On a Mission (Razgriz x Lagertha)

"Move it, slut!"

"Ow!"

"Oi, don'tcha be hoggin' the pussy!"

"No...please...no more...."

"Hehe, come'ere, ya humie sow! I got an itch to scratch!"

"Filthy brutes!"

These were some of the sounds that were commonplace in most Orc villages; unlike humans who lived in the plains and Elves who took to the sanctity of the forests, the Orcs - or 'Greenskins', as both liked to call them - used their superior strength and knowledge of stone-and-metalwork to create homes within and around the bases of tall mountains. Aside from the obvious proximity to deposits of ore, it also provided safety from attack: Attacking one Greenskin, let alone a group, from the front was suicidal for most. Even with the humans' mastery of war and the Elves' proficiency in the arcane, few could say they stood up to a Greenskin and won. Even worse, most clans decided to raid nearby settlements; and with their natural endowments, most forces did not stand a ghost of a chance at victory when they came knocking. And they did not just take their riches...No, more often than not, they stole their women and whatever food they could find. Why should weaklings get to have it, after all? Orcs were bigger, meaner, and far more adept at survival than the humans or Elves. Nature demanded survival of the strongest.

Whenever they completed a raid, any women were often sent here to be used as pleasure slaves...Or for exceptionally strong ones, they were used as breeding slaves. Humans were tighter by and large, that much was certain...But Elves were more prized because any children born would have higher magic resistance, which would ensure a higher likelihood of remaining strong. Of course, there were Orc females as well: Less bulky than the males, they were still quite sturdy. But more often than not they were ignored and because of this, many simply left the clans to form their own bands whilst others stayed behind to serve as caretakers for their newly captured toys. It wasn't because they were unattractive by Orc - or even human standards - but because the females were nearly as strong as the males, they were more choosy about who to accept as mates.

The only reason there weren't more attacks was due to the self-destructive nature of their relations: One Greenskin clan would always engage another if they crossed paths, and the resulting battle was always bloody. The survivors would then be bound to join the victor, their population getting larger and larger until a more powerful clan leader took them down. And while they were scattered...It did not mean they would not travel if they were seeking.

Such was the case for one Orc settlement in particular: Under the rule of Garekk the Unbroken, it was one of the more well-stocked villages. And he had the good sense to set it next to a mountain that resided near a wide, well-flowing river. They had storehouses galore for their armory and food, as well as 'plowhouses' for whenever they were feeling feisty. And the villagers were enjoying themselves everywhere after a particular successful raid: Groups sat around roaring fires roasting enormous boars and deer, each drinking enough ale to fatally poison ten men. Their large bellies hung freely, jiggling as they laughed despite the fact that they really had no real body fat to speak of. And by the sides of the logs they sat on, human and Elven women were chained up in iron shackles. Prizes taken from the weeks-long travel to where they currently resided.

"Huuu...We gots quite a haul, don't we, lads? Look at the knockers on this one!" said one Orc, his flat nose letting out a snort of humid breath, grasping the left breast of a brunette dressed in the shredded dirtied remains of her wedding gown, the heavy manacles already having marked her wrists and ankles. They had ransacked her town and killed her husband as he tried to no avail to aid her escape. Evidence of her futile struggle, even as she cringed and turned her head, feeling the rough thick digits sink into her supple mound and his atrocious scent wash through her nostrils. "Bettin' if she gits fat with a kid, she'll make some tasty milk with those utters!" This statement made the group laugh, and tears roll down the woman's face.

But that's when the good times stopped. A loud guttural roar echoed throughout the village, followed by howls of terror and the familiar sound of bone being broken and flesh rended by something sharp. It came from the forest, where they usually had sentries stationed. Followed by several more, each one further around the treeline until the last come from near where the first one sounded. "What the hell...." asked one of the Orcs, his beady eyes squinting as he stood up, only to jump back as the head of another one of his clan suddenly crashed into the fire, scattering the ash and snuffing the flame after it cracked the spit they were using to roast their meat.

And then came a battle cry, the voice sonorous and powerful as it echoed across the now silent plains. One that no one but other Orcs would know.

"GARREK! I! HAVE! COME!"

And from the treeline came another Orc, wielding eight skulls - their severed necks dripping with green liquid - gripped in his left hand; like his brethren, he was enormous. Standing well over seven feet tall, he wore almost no armor save for a three-strap battle harness that held a pauldron on his left shoulder, his pride covered in a large ragged cloth that partially concealed the thick trunks of his thighs, the feet covered in simple deerskin boots. Resembling his kin, he was entirely bald, his nose flat and his lower jaw jutting forward, the lower canines that signature shade of yellow as they poked out from his lips. In his right hand, he held a wicked-looking blade that stood nearly as tall as him; the way it gleamed dully suggested it was not made of iron. Its edge was covered in dried emerald fluid, suggesting extensive use. Orc blood, and each one knew exactly who it was.

