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Many over the last decade have seen me and my roleplaying antics all over Gaia. I have made several attempts to put together an extremely literate work of entertainment. I have been unsuccessful thus far. But I have many main characters that follow a particular flow. I am not sure how I want it to end but my hardest part is the NAME/TITLE and the BEGINNING.

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Thunder began to roar in the desolate dark clouds above a dead and dry field. A large fortress of steel and metal sat at the center. Barbed wire steel fences kept hold of a dark secret within. Large scale jeeps belonging to humans in military attire. Camouflage colors of green and brown littered them, hiding all but their face beneath a helmet. They each wielded a gun strapped across their chests. They were machine gun rifles. Search lights stayed on the sky scanning it continuously.

Unbeknown to the guards was a figure flying in the sky moving towards them. This figure was covered in dark purple and black clothing. His hair was dark violet with a white streak in the center. His eyes were brown with yellow slits in them seeing far further than any human could. His black raven wings flapped in the air helping him to stay high while riding the winds. the thunder roared again and the rain began to fall.

A search team noticed a far off shadow caused by the lightning and moved the spotlight accordingly. They could see an approaching intruder. A loud siren bellowed as several automated turrets raised themselves from under the ground and began to open fire. Balls of light began to shoot upwards from the ground towards the intruder.

The creature in the sky lighted his right side as he began to maneuver himself through the hail of fire. The weapons seemed to have difficulty locking onto him as suddenly his right wing is struck and he begins to fall. The weapons continue to shoot at him however with his steady and experienced left wing he is able to evade the barrage and crash directly into the side of the building into a lab.The alarm continues to sound as troops begin to move in the building towards the room that the creature crashed into.

Three scientists see the figure covered in rubble and bleeding and begin to approach thinking it to be dead. The rubble slowly begins to move however before the scientists could react a shock wave burst from his form sending their bodies crashing into the walls indenting them. The figure gets up, his body has a few minor cuts and scraps but the figure presses on as he exits the room letting the corpses fall from the wall onto the floor. In the hallway there seems to be several scientists in a panic running from him.

"Mercury needed something... What was it again?" he said aloud as a little blood trickled down from his forehead. The crash seemed to have damaged his memory. He lifted his right hand to his head and he let out a mild groan.

The troops arrived as they littered the hallway in a wall with 3 troops knelt down on a single knee and three more standing. All of them had their weapons raised and aimed for the dark figure.

"Surrender now!! Get on the ground now!! Hands above your head!!" shouted one of the troops.

The next moment happen so fast no present human could understand it. The creature raised his hand and it began to spark with lightly colored blue lightning. The troops opened fire sending dozens of machine gun rounds at him. From his fist arose a ball of energy comprised of wind and lightning. The force expanded forward as it deflected each bullet in its path. Once the field hit the troops they were all sent flying backwards into the wall.

"I remember... There is a serum I need to get" he said as he began to move forward. The shadowy creature continued to move down the hallway turning a corner all the while the siren was still blazing. Footsteps could be heard as another wave of troops turn the corner to greet him. The figure made a fist and punched forward sparking a powerful bolt of lightning that cut through the sound barrier like a cackle of thunder. The troops were electrocuted, their smoldering corpses fell to the ground as a little smoke lifted into the air above them. This did not stop the intruder as he made his way to a room marked 'Bio-Engineering Laboratory'.

The figure kicked the door down seeing a lone scientist cower. He grabbed him by the scruff of his neck quickly and held him for a moment before speaking, "The metal infusion formula. My Mistress desires it. Where is it?!" he demanded.

The scientist didn't speak out of fear, his hands gripped the creatures wrists but were not strong enough to force his release. His eyes darted to a nearby storage container. The creatures eyes followed his and dropped the human scientist on his butt then proceeded to the storage container. He opened the container and saw the vial. Just as he was grabbed a hail of bullets came at him from along side of him. He didn't notice them enter the laboratory as he turned towards them for a moment. Blood began to leak from his lips and run down his chin. He looked poised to strike as he sudden collapsed on the ground and began to light up in flames.

The troops moved in watching the body of the creature burn as his corpse quickly turned to ash. Work began as they began to close off the area. The troops weren't sure what to say regarding it as the began consulting the the other troops and scientists who gathered onto that floor.

"Perimeter secured. No other intruders located. Intruder was killed and his body seemed to burn once he was struck. Still investigating" one troops said. He appeared to be an officer as he moved tot he aid of the scientist the creature attacked, "What was he after?" he asked.

