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Welcome to the small bio section here.
I'm a 27 year old Dane (Danish person) and I have roleplayed for so many years that I don't actually know how many years it has been.
My mother language is Danish and not English, so if you see some grammar mistakes, then that would be the reason :)
I can roleplay on an advance setting, where I write multiple paragraphs, or I can roleplay where it's a couple of paragraphs. No matter what, I'll always write more than one line, since that's just my style :)
I love music and I love playing music, as well as roleplaying and gaming, just so you know what hobbies I like. Other than that, there's not much to tell. Ask away if there's anything you'd like to know :)
Over and out - Valchyrie.
I'm a 27 year old Dane (Danish person) and I have roleplayed for so many years that I don't actually know how many years it has been.
My mother language is Danish and not English, so if you see some grammar mistakes, then that would be the reason :)
I can roleplay on an advance setting, where I write multiple paragraphs, or I can roleplay where it's a couple of paragraphs. No matter what, I'll always write more than one line, since that's just my style :)
I love music and I love playing music, as well as roleplaying and gaming, just so you know what hobbies I like. Other than that, there's not much to tell. Ask away if there's anything you'd like to know :)
Over and out - Valchyrie.
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Marosa watched as the Zarosian army went all out and led the orcs to hell. It was an impressive sight, seeing how the golems and the soldiers of the Zarosian army fought the orcs. However, the orcs were persistent, they had been so close to taking the Eternal Grounds’ walls, but Marosa and her warriors had been able to withstand that attack far longer than any of the other kingdoms the orcs had been able to conquer on their journey. It was a nice change of pace, and even though the orcs were being persistent, they were also being pushed back by the two armies that were now working together. This gave Marosa some breathing room, and when she was approached, and spoken too, but the commander of the forces, none other than Riverdane himself, she gave herself time to indulge in his conversation. Though there was one thing he seemed to have gotten wrong in his thoughts about Marosa and her way of thinking, and that was, that Marosa saw his kingdom as barbaric and inhuman, whereas she saw his kingdom as one, willing to do the necessary to stay alive, much like herself.
She was still wounded, but because of the breathing room that she had gained, her body started to heal on it’s own, though it took longer than usual because of the poison that the orcs’ arrows were coated in, but her body was countering it, if at a slow pace. “Commander Riverdane. I can’t tell you how glad I am to see someone finally arrive. I'm afraid that the paintings of me you have seen, were without the damage I have sustained in this war. I can assure you, that my beauty isn't justfied in the paintings you have seen.” She said with a small grin. She was exhausted and tired from her wounds, and even though they were healing, they weren’t closing. “But you seem to have misunderstood my view of your nation, which is understandable, as we have had little to do with each other throughout the years.” She said. “I have no thoughts of your nation, which would put you in a barbaric or inhuman light. I think of your nation as one, which is willing to do what is necessary, to stay alive in harsh environment, if the stories of your nation is to be believed, of course.” She explained. She didn’t know how Riverdane would take that kind of information, as it seemed to be quite different than what he usually were told, but that was the truth after all.
Marosa looked behind her and saw how the Zarosian forces, alongside her own soldiers and rangers were quickly cutting down the orcs and making their numbers decrease rapidly. It was a wonder that they had stayed alive for that long, though it had cost Marosa a lot of soldiers and friends, to stay alive. She turned her eyes back to Riverdane “I didn’t just send out one scout to reach you, I sent out ten scouts to ask the nations and kingdoms around the world for help, but it seems you were the only one willing to answer the call. Whether or not you want a reward, which I would imagine, is something we can discuss after we have finished up here, but be warned, I don’t have much to give and I will have to attend to a mass funeral first, before the reward can be discussed, as an honor to my people.” She explained. She didn’t care that much if he felt like he wanted to agree to that, but no matter what, he was a commander of a nation himself, and as such, he would hopefully understand what a ruler had to prepare for, after a battle like this had taken place.
