With the death of the commander many of the mercenaries abandoned their post. Malakaus’s riders went to cut them down while his foot soldiers secured supplies and the catapults. He sent a runner to have Torkin end the bombardment and remain in standby. Many of the ircs began looting the battlefield but Malakaus roared to get their attention. Their battle wasn’t over yet. Replacing his battered breastplate with one that fit and wasn’t so damaged Malakaus had his warriors rally with him at the front gates. He made his speech short and simple for anyone hearing.

[color=00a651]”Our job isn’t done yet. We still have enemies within! But we are not taking this city! Our enemies are these men,”[/color] Malakaus raised the corpse of a Hellhound knight. Everyone looked at him and made sure to recognize the armor and uniform. [color=00a651]”Remember this man! Kill anyone who looks like him! If any other human attacks, stop! They fight in fear. They are not your enemies. Take nothing but the lives of our enemies! Let’s go!”[/color] Malakaus raised his axe high into the air to rally his warriors for one more charge, giving the orcish war cry which is known within all orcs.

[color=00a651]”WAAAAAAGH!”[/color]

With a blood curdling roar the orcs charged into the city to hunt down the Hellhound knights. With superior numbers, strength, and courage the orcs would easily hold their own and stomp the depraved brigands to the ground. The orcs left the civilians and city militia largely alone; while they made no effort to assist the wounded or dying they still avoided doing any further harm or any looting within the city. As quickly as they came the orcs left, taking the lives of many Hellhound’s with them. They stripped the battlefield outside the castle walls of valuable plunder, even taking the corpses away. Only Commander Diclonii’s body was left relatively untouched, and Malakaus still chose to take his armor as personal plunder. His remains were put into a box and sent back to the kingdom via a sole survivor who Malakaus has specifically allowed alive for this expressed purpose. He was given a cart, a horse, and a message. Short and to the point: [color=00a651][i]”Craven King we bring war.”[/i][/color]

As for the city of Tamberle, Malakaus didn’t feel the need to have his troops stay nor assist in cleaning up, but he did leave something: a single messenger. One of the few orcs who Malakaus could trust and had a grasp of the human language that was not mangled. He carried Malakaus’s standard with his clan crest and his father’s banner. He was tasked to seek an audience with Maren to open up negotiations as soon as she was able. Meanwhile the rest of his warband returned to their camp for some well deserved rest. They would have a lot more work to do once morning comes.