The scientist replied, "The formula for the metalized human we were going to create. It wasn't ready for human testing though. I don't understand why someone would want it..." he said as his sight was partially blinded by a strange flash.

The creatures ashed lit up as his body reformed almost instantly. The wing and body he had once pierced by bullets were fully healed. He immediately unleashed another shock wave pulse of plasma magic. The forced wiped out the floor sending the scientists and troops flying off away from him. All the lights and electronics in the building failed leaving only emergency lights and systems active. The creature once again reached for the serum and then proceeded to leave. He noticed the scientist was still alive and even approached him.

The man began to cower from the creature, "How did you survive? You were dead and gone! How did this happen?" he said as he began to panic further.

"I am unique, I am special. My Mistress granted me abilities beyond your control. I am manipulate Wind and Lightning, combining them to do what you see here now. I can fly with my unique body and as you seen I can rise again from the ashes with my phoenix heart" he said as he opened his cloak to reveal stitches running along his body in multiple places. Around his chest where his heart should be was a bright reddish-orange glow.

"My name is Nylux Ravencross. I am the servant of the Vampire and Scientist Mercury. I will spare your life. Do not come after me" he said as he turned and began to walk away. The troops were all either dead or knocked out for the time being as he went back to the hole he crashed into. His wings spread as he took off through that hole using his mastery of wind to boost him further. A few ground turrets were still active as they began to open fire on him. It was too late though. He escaped their range quickly with his prize in hand.

"I remember what happened before I met them..." Seth said speaking to himself within his own thoughts as he flashed back further into the past.

The sky was clear with the open sun above him smiling down from the sky onto a plateau high up in the mountains. The village was filled with people all of whom had wings on their backs. The village was a tribe of creatures called Hawkmen who lived in the mountains and hardily come down from them. The only ones who were ever seen were young men usually eighteen years old who would come down to enter a rite of passage into manhood. They would have to travel into the forest and slay a bear or coyote and then bring it's carcass back with them to the tribe where they would hold a festival and celebrate. The larger the creature they returned with the better chance they had at choosing a mate. All the boys were treated as soldiers. They were all wild and vicious except for one in particular. The boys name was Seth. That boy was me. Unlike his other more aggressive kin he was docile, shy and kept to himself. He was simply different.

This particular day our instructor Rhyin was teaching us how to use our magic. He riased his hand in the air concentrating electrical magic into a small ball. He then aimed it as a close fit towards a target against the stone and released it. The bolt of lightning shot out looking like an arrow as it struck the target. Our kind in the early stages of life have difficulty in performing this because we possess very limited magic. Seth was different as he proved on his first try he was capable of extraordinary things. He didn't just concentrate the energy but what he shot out from his hand left others with a look of disbelief and fear. As he extended his hand what he shot was not an arrow but a beam of lightning that destroyed the stone.

The instructor and other Hawkmen were stunned by the sudden burst of energy.

"Everyone return to your homes at once" spoke Rhyin. He waited until everyone left before he left and went to the council. The council was made up of senor members of the Ravencross Clan. Rhyin spoke of Seth's unique power and control of lightning despite him being at an age where he shouldn't even be able to manifest the lightning arrow technique that the men of the tribe are able to use to hunt and kill prey. Rhyin described it as capable of not just being able to take out an animal but being able to take out a herd of buffalo in a single strike.

The council spoke back and forth for some time before they came to an agreement that they would like to see the boy perform themselves. In order to prevent suspicion of what may come they decided to make it into a competition that young Seth would be sure to win. The boys were all fifteen now. It was still three years before they were due to go on their journey to manhood. The competition would take place after the next moon.

Time passed quickly as many of the boys were beginning to get the hang of manipulating lightning into an arrow. The other technique passed down was manipulating wind to shoot as a blade.

Rhyin demonstrated this technique as he waved his hands grabbing at the air before lifting his hands up. The air around him seemed to move around him spinning ina circular fashion before stopping at an arms length above him. He waved his hands down forward as 5 blades of wind push forward striking a target.

Once the instructor finished the boys tried their luck, this was an easier challenge for them as they had already practiced lightning. Some were able to get it on the first try but only manifested a single blade. Aim was also going to be a focus in the future.

When it was Seth's turn he manifested enough wind to keep the others grounded. Their dust kicked upwards fromt he sheer force. Instead of the exact motion he merely extended his hand and shot out blast after blast as he tore the target made of wood, straw and leather to pieces utterly destroying the practice target.