She grabbed her bow and gave him a small courtesy “We are driving the orcs back for now, let’s finish this and I’ll gladly have a more fulfilling conversation with you and your men. We will also provide living quarters for you and your men of course, so you can rest up, before journeying back to your own home once more.” With that, she stood up normally again and turned around. She jumped up in the tree closest to her, and her men followed. She was rather flexible and fit to be able to manage such a high jump without much effort, then again, she did live and had lived in the forest and the mountains for many decades. She now started firing arrows at a very high speed, from the trees, while making her way back to the front gates of the Eternal Grounds walls. Once she got there, she got on top of the gates with her six archers that had been following her after she had reached the wall. They all aimed up into the sky now and just as they fired, a lightning flash was seen from all six arrows. At first, nothing happened, but then a moment later, hundreds of arrows came falling down with the speed of light, only hitting the orcs. This, combined with the forces of Zaros, was the last thing that the orcs could take. They started to retreat from the battlefield. The battle was finished, but the war was far from over.
She was still wounded, but because of the breathing room that she had gained, her body started to heal on it’s own, though it took longer than usual because of the poison that the orcs’ arrows were coated in, but her body was countering it, if at a slow pace. “Commander Riverdane. I can’t tell you how glad I am to see someone finally arrive. I'm afraid that the paintings of me you have seen, were without the damage I have sustained in this war. I can assure you, that my beauty isn't justfied in the paintings you have seen.” She said with a small grin. She was exhausted and tired from her wounds, and even though they were healing, they weren’t closing. “But you seem to have misunderstood my view of your nation, which is understandable, as we have had little to do with each other throughout the years.” She said. “I have no thoughts of your nation, which would put you in a barbaric or inhuman light. I think of your nation as one, which is willing to do what is necessary, to stay alive in harsh environment, if the stories of your nation is to be believed, of course.” She explained. She didn’t know how Riverdane would take that kind of information, as it seemed to be quite different than what he usually were told, but that was the truth after all.
Marosa looked behind her and saw how the Zarosian forces, alongside her own soldiers and rangers were quickly cutting down the orcs and making their numbers decrease rapidly. It was a wonder that they had stayed alive for that long, though it had cost Marosa a lot of soldiers and friends, to stay alive. She turned her eyes back to Riverdane “I didn’t just send out one scout to reach you, I sent out ten scouts to ask the nations and kingdoms around the world for help, but it seems you were the only one willing to answer the call. Whether or not you want a reward, which I would imagine, is something we can discuss after we have finished up here, but be warned, I don’t have much to give and I will have to attend to a mass funeral first, before the reward can be discussed, as an honor to my people.” She explained. She didn’t care that much if he felt like he wanted to agree to that, but no matter what, he was a commander of a nation himself, and as such, he would hopefully understand what a ruler had to prepare for, after a battle like this had taken place.
She grabbed her bow and gave him a small courtesy “We are driving the orcs back for now, let’s finish this and I’ll gladly have a more fulfilling conversation with you and your men. We will also provide living quarters for you and your men of course, so you can rest up, before journeying back to your own home once more.” With that, she stood up normally again and turned around. She jumped up in the tree closest to her, and her men followed. She was rather flexible and fit to be able to manage such a high jump without much effort, then again, she did live and had lived in the forest and the mountains for many decades. She now started firing arrows at a very high speed, from the trees, while making her way back to the front gates of the Eternal Grounds walls. Once she got there, she got on top of the gates with her six archers that had been following her after she had reached the wall. They all aimed up into the sky now and just as they fired, a lightning flash was seen from all six arrows. At first, nothing happened, but then a moment later, hundreds of arrows came falling down with the speed of light, only hitting the orcs. This, combined with the forces of Zaros, was the last thing that the orcs could take. They started to retreat from the battlefield. The battle was finished, but the war was far from over.
