(Various Praelium Soldiers, Gloria, Outskirts of Praelium)

Several soldiers let out war cries as they flooded out from Gloria's gates. They were all ready for battle and feared nothing. They outnumbered the orcs 10:1, 5:1 if you included horses. One of them, dressed with the most ornate armor was scribbling something down on a piece of parchment, using the ballista as a writing surface. 

"I doubt this is the time for poetry!" A Orc soldier laughed at the other. "You can write your stories in hell! Give us a real battle until then!"

Suddenly, the Orc secured the parchment to the arrow and bent down on the ground lifting the ballista arrow that was embedded in the sand and flung it up towards it's point of origin. The feat was superhuman, something that none of them thought was possible. That arrow had to weigh at least 500 pounds, and the Orc was able to throw it up and back to where it came from.

The missle came crashing down in behind Yasoul, who was trying to load up another shot. He did not expect this in the slightest. His failure had come back to haunt him, it seemed.

"Holy shit!" Jun yelled, running up to the missile. "How the hell did they do that?" 

Yasoul did not move, but simply turned his head to look in awe at the Orc who just tossed up the ballista shot back upwards. Jun's eye caught sight of the piece of paper wrapped around the missile and grabbed it, at fist confused from the simple message.

"I... I think they don't want a battle..." Jun said, pausing and looking over at Yasoul. "Do you think it's true."

"I think we would need a lot more men to fight that Orc..." Yasoul said, eyes still looked to the orc who threw the missile. "And if he wanted a fight, I think they would have attacked already."

Jun immediately ran over to the edge of the tower wall and began to yell.

"Don't attack! Repeat: Don't attack! They wish for peace!" Jun wildly waved the piece of paper from the Orcs around to show proof.

The group of soldiers let out an inner breath of relief, glad that they did not have to fight the monster that stood before them. They approached the Orcs slowly, weapons drawn. The leader of the group called out to them.

"If you truly come in peace, lay down your weapons!" He commanded. "Off your horses and lay down on the ground! We will restrain you, for safety precautions!"