Rhyin didn't speak a word. He knew that the issue would be dealt with. He continued his instruction as if nothing was wrong. The other boys looked at Seth with indescribable hatred and jealousy. They didn't like him. He wasn't like them.

The time passed quickly, the night of the full Moon came and Seth's mother and father left to have a meeting with the other adult's of the tribe. The council greeted everyone as they entered the main hut. Seth was the main topic of discussion. They let the floor open for discussion.

Many spoke of the danger that Seth could produce. Others spoke of him as a prodigy that could lead to a new future for their tribe. In the end the council spoke of their idea to have a competition amongst him and those his age to have the rite of passage early for the competition winner. The council had a sinister plan in this that the other tribesmen weren't aware of. Soon everyone returned home and the council were already making arrangements.

The morning sun soon rose in the sky, the sky was blue with a few clouds and some light westerly wind. The boys gathered in a training ground where the villagers gathered to watch them. Each of them performed their villages two techniques. The 'Lightning Arrow' and the 'Wind Shot'. Each of the boys were able to fire off the technique. Some with good aim others with very little aim. They had only been training for a month so their progression was remarkable. Seth however was certainly a spectacle.

The boy walked up with eyes watching him. He lifted his hand to manifest the lightning. Unlike the others his entire arm had lightning encircling it. He shot his blast almost blinding the crowd with it's light as it decimated it's target. Talks began within the crowd but no one cheered for the young boy. Unlike how he was instructed he placed his hands in front of him touching at the wrists with his palms facing the target. Wind magic began to form in a ball in front of his hands and shot out multiple blades slicing the target with multiple blades. Many in the crowd tried to count but they easily lost track. of how many he shot out. It was unlike anything they had ever seen.

The lead council began to clap his hands, a few in the crowd began to do the same until they all began to clap. Seth wasn't really used to this type fo attention and didn't know how to react. He turned to the other boys and they just continued to look at him like he was different. The leader of the council greet Seth and spoke.

"This young lad has shown us that he is truly gifted. He will be granted the right to take the rite of passage early. This young one has truly deserved this great honor. He will leave tomorrow at dawn for his journey and return with a predator from the forests at the foot of the mountains. Once he returns he shall be given the right to take on a mate as per our traditions" he stated.

"No... I don't want to... I don't even want to perform the rite of passage" he retorted.

"All MUST perform the rite of passage. You cannot live here without performing it" the elder responded.

Seth remained quiet as he soon took his leave and returned home with his parents. They both seemed so proud of him when he just didn't want to take part in this ritual. Nightfall came and he decided now was the time for him to leave.

Seth wandered outside unknown to his parents. He avoided the couple of guards that patrol the village at night. He unfurled his wings and then took to flight.

The evening was beginning to set in as the sun went down. The town filled with candle and lantern light as the inns and taverns began to get rowdy. Music filled the downtown streets as many folks roamed the streets. Children were scarce locked up in their homes and soundly sleeping. Nighttime was not friendly to children. Nor for humans really but some were brave enough to roam this world at night.

A figure entered a tavern known as the 'Worn Ol' Boot' he looked around spying a table in the corner where a wealthy looking human sat down with a contract in front of him. He had posted up during the day that he was seeking some mercenaries for hire. The figure approached the man and sat at the table across from the wealthy man. The two seemed to ignore the music as they began to drink. It didn't take long but three others gathered and began drinking. A short time passed and no others seemed to join the group. The wealthy man opened his pocket watch, checked the time, then clsoed it and returned it to his pocket.

"It is time. You have all read the request I posted. I am willing to pay as much as 500 gold pieces split between the four of you. What I request is some guards to protect me while I return home to the port town of Shadowmoor. There are many folks who desire my head on a pike. Once we arrive back in the protection of my families guards you will be paid for your services" he explained.

"Oh yeah? Well I have a couple fo issues. Firstly. Will we really get paid? Or will you sick your guards on us once you get back home? Secondly. How can I trust the others here? I am a pretty famous figure around here" spoke a young man with brown hair and a pair of sharp looking eyes.

"Oh? I apologize I don't recognize you" replied the wealthy man.

"My name is Stark Ironfang!" he retorted.

"Grog no hear of you" spoke the brutish chatter of the largest man of the group. His face was that of an orc. He was covered in dark green skin and hair. A single tooth protruded from his jaw almost touching his nose.

"Now now... I am certain we can come to some mutual agreement" spoke a blue haired young man with bright blue eyes and angelic features.

The fourth person remained shrouded in a cloak keeping their appearance hidden. But judging from the figure it was a woman.

