[center][h3][b]Ukdur Hellhammer[/b][/h3][/center]
Letting out a scoff of satisfied amusement, Ukdur would shift his axe off his shoulder, resting his hand under the head of it  as the two Chieftains along with him would move to stand. [b][color=red]"I've been killing elves since I left that prison of theirs, suppose it's time to stop running and give that wave a wall of iron to break against."[/color][/b] Giving a nod to the Overlord's throne, Ukdur cast a sidelong glance to the other Lieutenants, gaze lingering on the Dragonkin momentarily, the only one there he truly held any legitimate sort of approval of. Turning back around, he and his escort left out the broken door they had entered through, moving out to the temporary war camp which had been set up by his clans on a plain below the fortress. [color=orange]"Warchief! The Wargs are becoming restless, they attacked some of the handlers at feeding time, they need blood!"[/color] Gruk, one of Ukdur's older allies, and his second-in-command. [b][color=red]"They will have it, friend, have the Shamans begin summoning the elementals, we will charge into the fray until they are ready to assist."[/color][/b] Gruk gave a respectful nod and moved off to follow Ukdur's order, the Warchief taking up the great horn from his belt, blowing a call to war throughout the camp, a rousing roar of anticipation filling the Orcish camp, heard up to the Fortress.

Ukdur had made the trek through the very same path the Elves travelled along only a day beforehand, he knew where they would come, and where would be the best place to take them. [b][color=red]"The Horde marches again, and tonight we drink Elven blood."[/color][/b] He smirked, breathing in the combined fury and bloodlust of his warriors, it was palpable, he had missed it for too long. Moving into the camp, he climbed aboard his Warg, the largest of all they had, fur black as night, with eyes as red as blood. Taking his son's Greathammer in his free hand, he raised both weapons over his head, looking back over his army as they formed behind him with what weapons they had. [b][color=red]"Sons and daughters of my Horde, we have been scattered for far too long! Our people have been made slaves by the humans and elves we once conquered! I now tell you that we will bathe in the blood of those who have held us back! We will once again be conquerors!"[/color][/b] Another horrendous and rallying roar from the army as they began to move back down the path they had once come, rushing to meet the Elves headlong in the thin passes of the mountains, there they would fall.

Once more, Ukdur led his Horde to war, against the very enemies who had kept it scattered and enslaved for years. Who had kept him locked away in an ancient dungeon, gripping both the weapons in his hands, Ukdur let out a blood-curdling cry of rage, his warg speeding up as he led the charge, he would be the first to spill Elven blood that day.

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[b]Actions:[/b] Ukdur's rallied the clans he has brought with him, and is leading his forces straight into battle with the Elves. At the same time, his Shamans are working on summoning elementals and different offensive elemental spells, mostly fireballs and Stone spears.