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The first from the Zarosians to engage the orcs - were the dreaded and feared magma golems. Spoken to have been forged in one of the few active magma pits in the Bone Desert. The fire inside them visible through their stone skin, as the two dozen in the front soon clashed with the orcs. Their weapons had less effect on stone at that - some even starting to melt, when they made contact with the more bright spots upon the magma golems. The golems in return however, had no sense of hesitation - as their large fists were already drawn back, before impacting the orcs around them. Hard enough to shatter even the tough bones of the orcs - their armor saving them none from death and injury.

They were merely the heavy-impact troops as, the next wave of shock troopers arrived. These were as well, forged in fire - as the many myths about the Army of Zaros contained. These were the feared war golems, armored in strong suits of steel, given shields and maces that no man was able to wield - they were more precise in their attack, rather than the rip and smash fighting style of the magma golems. These heavy-hitting monsters, clashed against the mighty orc berserkers and the large domesticated trolls. While trolls had enough strength to crush a human or elf into paste easily - against the war golems, they only managed to dent their armor and make the war golems more pissed; as skull after skull was caved in by their maces.

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Only after the more heavy-hitters had moved in to engage and sow chaos amongst the orc horde - did the more...human part of the Zaros Army arrive. The disciplined Desert Knights, garbed in their mix uniform of armor and leather - they marched in lockstep, a wall slowly moving forward, a musket in each of their hands at that. Any orcs that dared approach this slow march, ended up receiving a bullet from half of their soldiers in the vicinity. They moved on at that, not stopping to reload - they namely reloaded on the march. One half shooting, while the man next to him fired - it was a continous wall of gunpowder, as the Desert Knights didn't stop at all. As they slowly marched towards the exhausted forces of the Eternal Grounds.

Leading them at the front, was the current King of Zaros. Namely one War-Master Riverdane, decked his ornate armor that was inscribed with several glyphs and ancient blessing in their ancient tongue, all written in golden and silver. He wasn't marching behind the Desert Knight line, infact he marched infront of their line - rather several metres infront at that, the line following after their King. He didn't dodge nor attempt to sidestep, whenever an arrow was shot at his direction. Namely they impacted and bounced of his plate-armor. Whenever some orc managed to get close enough, he raised the flintlock pistol he carried - and shot the orc, with the pistol unleashing enough force to tear the orc in half with the loud noise of a cannon being fired.

Marosa herself would understand the reason. It was one of the few magical feats from Zaros. While their people lacked access to higher magics - like conjuration, divination or even summoning. They did infact possess a different ability - namely the ability to affect [i]bane.[/i] Or as some of her people knew, as life-energy. Some of the best healers in the world came from Zaros, since the greatest banecasters could heal a person with a snap. There was however, another type of ability for bane. Namely a thing called bane-hardening - using life-force to harden the armor, or improve the power or sharpness of a weapon - a hundred times over at that. Making normal steel almost as hard a stone wall; or enable a simple rifle or pistol, to fire with the force of a cannon; or have a simple sword have the potential to cut solid stone, like butter. It was one of the few things, that many called the Zarosians barbaric and inhumane for doing. Since many assumed that they used human sacrifice, to fuel such weaponry and enchantments. Whatever the case was now, it made the King whom marched infront of his army - essentially immune to the arrows shot his way. And any orc stupid enough to try and fight him, ended up essentially a red mess on the forest floor - or cut in half by his likely bane-hardened steel sword. 

Soon enough the column of rifleman and their King arrived, close to Marosa' group. The air smelling of gunpowder, and the War-Master whom stood close enough - that she could see his green eyes underneath the helmet that covered his face. His own appearance, being one of calmness and short, dry humor.

"Well, well. Queen Marosa, if I am not mistaken. The paitings of your image, don't tell the whole truth - I am afraid," he spoke, gently cleaning of his bane-sword of orc blood and calming reloading his flint-lock pistol. "It would seem you have an orc problem. One that required, asking the barbaric, backwards and inhuman Zaros Imperium for aid."