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The following morning, the sun was shining again. The stormy weather had passed and the only signs left from the storm, was the puddles of water that lay on the ground around the White Stone City. The air had been cleaned from the stormy weather and it felt fresh to in- and exhale. Adalia was still in the bathtub, when the sun had risen high enough for it’s rays to go through the windows in her bathroom and find it’s way onto Adalia’s face. She gave a small yawn, stretched her arms, and opened her eyes slowly. She realized that she was still in the bathtub and had fallen asleep in it, which meant the water had gone a bit cold as well. She didn’t need to sleep, but that didn’t mean her body didn’t have the means to fall asleep. Even though she was an immortal and could go without sleeping, her body could still enjoy the relaxation of falling asleep. However, the only thing that had happened in the cold water during the night, was that two certain parts of her breasts had gone stiff. She shivered a bit in the cold water, and got up, moved out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself, while she grabbed another towel to wrap around her hair. Then she went into her bedroom and opened the doors to the balcony ones more, letting the sunlight burst into the room with it’s gentle and warm touch.
She sighed a little, she wanted to have a day to relax, but she had to make sure Chalsea didn’t come to any harm. It seems that since the orcs had attacked, there hadn’t been a dull moment in the White Stone City and Adalia could use a dull moment, if just for a few minutes. Instead, she was forced to be the mother hen for her people and Chalsea, which she quite enjoyed, but even to an immortal, it was an exhausting job at times. Also, the feeling of her stiff parts on her breasts, had led her to another, more, intimate wanting, which she had no way of getting, unless she took care of it alone, and she didn’t feel like going through that either. So instead, she ignored the feeling, dried her body and hair and threw the towels onto the bed. After that, she went over and found a yellow sundress, which she pulled on. She kept her hair loose and hanging down behind her back, after she had finished drying it off. She didn’t wear any underwear, as it was uncomfortable to her to wear. It couldn’t really be seen, unless the sunlight hit her dress at the exact right spot. If it did, her sundress would be slightly see-through, though not a lot. She slipped on a pair of sand-colored sandals and after that, she went out of her room, to go and make sure that breakfast was getting ready.
Rose was still exhausted and was sleeping in her room, she did not intend to wake up any time soon, and she was happy just to be in her sleep. She didn’t have any bad dreams, nor did she have any pleasant dreams, she was simply in a sleeping state of mind, that allowed her body to recover, after having pulled whatever magic that had been playing inside Chalsea’s body. It had apparently been a rather heavy hitting magical force that had been unleashed inside Chalsea’s body, since it had taken such a toll on Rose’s own body, but as long as it had worked, which it had, Rose was satisfied with the outcome. However, it had left her exhausted and that meant she would be sleeping for most of the day, before she would even start to stir from her deep comfortable sleeping state.
In the meantime, Adalia had reached the kitchen on the ground level of the mansion, where her maids were preparing breakfast with full energy. The smell of eggs, bacon, warm bread and milk were flowing through the mansion, a delightful smell, if you actually liked that kind of food. Adalia smiled at the satisfying scent and sight she got from the kitchen and decided to let them work without interrupting them. Instead, she went out into the big backyard and went to the small flower field that lay behind some trees. The field couldn’t be seen that much from the trees, which suited Adalia perfectly, it gave her a place to be private, at least for a while, unless someone came looking for her of course. The flowers were slightly wet still, from the storm the night before, but they were beautiful in all their colors; red, blue, violet, yellow, green, orange, pink and so many other colors you could think of. A place where one could let their mind calm down and enjoy the natural surroundings that the world had been so kind as to gift them with.
The following morning, the sun was shining again. The stormy weather had passed and the only signs left from the storm, was the puddles of water that lay on the ground around the White Stone City. The air had been cleaned from the stormy weather and it felt fresh to in- and exhale. Adalia was still in the bathtub, when the sun had risen high enough for it’s rays to go through the windows in her bathroom and find it’s way onto Adalia’s face. She gave a small yawn, stretched her arms, and opened her eyes slowly. She realized that she was still in the bathtub and had fallen asleep in it, which meant the water had gone a bit cold as well. She didn’t need to sleep, but that didn’t mean her body didn’t have the means to fall asleep. Even though she was an immortal and could go without sleeping, her body could still enjoy the relaxation of falling asleep. However, the only thing that had happened in the cold water during the night, was that two certain parts of her breasts had gone stiff. She shivered a bit in the cold water, and got up, moved out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself, while she grabbed another towel to wrap around her hair. Then she went into her bedroom and opened the doors to the balcony ones more, letting the sunlight burst into the room with it’s gentle and warm touch.