The bartender approached with another round of drinks. Once he laid the glasses on the table he spoke, "Fine Sir. You certainly have a fine group of mercenaries. I know each of them since they have come to my place of business for years. They each possess unique skills that have given them all reputable names. As long as they can work together I am certain you will be pleased with their work" he stated as he bowed his head and then walked away.

"Chi! Damn that smart a** Burgess. Thinks he can sweet talk me like that" Stark retorted again.

"My name is Dustin, with everyone's permission I will take command and take charge of your safety. We will work together to ensure you arrive at your intended destination. Please return to your room for the time being and we will be ready to depart by morning" he stated.

The wealthy man got up from the table and bowed before retreating upstairs. Once the man had gone Burgess returned tot he table, "You have broad shoulders Dustin. But how do you all expect to get along? I feel as if you are nothing alike" he said.

Dustin smiled brightly and the leaned forward at the table. "Let's all introduce ourselves. Tell me of your abilities and I can assure you we will successfully accomplish our goal" he stated proudly.

"Che!! I'm the Ironfang of the Thieves Guild. My name is Stark. I can crack any safe. Disappare like a ninja at a moment's notice or pilfer a wallet without the patron noticing..." he said as he began to toss a sack of coins up in the air from his hand.

"When did you..." Dustin began to interject.

"That should speak for itself" he replied with a satisfactory smile.

Dustin let out a sigh before turning towards the Orc, "How about you friend?"

"Friend? Grog have friend? Grog like Friends!! You all grog's Friends? Grog Happy!!" he replied.

"Oh gods he's an idiot!" Stark replied looking shocked as he moved slightly away in disgust at the creature.

"No. You not hear. Grog's name is Grog Stormshatter. Grog's name not Idiot. Grog mighty warrior. Grog Smash!!" he said as he took his large maul from his back with a single hand and wielded it expertly before returning it to the holster on his back.

"It's good to meet you Grog. Now I am really interested to see our last companion" Dustin replied.

A pair of dark greyish hands reached for the hood and pulled it down. There was a face dead and grey covered in runes with eyes lit up in a fiendish blue color. Her hair was a mix of black and grey as she began to speak.

"My name is Arcanica Lichborn. I am a Mage..." she said speaking ina husky voice.

"Oh s**t! She's a freakin' undead! We should totally burn that!!" Stark replied in terror.

"Wait!! Wait!!" Dustin replied.

"Yes! I am undead!" Arcanica responded authoritatively. "However, I am not evil. Perhaps it would be best explained. I do not truly know how I was born. But I walk amongst the living with my own free will and thoughts. I sense a great deal of mystery amongst us. Stark though he seems untrustworthy seems to carry a burden. Grog carries with him a legacy passed down. And you Dustin. I cannot put my finger on it. But you are different. I sense you have no memory of your childhood" she stated.

"You are certainly wise and knowledgeable. You are correct. I have no memory beyond that of about two years ago. But that doesn't matter. We each have our own unique abilities and skills. I would like to formally group together with each of you for this upcoming mission. We will protect this merchant with our lives and collect his reward" spoke Dustin as he began to chant a rallying cry.

"YES!!!" they all replied in unison.

Arcanica pulled her hood over herself again hiding the fact she was an undead creature. The others kept their shawls off. Burgess gave them a room to spend the night in to rest for the time being. It would be awhile before they would sleep indoors again.

The group gathered at a local tavern where they distributed the reward money as well as gathered themselves a few refreshments.

"This port city may provide us with some pretty decent jobs. I enjoy working with each of you and I was hoping we could form ourselves an alliance of sorts. With our combined talents I am certain we can acquire a great deal of money fairly quickly" Dustin mentioned.

"Why are you concerned with money? You seem like a goodie goodie to me. The type that would give everything to charity" Stark implied.

"Grog smash? Grog like to smash. Grog like friends" spoke the simple minded Orc.

"If you look at our abilities we are a well formed group. But the more famous a group is the greater their risk. Basically what I am saying is that we will be in constant need of upgraded gear. Since we are in Shadowmoor we should go see a friend of mine. He owns a shop here and he sells practically anything. Weapons, Armor, Surplus supplies, even information" spoke Arcanica.

"Then perhaps we should pay him a visit in the morning then begin to try and gather up some work" Dustin added.

"I'll get us some rooms for the evening then" stark mentioned with a sly smirk as he got up from the table.

