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[b][u]A Young Slave's Rebellion[/u][/b]
[b]Northern Mordor[/b]
Sunset, a camp full of slaves and run by Orcs. These Orcs were cruel, infamously so. Slaves of all races, colors and ages wanted to break away, they wanted to get out. This camp was larger than the rest, considered a stronghold. There are alarms around, with Orc after Orc watching over the camp.
"You! With the gray hair! Get back to work! No breaks!"
An old man, thin and frail had fallen, and was struggling to get back up. Next to him, his granddaughter and her mother. The Orc that yelled at him comes over and starts kicking the man in the chest. In seconds, the elderly man is coughing up blood, holding now broken ribs. With the old man's dying breath, he swung up with his pickaxe, near the Orc's head. He missed, rather bad. The pickaxe however, wasn't aimed for the Orc, but for the chain that held him and his granddaughter together. The young girl, 12 years of age, was crying, but she saw her chance...and took it. She drops the pickaxe and tears off running, towards the treeline. She's fast, especially for a slave, but not fast enough. An arrow buries itself in her calf. She falls, face first, screaming. Orcs catch up and drag her back to the camp. She is strung up by the wrists, with the arrow still in her leg. Her legs were broken, tied to a cross and cut whenever another slave misbehaved. She was weak and dying...
[spoiler]Open post, you guys will encounter each other, please take into account each other's posts and work together. These Orcs are pissed and will not go down easy...[/spoiler]
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[b]One Orc fell, off to the side, and unnoticed. The person who killed it was hidden in the shadows, while dragged the body away t make sure it wasn't found Brown hair was seen, a large bow, pointed ears An elf for sure, there to liberate the camp and rescue the slaves[/b]
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The Orc died rather easy, taken by surprise, they weren't much. Not to mention they were rather dumb. The slaves didn't seem to notice either. There was a commotion across the camp. A possible distraction.
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[b]She moved on, picking her way across the camp, using the environment to her advantage Taking down a few more orcs, she progressed further into the camp, careful to not get caught [/b]
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The obvious thing begins to happen. Orcs notice others are missing, it would be a matter of time before she was discovered. The commotion raged on, small glimpses able to be seen by her. A massive man in black armor was fighting the Orcs in open combat, yelling taunts as he was doing it. "Your mother hit my dick harder!" "Oi! Shut up before we bust a bloody hole in your head!"
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[b]She chuckled, firing her bow at yet another Orc, making it topple over and down below into the commotion, landing on one of its brethren She sat there, moving occasionally to avoid getting caught, firing at the occasional Ofrc as well, watching the man take them on[/b]
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The man seemed to move faster than he should, often seemingly like he was in two places at once. He battled with a sword in one hand and an axe in the other, making quick work of the Orcs. The Orc she killed had brought attention, three went over to investigate.
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[b]She knocked an arrow, firing it at one of them as it killed it, firing another The next however, to close to use a bow, she sling it over her shoulder and pulled her sword. Twirling it with mastered skill as she walks closer[/b]
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The Orc wielded a spear and shield, an Orcish [i]Defender[/i], is what they called themselves. He smiles, crouching and yelling at the same time. "We got a live one over 'ere! She's an elvey!"
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[i]"And you're mince meat!"[/i] [b]She sucked under the first swing, moving faster than he could react, as her sword tasted the flesh of his neck She kicked his body down, clearing the path for more orcs if they choose to come[/b]
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Orcs from above wielded crossbows, aiming and firing down at her. Orcs with spears threw them from afar, but five Orcs stepped up, another Defender, an Orc with two axes and three Orcs with clubs. They began attacking in unison, often using the crossbows and spears to help distract, then hit you.
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[b]Moving at a constant pace, she was able to avoid being hit by he spears and bolts Once again dodging under the first Orc, she swiped backwards, cutting its leg clean off, making her way to the next as she parried its attack, performing an intricate move at he same time, cutting his head off in the process The next to she dispatched by a glorified spin move, distracting them both as she knocked them off the edge[/b]
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She had left one of the five alive, the one with two axes. He smiled and rushed, axes raised over his head. He seemed smarter than the rest.
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[b]She knocked one to the side, kicking the other with inhuman skill as she flicked the blade, stabbing him through the chest[/b]
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He looked down at the blade and smiled, blood pouring from his face and chest. He grabbed her by the throat and threw her to the ground. "This isn't my first time, pretty lady." He pulls the sword out, not showing an ounce of pain. He tosses it to the side and takes a step towards her.
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[b]She scrambles back, pulling her knife in the process as she stand back up. Standing at the ready, she waits for his move[/b] [spoiler]well shit[/spoiler]
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Edited by Python824: 6/23/2016 1:45:08 AMHe laughed, blood falling from his mouth. He swings with one axe, his left one. [spoiler]You just met an Uruk! Have fun![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]well shit[/spoiler] [b]She rolls to the side, barely missing the first swing as she manages to grab her sword Now with a large knife and sword in hand, she adjusted her fighting style to accommodate both weapons, waiting on him[/b]
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While she was getting up, he was already attacking, his leg hitting hers hard on the knee. Definitely going to feel that later. He stood himself, merely staring at her.
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[b]She ignores the pain for now, focusing on the foe before her, trying to find a hole in his defense [/b]
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Holes were everywhere, just hard to tell how deep they were. He was a fighter, powered by anger. A berserker. He started stepping towards her, closing in the ten foot gap. The other man seemed to still be fighting, shouts and warcries reigning over clanging metal.
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[b]She had a plan, but it would take a rather risky maneuver though She only needed him to attack[/b]
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And so he did, unleashing a flurry of axe swings as he charged at her, full speed.
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[b]She sidestepped, letting his momentum carry him forward as she snagged his shoulder with the dagger Jumping, she looped around him, the blade cutting his shoulder int a broad like, as she stabbed his back either the sword and planted her feet against him, jumping backwards[/b]
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He fell forward, dead. But the Orc archers were only enraged by what they saw. They started firing.
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[b]She backpedalled, ducking under a cliff for cover[/b]