She sighed a little, she wanted to have a day to relax, but she had to make sure Chalsea didn’t come to any harm. It seems that since the orcs had attacked, there hadn’t been a dull moment in the White Stone City and Adalia could use a dull moment, if just for a few minutes. Instead, she was forced to be the mother hen for her people and Chalsea, which she quite enjoyed, but even to an immortal, it was an exhausting job at times. Also, the feeling of her stiff parts on her breasts, had led her to another, more, intimate wanting, which she had no way of getting, unless she took care of it alone, and she didn’t feel like going through that either. So instead, she ignored the feeling, dried her body and hair and threw the towels onto the bed. After that, she went over and found a yellow sundress, which she pulled on. She kept her hair loose and hanging down behind her back, after she had finished drying it off. She didn’t wear any underwear, as it was uncomfortable to her to wear. It couldn’t really be seen, unless the sunlight hit her dress at the exact right spot. If it did, her sundress would be slightly see-through, though not a lot. She slipped on a pair of sand-colored sandals and after that, she went out of her room, to go and make sure that breakfast was getting ready.
Rose was still exhausted and was sleeping in her room, she did not intend to wake up any time soon, and she was happy just to be in her sleep. She didn’t have any bad dreams, nor did she have any pleasant dreams, she was simply in a sleeping state of mind, that allowed her body to recover, after having pulled whatever magic that had been playing inside Chalsea’s body. It had apparently been a rather heavy hitting magical force that had been unleashed inside Chalsea’s body, since it had taken such a toll on Rose’s own body, but as long as it had worked, which it had, Rose was satisfied with the outcome. However, it had left her exhausted and that meant she would be sleeping for most of the day, before she would even start to stir from her deep comfortable sleeping state.
In the meantime, Adalia had reached the kitchen on the ground level of the mansion, where her maids were preparing breakfast with full energy. The smell of eggs, bacon, warm bread and milk were flowing through the mansion, a delightful smell, if you actually liked that kind of food. Adalia smiled at the satisfying scent and sight she got from the kitchen and decided to let them work without interrupting them. Instead, she went out into the big backyard and went to the small flower field that lay behind some trees. The field couldn’t be seen that much from the trees, which suited Adalia perfectly, it gave her a place to be private, at least for a while, unless someone came looking for her of course. The flowers were slightly wet still, from the storm the night before, but they were beautiful in all their colors; red, blue, violet, yellow, green, orange, pink and so many other colors you could think of. A place where one could let their mind calm down and enjoy the natural surroundings that the world had been so kind as to gift them with.
When the young witch appeared in front of Adalia, Adalia didn’t flinch. She hadn’t expected the witch to show up, but she had seen her fair share of strange things happening over the last few weeks, which meant that another magic trick wasn’t something that would frighten her. The rain didn’t hit Adalia or the young witch on the balcony, since there was a roof above it. The only way the rain would hit them was if it was carried with the breeze of wind that came with the stormy weather. Adalia looked at the young witch as she presented herself and started to talk before Adalia could really say or do anything in return. Once the witch was finished, Adalia nodded a little. She couldn’t demand anything from this witch, even though she wasn’t a normal young girl, she still wasn’t that old and Adalia rather wanted to treat the girl with the right manners that a young girl should be treated with. “I’m glad you brought the information to me. I’m afraid I can’t go to the house Chalsea is sleeping in. But I will have some of my soldiers carry her to my mansion, and I’ll prepare another room for Chalsea to relax and recover in.” she said with a small nod. It seems that her mansion were getting more and more inhabitants at the moment, but she supposed there was nothing to do about it, she had to help Chalsea, as she had put her own life on the line to save Adalia and the city that she ruled.