"It's 'im..." sneered one Orc, grabbing his own iron sword, his compatriots following suit to stand against this invader. The newcomer seemed not to care, if anything, he seemed even angrier, his heavy-set brow narrowing as the beady black eyes - bloodshot from what seemed like lack of sleep - stared toward those approaching him. One of the captive woman screamed, "Please, help us!" which earned her a smack and her assailant shouting "Shut it, whore!"

The invader's grip on his blade, as well as his jaw, tightened; anyone privy to the flow of energy would sense a howling darkness enshroud him and shiver from the pure negativity of it. "Ye think ye can take us all? We gotcha outnumbered forty tah one!" shouted one Orc, to which another responded, "Forty-one if ye count me." Each of their gazes then turned behind them, to see an even larger Orc making his way through the camp. It was none other than Garrek himself; he was by far the largest and most aggressive of this settlement, his muscular form dressed in thick battle plate. He was one of the few to have any hair on his head, even if it was only a ponytail growing from the top of his head.

"Not surprisin' ye would show yerself here...Is it, Urgok?" Garrek asked rhetorically. "Ye think bein' 'ere changes anythin'? I'm dee Unbroken; yer just a lowly grunt!" Garrek shouted when the newcomer - apparently named Urgok - said nothing.

"You talk too much" growled Urgok, raising the hefty blade before him, "If you were real Orcs, you would have come at me by now." Garrek snorted, replying with "Yer funeral...Git 'em, lads! No mercy!" All Orcs which were ready charged without question, thinking that they could overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

They were wrong.

Urgok took the skulls and with a mighty toss flung them at the charging attackers; several Orcs fell over, causing others who were in mid-stride to have to break pace to avoid causing a potential collision. This left them wide open for his own attack, his voice bellowing as he rushed right in with abandon. The first would feel the massive sword cut right through his midsection, his upper half traveling in an arc as he was disemboweled. The next would try to strike, missing and receiving punishment for his error, the weapon cleaving through the side of his skull. And then they all descended on Urgok, unleashing a spectacle of slaughter like few could witness.

Particularly aggressive Orcs would often fall into a trance in battle, and no amount of pain would seem capable of stopping them. Urgok seemed to be in this trance almost constantly, for even as their weapons beat and slashed him, he continued to kill. Split skulls and ruptured abdomens spilled great quantities of blood and organs across the already-filthy campsite, the bodies of the Orcs serving as ample sustenance for the carrion feeders. And as the battle raged on, the women squealed and ran as fast as they could, dragging some of their slower fellow captives in an attempt to avoid the carnage whenever it drew near.

And in what seemed like moments, this fight was over: Urgok held a barely-alive Orc by his chest plate in his free hand, his body badly cut and bruised. The blood of his foes streamed into his wounds, bits of his own flesh hanging off where he was cut and where his attackers tried to bite him and claw at him. To say that he was even still alive was nothing short of a miracle, to be even standing was more so. But even with how he looked, he could still fight.

Garrek's eyes traveled over his opponent, seeming unfazed that he killed every one of his men. Instead, the gargantuan warrior chuckled and clapped, "Well done, well done, Urgok...Yer reputation as fierce is underwhelmin'. Tell ya what..." Garrek pulled out his own sword, a three hundred pound hunk of raw iron. "I'll let ye live, ifin' ye join me. We can make an even larga Orc city. March on a humie city and take it for ourselves." Urgok snorted, "What Orc would join you? Negotiating with the one who killed your people? You'll be laughed out of power. Besides..." He then trailed off and lumbered towards the massive warrior, lazily throwing his captive onto a still-roaring fire, the Orc weakly gurgling and flailing as the flames cooked him alive.

The captive women could only watch with fearful eyes as this murderous Orc approached the bandit leader; just what kind of monster was he? For anyone, even another Greenskin, to take on so many was unheard of. They'd only heard whispers from their captors of a psychotic monster that went to Orc settlements and wiped out everyone there. And of course, their prideful nature let them loose words about being able to take the beast down single-handedly, which often led to drinking contests to prove who was the stronger one. But now, here this creature was before them; some were excited that he might be their savior, others feared that he only wanted to take them for himself. Regardless, they sat rooted where they were lest they incur this monster's wrath.

"...It's not your praise I want. I would never join a Greenskin like you. The only use you have is to be food for the vultures." continued Urgok in that same growling, to which Garrek replied, "Ah figured as such. Shame, really...Goin' to miss ya. Really I am." And with that, the two remaining Orcs rushed each other, weapons raised for combat before they clashed and the fighting resumed.

