[u]The Present Day, 2751 AD[/u]

[i]Gwen let out a low "oof" as she dropped the last obsidian piece of the Northaven Tower ruins. Only a few pieces could be accounted for, and many were lost to time or scavenging. The locals referred to the structure with a mixture of reverence and horror, and only bribing them with titanium trinkets loosened their tongues. By all indications, the structure was little more than an older model S9 particle emitter, the kind used during the early Colonization period. Its serial number could still be found on the cornerstone. Imperial records indicated that the unit was lost during the Daemon Invasion of 2120, and black box data showed that it performed admirably. So why all the hatred?

The citizens of the nearby town Yoit offered some answers. Some of the older citizens said that their grandparents told stories about how they survived an orc invasion, and some of them even fought in the resultant war. Supposedly, an entire orc army was bred and trained underneath the tower, and then marched south into Aetherion, starting their campaign at Yoit. Gwen retraced their steps. Her feet followed the footsteps of Gorman and his warband as they fought over every inch of the bloodsoaked streets...[/i]

[u]The Attack on Yoit, 2650 AD[/u]

Gorman's ears roared with the wild battle cries of his brethren. On either side of him, thousands of orcs charged in unison toward the beleaguered defenders of the elven town. Sweat poured down his skin, and clouds of dirt kicked up from his boots. The Warlock himself led the charge, mounted on his midnight horse with his obsidian blade pointed forward. Bomb arrows exploded at their feet, and dozens of Fellmoran catapults hurled great stones back in reply. The wall ahead shattered, giving them the opening they needed to charge through.

With a shout, Gorman leaped onto the wall, crushed an elf archer's head under his foot, and seized his bow. He tossed it to Sen. "Your intel was spot-on! Now go kill something." With that, he punched another elf defender in the face and took his spear and shield.

[i]The town is fairly small, with under a hundred clay houses behind the walls and a temple in the center. A few hundred elven archers and a couple hundred fighters are defending. Despite the town's small size, however, it won't be a walk in the park. The citizens and their ancestors have lived here for generations, and they've endured minor orc invasions before. They all know how to fight, so be on your guard.

Your orders are to search every house and kill every living thing you find.[/i]

[@NecroKnight][@Darkmoon Angel] [i]Archers are still shooting at you from turrets along the walls. Take them out before switching to targets in the town.
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[@rush99999] When Morkus entered a house, his opponent turned out to be a swordsman, a skilled one, if his stance was any indication. His family was huddled in a corner of the room. His wife was holding a frying pan, and she looked like she knew how to use it.
[@Verdaux] Kahl entered a tavern. Half the people there were inebriated. All of them had weapons drawn, but not all of those weapons were the stabby/pokey kind.
[@Claw2k11] Erjak entered the tavern with Kahl. Feel free to make an agreement with Kahl to split up the work.
[@Delta44] Trojan crashed into a house occupied by a female elf blacksmith. Her weapon was a battlehammer. Enjoy.
[@Darkwatck01] Alarus entered a house whose sole occupant was a young boy. On the back of his hand was a strange X-shaped tattoo. He wielded a dagger and shield. Instinct said this boy was important.
[@Lord Zee] Nuggle didn't make it to a house because an elven mage blocked his path with a wall of earth. Take her out.
[@Lunar] Oreth entered a house occupied by a lone swordsman. He seemed competent, but he was no swordmaster.