“You can go back to your sister and be with her. I hope your sleeping arrangements doesn’t bother you, but I’m afraid I can’t take all of you here to my mansion, it would be against the rules and it would create rumors that might not be good for the city at the moment. But don’t worry, I do have magicians specialized in ice and other magical areas, we will take good care of Chalsea. You are also allowed to come and visit her whenever you should wish so.” She smiled at her. She didn’t know if the witch was happy with the arrangements, but for better or worse, Chalsea at least got a better place to stay in, than the housing with her soldiers. The housing was not bad, but it wasn’t luxury styled like Adalia’s mansion, and while Adalia didn’t want to stand out too much, as she had explained to Chalsea, she was still royal and had to act as such, which meant that she had to decorate her home to fit royalty as well. She walked back inside her room now. She didn’t bother getting dressed in anything else than the silk purple nightgown she was already wearing. She went downstairs and found the two guards that were standing at the entrance to the mansion. “I need your help my friends. Chalsea, our kind savior, has fallen ill and is in need of care. I would like you to bring her here. I’ll prepare her room myself.” The soldiers looked at her and nodded, bowing a little “Of course, Queen Adalia, we’ll go and get her right away.”
With that taken care of, Adalia went upstairs again to another room, further away from Rose and herself. It was a smaller room, but it still had what a room needed to have; Closet, windows, bed, chairs and a table. This room didn’t have it’s own bathroom, so Chalsea would have to use the one that was downstairs, but it was better than nothing. Adalia changed the sheets on the bed and made sure everything was neat and tidy for when the soldiers came back with Chalsea. She felt sorry for the poor girl, that she had to go through so much to keep up her spirit and will to live, but it seemed like she didn’t mind it, even though Adalia did think Chalsea should relax and settle down for a bit. She sighed a little and continued to prepare the room. She had one of the house maids bring up a bucket with ice inside it, just to have it ready for when they would need it.
The soldiers had gone to the housing in the meantime and had explained the situation to Chalsea’s men. They had then gone to get Chalsea on a stretcher and put a blanket over her, so that her body at least were being kept dry from the rain as they carried her back to the mansion. Once they got to the mansion, they went inside and up to the room that Adalia had prepared. She was still inside once they got there, and had just finished preparing the room. She looked to her soldiers and nodded “Thank you my friends. Please put her on the bed, I’ll take over after that.” She smiled. The soldiers nodded and did as she asked and left with the stretcher afterwards. Adalia looked at Chalsea on the bed and sighed. She gently removed the remaining clothing Chalsea was wearing. She then put both her hands on Chalsea’s stomach and closed her eyes. She mumbled something in a low voice and magic threads came out of her hands and went into Chalsea’s body. The magic calmed down the body. But there was more, she also used the magic to create a mark on Chalsea’s left hip. The mark was a dark purple symbol, of small crystals, resembling a flower, beautiful, yet mystic. When she opened her eyes again, she removed her hands gently and looked at the young warrior’s body and the mark. “You have been blessed.” She whispered. She gently pulled the covers over Chalsea then, placed a hand on her cheek gently and then left the room. She went back to her own room where the bath was ready. She went down into the bathtub, without her nightgown on obviously, and relaxed as the heat of the water surrounded her body and caressed her mind and soul with the relaxing atmosphere of the bath. Eventually, she fell asleep in the bathtub.