Humans, Elves, Orcs, these were the most known about common races. Deers, Boars, rabbits, squirrels, the list could go on and on. Same with the plants. There were endless lists upon of lists and the lists themselves had not yet come to a stop. There was so much life, so many things to learn from the passing time these races had, yet they destroyed the things around them.

The humans were the most funny ones to watch. Especially when one of the nymphs would be spotted in the forest tending to the trees. Oh how they ran, how they screamed and cried, how they came back with their pitch forks and fire and set the forests ablaze. It was even more amusing how some would fight amongst themselves, telling the others the nymphs were demons coming to rape and murder their wives and children. Oh no no, silly humans, if only you knew what they were there for.

Elves, they seemed the most logical of the three. Of course like the humans the nymphs presence scared them, but they were more intrigued and their reasonings were more interesting of all. They explained to one another that the nymphs were gods and goddesses, the protectors of the realms, they worshipped them graveled at their feets, built statues of them. Ahh, so interesting how the nymphs, some more than others, grew accustomed to not hiding from the elves and would let the elves watch them as they went about their chores.

Then the last of the known races, the orcs. They were arrogant, brutal, monstrous and they raped and murdered anything they wanted. Nymphs were the most fearful of this race. They seemed not to care why the nymphs were there or what they were. Simply, when an orc spotted one of them tending to the flowers or food in the ground, madness happened. Mostly the orcs nowadays had become thick with the drink, and you would assume the nymphs would be smart enough to run when they were coming. Some of the nymphs weren’t the brightest, they would be so enthralled by the work they were doing that they would ignore the stumbling drunken orc as it snuck up behind them. It was safe to say when the other nymphs found the bodies they were mortified. Raped, split, pulled apart limb by limb, these orcs knew no mercy even for the innocent. It infuriated the race, made them want to eradicate the orcs from existence, but they were a peaceful race..most of them anyhow.

The act of the murders from the orcs caused several if not more of the nymphs to pull away from their kind. They keep to themselves, avoiding contact, avoiding the many meetings and callings and questions that needed to be answered. The race was to work together as a whole, rebuild what the other three races destroyed: the trees, the flowers, the food, the animals, the rivers, the air. All of this took time, it was tedious work and none of them could do it on their own. Some still refused to take help, they sheltered themselves from others, and others lost it completely. It was hard watching their own spiral into a maddening chaos: jumping off cliffs, walking into orcs on purpose, slitting their own throats or burning themselves alive. Depression, it was so terrible for the nymphs that had lost their loved ones to the orcs, to some of the humans as well. For the ones that were left behind? It was even worse when they found the bodies. They had to move them quickly, hide, dispose of their own so the other races didn’t find them, find out what they were. They were frightened, they were mysterious, and they were angry.
Talik was one of the few that had become angered by the acts against their kind, but she was young and many did not wish to listen to such a young nymph. She had pulled away from the others, from the world, and she had sunk deep deep down into the large river. She sat at the very bottom, where most tried to fish but few dared. The river, much like the nile, was quite large in width and depth and the first race that had come to find it so promising in food? None other than a stupid orc group with the leader’s name of Garrek. Most nymphs would have become enraged when the fish were stolen from their waters, but Talik had grown all but numb to the feeling. She was tired of watching, pulling, burying the dead bodies of her comrades. All she wished to do was sit in the depth of her river, grow, watch, nurture the life that was down there in the dark.
Darkness, most would be frightened of it, but to Talik it was something different. Here, the river’s water was a dark navy blue, but where Talik was, head curled up on a rock, it was bright and warm. The water around her glowed, no her skin was glowing illuminating the area around her as she floated humming softly as fish passed her by giggling. She raised her small hand, waving at the fish as they passed by in a school, one pulling astray to nuzzle it’s body against her cheek briefly before quickening its pace to catch up with the rest. This was home to her, the coral lining the rocks and bottom of the vast river, the fish coming to and fro the ocean and passing her by without a second thought. Her coral lips pursed together as she watched a tiny shark weave through the water, meaning business as he hurried after the school of fish. Talik’s flesh was the color of ash, but even that color was illuminated, as though there was some form of lighting coming from within. To say Talik was probably the things legends were born of, was to say the slightest. Her ears were like fish fins, they were shaped similar to an elves ear - smooth on the bottom like any humans, moving up to the top where it began to jut out from the edge of her face. Long thin bones came out of the top of her ears, stopping midway down. The little thin pointed bones connected, with soft slimy skin to hold the bones in place. The fins that were there were different shades of deep corals, lightening into pinks and nearly white. Some of the tones matched her lips, the soft light color on her pale grey flesh, and the color of her eyes were a light pink. with soft tints of the deep coral in her hues. They shifted, watching, gazing at the coral breeze, her long dark maroon colored hair was pooling and moving around her as she hummed. The water was silent peaceful here, and the fish were being cautious as they moved around her.

