Alaric coming to his part of the woods.

“Sure, though its going to take more of you to take me out.” Alaric announced as he brandished his sword.

“Sounds like a challenge! Hehe, lets see if ya got enough dakka in ya!” he announced while charging at Alaric.

The Man prepared himself, waiting for the creature to get just close enough so that he could get a strike in. Before the Orc could stab his spear, Alaric had quickly stepped forward and sliced into his shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, the arm came flying off.

“Guh!” The Orc screamed as he dropped the spear and held his stump, “You are gonna pay for that!”

“You really think you can face me?” Alaric taunted as he wielded the blade at the Orc, “Come on, get your friends.”

“HYAAAA” The Orc shouted before charging at Alaric. Seeing it for what it was, Alaric quickly cut the Orc down.

This was just one example of what was a common occurance against Alaric and the Wolf-Riders. They all seemed to be full enough of themselves that they would all charge him. In response, of course, he would cut them down to size. One after another, the annoyance was starting to grow.

Once he murdered about thirty of the fuckers was when Alaric finally arrived where a bunch of people were huddled in a small tent. They noticed him with widening eyes as he cleaned the blood off his sword.

>Order them to flee towards Alaric’s group, stay put
>Have them flee, with orders to bring reinforcements
>bargain their lives at this moment, this so vital moment.

>Order them to flee towards Alaric’s group, stay put

Leave, there is more murder to be had

>>4850295
>Order them to flee towards Alaric’s group, stay put

Order them to go, Alaric will stay and fight.
>>4850485
>>4850613

“You all!” Alaric yelled out as he pointed at them, “In that direction stands my people, I recommend that all of you head over there. I’ll stay here and cover your escape.”

“W-what!?” One of the women came forward with widened eyes, “W-who are you!?”

“My name is Alaric, your savior. Now do as I say before those Orcs catch up to you!”

“T-thank you!” The woman announced before the wave of people broke past Alaric and through the Forest.

Alaric watched as every manner of person, old or very young came through. He felt a small bit of pride knowing these people will soon owe their lives to him, and he was sure that these children will become his warriors in due time.

As he watched, he felt a small tug on his shirt. Looking down, he saw an old woman with a smile looking up to him, “So you were the one who I saw, wielder of the Golden Blade.”

“Are you the Shaman?”

The woman gave a steady nod, “I saw you, and I made sure all around knew of your arrival. Your might will crush all before you, that I have foreseen.”

“Thank you?” Alaric felt his confusion on the surface, but did not pay much more attention to it as he shook his head, “Is there something you need or desire?”

“Of course.” She said while reaching into her pocket and handed Alaric a small amulet, “Take this, and you will be found by someone who may be able to help you.”

Alaric accepted the amulet, looking down with confusion, “What do you-” However there was no person there to take his question as he noticed all the refugees had finally fled.

>Leave the men to do
>Run and reinforce the men!
>Wait for the retreat, then start cutting down the Orcs as they chase the men down.

>>4850887
>run and reinforce the men
.

We aint runnin from a fight!

>>4850887
>Run and reinforce the men!
We and the boys gonna defend it

>>4850887
>run and reinforce the man

>>4850887
>>Run and reinforce the men!

>>4850887
>Run and reinforce the men!

Reinforce and fight!
>>4851027
>>4851029
>>4851066
>>4851257
>>4851263

With the lives of the weak and powerless gone, Alaric turned towards the opening of the forest. With a quick sprint he covered the forest, piercing the edge to see what he just about expected.

Two armies were fighting, with dozens of corpses laying about. They were locked in a monsterous melee, however it was the men who were obviously losing.

“HAHA! A little bit more you gits and we will have them!” Laughed the Boss as Alaric felt his blood run hot.

Cries of all the men came to Alaric’s ears, as it was becoming obvious that those men were soon to lose their lives. However they were not going to flee, not when their people were standing behind them.

Well at least that's what they still thought. Still, he had to admire these people for their perseverance and determination. Perfect people to add to his Horde.

So with a blade raised, Alaric ran from the forest and into the numerous backside of the Orcs. With his weapon raised, the Orcs looked at him with a bit of confusion. However his size was monstrous even to them, and when he impacted their back line they did not know what had happened.

Orc after Orc was slaughtered, becoming nothing more than fertilizer for the earth as Alaric rended their flesh. Like a weedwacker, he slaughtered the numerous creatures with an efficiency that was terrifying to the Orcish herd.

In a moment’s notice, the forces of men became bolstered as they saw a savior among their kind. A savior who would grant them victory. One who was simply the bane of Orcs.

“Ya damn git, I’ll-!” The Orcish boss was silenced as Alaric removed his head from his neck, the blood trailing across the grass as the last of the Orcs began to flee from the massacre. A few fled, however Alaric was more than happy to have his being known. Just meant the Warboss was more likely to show up.

With the Orcs gone, there was a small sound of relief going across the men. However soon enough they all looked towards Alaric, who was standing upon the Corpses of numerous slain Orcs underneath his feet.

Thus was he known as Orcsbane.

>Focus on trying to get some iron to create better arms.
>Figure out this damned amulet.
>Use all of Alaric’s time to gather the men of the East.

>>4851759
>Focus on trying to get some iron to create better arms.

>>4851759
>>Focus on trying to get some iron to create better arms.

>>4851759
>Focus on trying to get some iron to create better arms.

>>4851759
>Use all of Alaric’s time to gather the men of the East.