“You can go back to your sister and be with her. I hope your sleeping arrangements doesn’t bother you, but I’m afraid I can’t take all of you here to my mansion, it would be against the rules and it would create rumors that might not be good for the city at the moment. But don’t worry, I do have magicians specialized in ice and other magical areas, we will take good care of Chalsea. You are also allowed to come and visit her whenever you should wish so.” She smiled at her. She didn’t know if the witch was happy with the arrangements, but for better or worse, Chalsea at least got a better place to stay in, than the housing with her soldiers. The housing was not bad, but it wasn’t luxury styled like Adalia’s mansion, and while Adalia didn’t want to stand out too much, as she had explained to Chalsea, she was still royal and had to act as such, which meant that she had to decorate her home to fit royalty as well. She walked back inside her room now. She didn’t bother getting dressed in anything else than the silk purple nightgown she was already wearing. She went downstairs and found the two guards that were standing at the entrance to the mansion. “I need your help my friends. Chalsea, our kind savior, has fallen ill and is in need of care. I would like you to bring her here. I’ll prepare her room myself.” The soldiers looked at her and nodded, bowing a little “Of course, Queen Adalia, we’ll go and get her right away.”
With that taken care of, Adalia went upstairs again to another room, further away from Rose and herself. It was a smaller room, but it still had what a room needed to have; Closet, windows, bed, chairs and a table. This room didn’t have it’s own bathroom, so Chalsea would have to use the one that was downstairs, but it was better than nothing. Adalia changed the sheets on the bed and made sure everything was neat and tidy for when the soldiers came back with Chalsea. She felt sorry for the poor girl, that she had to go through so much to keep up her spirit and will to live, but it seemed like she didn’t mind it, even though Adalia did think Chalsea should relax and settle down for a bit. She sighed a little and continued to prepare the room. She had one of the house maids bring up a bucket with ice inside it, just to have it ready for when they would need it.
The soldiers had gone to the housing in the meantime and had explained the situation to Chalsea’s men. They had then gone to get Chalsea on a stretcher and put a blanket over her, so that her body at least were being kept dry from the rain as they carried her back to the mansion. Once they got to the mansion, they went inside and up to the room that Adalia had prepared. She was still inside once they got there, and had just finished preparing the room. She looked to her soldiers and nodded “Thank you my friends. Please put her on the bed, I’ll take over after that.” She smiled. The soldiers nodded and did as she asked and left with the stretcher afterwards. Adalia looked at Chalsea on the bed and sighed. She gently removed the remaining clothing Chalsea was wearing. She then put both her hands on Chalsea’s stomach and closed her eyes. She mumbled something in a low voice and magic threads came out of her hands and went into Chalsea’s body. The magic calmed down the body. But there was more, she also used the magic to create a mark on Chalsea’s left hip. The mark was a dark purple symbol, of small crystals, resembling a flower, beautiful, yet mystic. When she opened her eyes again, she removed her hands gently and looked at the young warrior’s body and the mark. “You have been blessed.” She whispered. She gently pulled the covers over Chalsea then, placed a hand on her cheek gently and then left the room. She went back to her own room where the bath was ready. She went down into the bathtub, without her nightgown on obviously, and relaxed as the heat of the water surrounded her body and caressed her mind and soul with the relaxing atmosphere of the bath. Eventually, she fell asleep in the bathtub.
Marosa had been forced to divide her army into groups after the seventh day, because of their losses. The orcs kept coming no matter how many they cut down. It had been impossible to keep her men alive, if she hadn’t started acting a lot more tactical than she had done so far. It pissed her off, to put it mildly, that the orcs had gained intelligence and strength to counter more or less anything Marosa and her army could think of and pull out of their sleeves. They still hadn’t gained entrance to the city, thankfully, but they had been damn close with a few attempts. A few orcs had been seen running on the far side of the mountain, coming close to the city walls with primitive bombs strapped to their chests. Luckily, her archers on the walls had spotted them before it had been too late and had fired arrows into their bombs, making them explode just before they could reach the city walls and do major damage to them. However, that hadn’t stopped the orcs from trying to conquer the city.
