[color=f26522]"Come, come, we're already late, we don't  want to miss out, do we?"[/color] Shukra shook his head, and double the pace of his march. Already below him, the massacre had begun, much to his annoyance. With that, he and the fifty orc warriors he had brought from his force marched down the hill, the men already breaking up into smaller units. It was a work of art, no orders given to make the savages do as he wanted. They'd been trained well.

The orcs, in their patchwork iron and fur armor, had assembled into three units: One of ten, one of twenty, and second of ten. Shukra did not even glance behind him to make sure everyone was where they needed to be. He knew that they were. [color=f26522]"Team C, go to the fields and secure the crops. Anyone fucks with them, take it as a personal insult. Go."[/color] With a quick "Yes, sir!" the ten orcs jogged off, pots and baskets in hand. [color=f26522]"Team B, secure survivors. Any and all that do not raise a hand to you are to be gathered in the courtyard, preferably unharmed. Go."[/color] The team of twenty left with even less fuss, though many were likely miffed about not being able to kill like they wished. Finally, he and his team headed towards the northern side of the village. [color=f26522]"Ready your bows, boys. You'll be killing any who try to escape. And do try not to miss. I'd rather that archery training have not been wasted."[/color] The final team departed, leaving Shukra to stand just outside the village.

Clearing his throat and using a little magic, he shouted into the sky, voice amplified so that all around could hear him. [color=f26522]"Good people of this village, cease your struggle! The time has come to rid yourself of your shackles, to become men of your own! Surrender yourselves to the orcs, and claim your allegiance to them! All under their protection will be under [i]my[/i] protection! You will become mine, and I will keep you safe from the horrors that now threaten to slaughter your men and rape your women!"[/color]

With that, he began to stroll through the little village, to "save" all that he could. Life under him was better than no life that all.