Dustin was wary of Stark's thieving habits. But he could tolerate it as long as no one got hurt. After a few moments Dustin stared at Stark as he returned with w wide grin on his face, "Who this time?" he asked.

"How rude. Must you always assume I steal things?" he retorted.

Dustin continued to stare at Stark.

"Oh fine! yes. I was stealing again. Only a few patrons while I was getting a couple of room keys. And no I didn't steal the room keys I paid for them... With the money I got from the patrons and hey look! I still have a sac of gold to spare" Stark chuckled.

"Let's get some sleep then. we got a busy day ahead of us" Dustin said as he went to one of the rooms upstairs followed shortly by the others.

The next morning the group got up and went downstairs. There seemed to be a little commotion in the corner of the room. A panicked old woman began to frantically bark at the patrons of the tavern.

"Please you must listen to me. There is danger coming for us. I see falling rocks of fire descending from the sky decimating the land. The work of..."

"Alright that's enough out of you hag!" spoke a large man as she picked up the woman by her collar and threw her out of the tavern.

Dustin looked concerned and moved to aid the woman when Arcanica stuck out her arm, "Do not interfere with every problem you see. I know it isn't right but look carefully. There are several men there. If you anger them you won't walk away with anything less than a few broken bones" she said.

"Y... You're right. Let's proceed on shall we?" he said not liking the idea and getting an odd feeling over the woman and her warning.

The group traveled through the town passing by a man in white from the church, "Please good travelers. Our church is in search of brothers and sisters to help battle against a horrid Orc invasion from the north. Brother Gavin will be speaking in the church at noon. All are welcome to attend and hear the mighty words of our Goddess Elandra."

The group seemed to ignore this man for the time being but Dustin was very interested in finding out what was going on. Arcanica seemed interested as well as she stopped and paused for a moment before proceeding. Soon the came down near the waterfront. Arcanica was now leading them down a shady alleyway. Suddenly a door exploded in flames sending two large fellows tumbling to the ground. Their clothes were charred and burned. Their weapons were partially melted and they looked like they went ten rounds with a bear.

"And stay out you no good bums!!" spoke a voice from inside the building.

"He is in a good mood I see" Arcanica mentioned.

The group entered as they say a young man with brown hair and shiny blue eyes. He was wearing mostly red clothing. A fine suit and robe with flame patterns over it. "Can I help you?" he said speaking almost sarcastically.

"Are you with them?" he added while pointing towards the two men he had thrown out.

"No Xenon. We aren't with them. We were just looking to see what you had available" Arcanica said as she lowered her hood.

"Ah Arcanica, nothing like a stroll down memory lane. How long has it been thirty years?" he asked.

"Thirty years? Impossible this guy doesn't even look two decades old" Stark butted in.

"Grog head hurt too" spoke the Orc.

"Come to think of it. We don't really know much about one another. How old are you Arcanica?" Dustin asked curiously.

"It is hard to tell with what I am. But I am ninety-seven years old. Believe it or not Xenon is more than three times my age" she mentioned with a laugh.

"Then what the hell are you then?" Stark butted in again.

"You have rude friends my dear friend" he said with a snarly tone. After a moment he smiled and spoke with a bubbly tone, "allow me to introduce myself. My name is Xenon. I am a Fire elemental. I take on the form of a human to mingle with commoners like yourself. Myself and my brethren like me all set up shops throughout the land. Our skills in crafting goods and enchanting weapons and armor make our services invaluable to armies, mercenaries and adventurers alike."

"Forgive Stark. My name is Dustin. I was wondering..." he said as he paused to look at the price tags of most of the weapons and armor available int he shop. The least expensive thing in here was more than three-thousand gold "...if you could cut us a deal on buying goods from you. Right now looking around we can't afford anything you have here in terms of weapons or armor. But I have a list of some small things we need to restock on and would you happen to know where we can go to stock up ourselves on some much needed money?" he asked trying to be polite despite his brief pause to look around.

"As long as the money you earn is coming to my store then I think we can work something out" Xenon said as he took the list from Dustin and examined it. "Hmm... Not a great deal here. I will stock you up personally and I will cut you guys some slack on my prices. But you must shop only from me. My brothers and sisters are complete rip-offs. I also know of a good way to ear some cash actually" he began to explain.