The three groups she had assembled on the seventh day, had been an aggressive group, which had the task of drawing the orcs attention and keeping the fight where it was. The second group had been given medical assignments, which meant go and rescue any soldier that had fallen to injuries and take them back into the city. Besides that, they were in charge of bringing out potions and other medical items to the soldiers who were fighting, without putting themselves at danger. The last group was a scouting-assassination group. Their task was to go around the enemies and slowly take out a few of them when they could, without being spotted by the orcs, and at the same time, they had to gather information. This tactic had bought Marosa and her soldiers some time, at least a few days, since the orcs hadn’t figured out that Marosa had changed the tactics of the war.
In the meantime, she was assembled with her two generals in the castle war room. “We can’t keep this up Marosa! The orcs have numbers never seen before! If we keep fighting, everything will be lost!” that was her general that had expertise in strategy, and he had been one of the brains behind their new tactics, but even he knew that this was impossible to keep up. The other general that was in the room was the one in charge of warfare. “And what do you suggest we do General Tura? Give up and wave the white flag? The orcs won’t take prisoners, they never have and those they do take, are turned into orcs themselves, through extreme and painful torture. Would you want that for our citizens?” he asked him. Tura, the strategic general gritted his teeth and hit his fist down into the war table in front of them “Some might be sparred! We have no real clue as to what the orcs want or who are leading them General Harker.” Harker shook his head “Exactly! We don’t know anything of their true intentions and you are proposing that we give up!” Marosa slammed both her hands into the war table “ENOUGH! You can discuss and kill each other all you want after we have finished this battle, if any of us are still standing! Both of you shut up now!” they both went silent, taken a moment to calm down, at least for now. Marosa then looked to both of them “I don’t plan on going down without a fight, and I certainly don’t plan on giving up. If I am to be defeated, it will be by death. Our tactics have bought us some time, but it’s time for me to go out again and join the fight, the same goes for you two. We’ve had a few days’ rest, that’s more than any of our soldiers out there. With our own strength, we can buy ourselves a few more days.” She said, looking at them both. Tura sighed “To what point? Sooner or later we will be defeated.” Harker shook his head “I agree with Marosa, if we are to be defeated, it will be in battle. That’s what we’ll do now.” Tura shrugged “Then let me suggest that we start using our witches and mages to enhance our archers’ arrows.” Marosa nodded “Your request is granted. Do as you see fit. Now let’s join the fight.” With that, they all left the war room and joined the battle.
That was on the seventh day, since then, they had now reached the tenth day and many of her soldiers had fallen in battle now. Marosa herself had taken heavy damage from arrow wounds and sword wounds, but she used potions and magic to ignore the pain and she was still fighting. She was running through trees, firing arrows, while her two generals were still alive, and doing what they could against the orcs main forces. She shouted out to them “Any news from our scouts!? It’s been days!” Tura sliced off an orc’s head before shouting back, even though he couldn’t see her. “No news Marosa! I think it’s safe to say that they are all dead!” Marosa sighed. Then so be it, they would have to hold out as long as they could, and deal as much damage to the orcs army as they could, before they would die in battle. An immortal Queen, she had lived for so many decades just to be defeated by orcs. Though one hour later, the scouting group suddenly shouted “Assistance! Bloody hell! There’s assistance on the way! We can turn the tide!” Marosa looked through the trees and there she saw the army that was approaching. There was no mistaking it, the army belonged to the Zarosian Kingdom, and they had arrived at around noon on the tenth day, just in time to make sure the Eternal Grounds kingdom wouldn't fall, as they were fighting on their last strength and energy here on the tenth day. It was raining hard and thunder was striking across the sky furiously, but they had a chance now. Marosa shouted to all her soldiers, using magic to get her voice to carry with the wind, which meant the Zarosian army would be able to hear her voice come roaring through the air and sky “Give them your all! We will defeat these dark creatures and send them back to the hell hole they came from! Zirana hack-ti!” she shouted out on the mother language of the Eternal Grounds kingdom. The fight was going to be turned around now, and Marosa would make sure that the orcs would remember their defeat for many years to come.