Xenon quickly loaded up Grog's large backpack with the supplies on the list and then began to speak again, "Alright. So here is what is going around town. Orcs are all over the place in our forests lately. Not unlike your friend. But these ones are lowly savages. They have appeared in large numbers raiding Shadowmoor a couple of times and destroying farmlands nearby. Bounties have been placed on all the generals. Rumor is that they only began moving this way after a new leader joined their ranks. Supposedly he isn't even an Orc but some kind of horrid monster... I can't confirm anything but I believe the local guard here are offering money for Orc heads and especially the generals heads. If you can bag the leader you will have plenty of money for awhile I am sure" he said with a smile on his face. His eyes didn't even really look like eyes. More like gold coins as he began to think of his profit margin.

"Thanks Xenon that's what we were looking for" Arcanica said as she pulled her hood up and nodded at Dustin.

"Alright looks like we are headed north!!" Dustin shouted with glee.

Now that the group was ready they immediately began to head north. They passed by several other groups of adventurers that seemed to be interested in the prospects of killing orcs and bringing back their heads for money. Soon after they cleared the city they arrived onto the northern farmlands. The farmlands were very desolate and looked completely void of resources and food.

Arcanica and Stark moved forward to investigate.

"The ground is unhallowed. Something evil has embarked upon these lands..." Arcanica mentioned.

"There was a large group of them. A small army maybe twenty of them" spoke Stark. He assessed the ground, "It is obvious that they came from the forest but they met with resistance. There is blood on the ground. The blood is orc blood. They were attacked by a small party but their foot steps end here. They were likely defeated and carried off" he mentioned.

Dustin stepped forward, "The farmland is decimated. Lets check with the farm house. We can check for survivors among the farmers" he said as the group then headed for the farmhouse.

Dustin approached the front door and knocked, "Hello anybody home?" he asked. He then signaled Stark to check around the building. Stark then ran around to check the other doors and windows for forced entry while Dustin continued to call out. Stark returned after a few moments and shook his head affirming the negative on another forced entry.

"Step aside church boy. I'll get us in" he said as he got in front of the door pushing Dustin back and took out a couple of lock picks. He fiddled with his tools in the lock until a clicking sound could be head and the door slowly swung open. The group went inside and spread out, Arcanica went into the kitchen finding two large rats which she quickly dispatched with a blast of searing fire.

"Grog Find something!" yelled the brute of the group.

Dustin was the first to get to him. He was in the living room and looked down to see three bodies. Two adults and one child. The child looked like he was chewed up and mauled. While the two adults looked to have been killed by axes.

"I just killed some rats in the kitchen" Arcanica mentioned as she arrived on scene followed by Stark.

"It's likely that they were killed by the Orcs. The child seemed to have escaped the Orcs by hiding some place. She likely came out of the hiding place and locked the doors after the Orcs invaded. Rats managed to get in at some point and they killed the child who huddled near the bodies of her dead parents" he explained.

"So where does that leave us?" Stark asked.

"The Orcs invaded this area in search of resources. Specifically food. They completely decimated it of food so we can assume they have a large army that they need to feed and that the army is on the move. The possibility of the Orcs attacking the city is extremely high. In tactics of war it is wise to lay siege to the oppositions food resources. They have done that and are taking it for themselves most likely. Their army is bigger than we think it is and remember Xenon mentioned a new leader int heir ranks? This person is probably a Demon or Apparition. Thus why Arcanica could find traces of corruption on the ground" he explained.

"I'm not liking this so far... but go on" Stark added.

"So the plan is to track the Orcs down. We are certain to find their main encampment. Once we find them our objective will be to eliminate them. We will assess their numbers and figure out the best plan of action in order tot ake them out" he stated.

"Grog smash?" Grog asked.

"Yes, Grog can smash" Dustin added.

"I think we are capable of this. We will have to be careful but I think we can handle it" Arcanica said speaking up in a raspy voice.

Now that it was decided the group gathered outside of the farm house and proceeded into the forest. Once int he forest Stark was able to pick up the trail and began to lead the group through the forest. It only took a few hours before they located the Orc encampment.

The Orc encampment had dozens of Orc creatures. They seemed to be cutting down trees and building siege weapons. It looked as though they were planning a alrge scale assault. Other than the Orcs who were working or on guard duty there were two Orcs in particular who seemed to be high up in the center of the camp observing. Their armor and garment suggested that they were leaders or Generals.

"Ominath and Razorback. They are two very well reowned Orc Generals" Dustin mentioned as he looked at the two Orcs with their large Axes laid next to the stone thrones they were seated at. There was one thing more disturbing as they observed a 3rd empty seat between them. When comparing size it looked like the owner of the chair had to be at least 4 times larger than the Orc Generals themselves though they seen no creature who could fit in the chair or looked like they owned it.