The three groups she had assembled on the seventh day, had been an aggressive group, which had the task of drawing the orcs attention and keeping the fight where it was. The second group had been given medical assignments, which meant go and rescue any soldier that had fallen to injuries and take them back into the city. Besides that, they were in charge of bringing out potions and other medical items to the soldiers who were fighting, without putting themselves at danger. The last group was a scouting-assassination group. Their task was to go around the enemies and slowly take out a few of them when they could, without being spotted by the orcs, and at the same time, they had to gather information. This tactic had bought Marosa and her soldiers some time, at least a few days, since the orcs hadn’t figured out that Marosa had changed the tactics of the war.
In the meantime, she was assembled with her two generals in the castle war room. “We can’t keep this up Marosa! The orcs have numbers never seen before! If we keep fighting, everything will be lost!” that was her general that had expertise in strategy, and he had been one of the brains behind their new tactics, but even he knew that this was impossible to keep up. The other general that was in the room was the one in charge of warfare. “And what do you suggest we do General Tura? Give up and wave the white flag? The orcs won’t take prisoners, they never have and those they do take, are turned into orcs themselves, through extreme and painful torture. Would you want that for our citizens?” he asked him. Tura, the strategic general gritted his teeth and hit his fist down into the war table in front of them “Some might be sparred! We have no real clue as to what the orcs want or who are leading them General Harker.” Harker shook his head “Exactly! We don’t know anything of their true intentions and you are proposing that we give up!” Marosa slammed both her hands into the war table “ENOUGH! You can discuss and kill each other all you want after we have finished this battle, if any of us are still standing! Both of you shut up now!” they both went silent, taken a moment to calm down, at least for now. Marosa then looked to both of them “I don’t plan on going down without a fight, and I certainly don’t plan on giving up. If I am to be defeated, it will be by death. Our tactics have bought us some time, but it’s time for me to go out again and join the fight, the same goes for you two. We’ve had a few days’ rest, that’s more than any of our soldiers out there. With our own strength, we can buy ourselves a few more days.” She said, looking at them both. Tura sighed “To what point? Sooner or later we will be defeated.” Harker shook his head “I agree with Marosa, if we are to be defeated, it will be in battle. That’s what we’ll do now.” Tura shrugged “Then let me suggest that we start using our witches and mages to enhance our archers’ arrows.” Marosa nodded “Your request is granted. Do as you see fit. Now let’s join the fight.” With that, they all left the war room and joined the battle.
That was on the seventh day, since then, they had now reached the tenth day and many of her soldiers had fallen in battle now. Marosa herself had taken heavy damage from arrow wounds and sword wounds, but she used potions and magic to ignore the pain and she was still fighting. She was running through trees, firing arrows, while her two generals were still alive, and doing what they could against the orcs main forces. She shouted out to them “Any news from our scouts!? It’s been days!” Tura sliced off an orc’s head before shouting back, even though he couldn’t see her. “No news Marosa! I think it’s safe to say that they are all dead!” Marosa sighed. Then so be it, they would have to hold out as long as they could, and deal as much damage to the orcs army as they could, before they would die in battle. An immortal Queen, she had lived for so many decades just to be defeated by orcs. Though one hour later, the scouting group suddenly shouted “Assistance! Bloody hell! There’s assistance on the way! We can turn the tide!” Marosa looked through the trees and there she saw the army that was approaching. There was no mistaking it, the army belonged to the Zarosian Kingdom, and they had arrived at around noon on the tenth day, just in time to make sure the Eternal Grounds kingdom wouldn't fall, as they were fighting on their last strength and energy here on the tenth day. It was raining hard and thunder was striking across the sky furiously, but they had a chance now. Marosa shouted to all her soldiers, using magic to get her voice to carry with the wind, which meant the Zarosian army would be able to hear her voice come roaring through the air and sky “Give them your all! We will defeat these dark creatures and send them back to the hell hole they came from! Zirana hack-ti!” she shouted out on the mother language of the Eternal Grounds kingdom. The fight was going to be turned around now, and Marosa would make sure that the orcs would remember their defeat for many years to come.
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