Talik had fallen asleep to the starfish nuzzling and singing to her. So deep that she didn’t hear the cries of the fish from above as the thick liquid of orc blood began to sink into the deep blue of her water. The frogs that were down below with her as well began to swim watching as the fearful starfish around her saw the toxic goo contaminating the waters. “Talik!..Lady Talik! Please awake!” The voices of the starfish were so high yet so sweetly soft that it made her mutter in her sleep as they pulled on her hair her, arms, her finned toes to try to wake her. It was too late though, the fishes bodies were floating upwards blocking what little view of the surface any of them had from below, and the smell of orc caused her eyes to shoot open.
The smell, the taste, the sight..all of it was unbearable. “Noo!” She felt as though she was searching through the woods with the others, picking up the remaining pieces of a comrade once more. Watching in terror, frantically swimming to gather anything from the water she could to save! There was nothing...nothing but the few frogs that had hopped onto land for safety. “My water! My Home!” Even the small starfish that had tried to warn her, to wake her in time were still pressed to her flesh, dead. She was outraged, mortified, she wanted those damn orcs dead, for good.

With what she was and what type of nymph she was, it took only seconds for her to shoot up to the very surface of the water, her face peaking out. Her eyes were glaring as she looked around, a battlefield, running naked human and elven women screaming and crying. Tore pieces of orcs were everywhere, even along the bridge that connected the woods to the orc encampment. Heads were rolling off, some bobbing in the river, more pieces of limbs sunk deep into her waters. The dead bodies of fish, sharks, were smacking her in the face and finally she had enough. Talik quickly swam to land, pulling herself out of the water onto the ground. Only did she find her hand, her slimy body slipping, touching, dropping onto more dead orcs. “Yuck!” Talik expressed as she sat up, completely naked. There were scales along her hips, under her medium sized breasts, along her ankles, neck and forearms as well as her hands. She looked around, trying to find where the source of noise was coming from..and then she saw it. Two stubborn ass orcs, more dead than alive rushing at one another. Talik crawled over the dead bodies, which was easy with the slim her body was covered in, to get a better look at the two of them.

Four feet away? There was no doubt these two must have been the largest of the lot of orcs, the ones that had caused the most destruction to her river, her home. They were so enthralled by each other they didn’t even seem to notice when she stood tall, at around 5’. She angered, but by the looks of the two, they were going to go at it until they killed each other, much less everything around them in their quake. “Enough!” Talik had enough, she had wanted to remain in her waters unaware of the waking world, even when they had fished in her river and took her friends away. It had been the circle of life, but now? There was no living creature left in her waters, and it would take ages to rectify what had been done. If anything, she could try to stop them before they destroyed the lake, though Talik didn’t wish to know if they had damaged that water as well.

It seemed like they had not her word, and the little nymph became more outraged with the fact she was being ignored. Without a second thought as the two were almost amongst each others faces with their weapons once more, Talik pushed her right hand forward pointing to the ground below their feet. Water, it was everywhere, even in the blood. The ground under their feet pooled into water, before shoving upwards into the sky in a rush, the waters moving so forceful to push them backwards. Talik’s lips pursed while they were distracted by this geyser, before blowing outward. With a quick shot of air out of her lips, and loud audible pops, two bubbles came shooting out, each one expanding and grabbing one of the orcs in it. The bubbles lifted them off the air, and she lowered her hand allowing the geyser to subside as she watched them float a few feet above her. Now, she must have grabbed some form of their attention.

Garrek and Urgok continued their raging battle, each trying any and all tricks imaginable to gain an advantage. Truthfully, Urgok wished Garrek had stayed his course; he had done much for his people. But then he turned...Like they all did. Fell from the path of being a real Orc. He led his clan to the same self-destructive behavior that plagued all Greenskins everywhere. And for that, he had to die. Die and be forgotten, his scourge cleansed from the world.

A missed swing by Urgok allowed Garrek to land a powerful backhand, sending the murderous monster crashing across the ground and into the river nearby. He was stunned by the power, the water cleaning the copious amounts of blood from his wounds; unfortunately, Orc blood was incredibly toxic. Some would even go so far as to call it a blight on nature, evidenced as such when it began to drift with the current and poison every living thing that would come into contact with it.

But before he could recover, Urgok felt his face be submerged once more, Garrek's powerful grip forcing him beneath the current. Even with his armor cut from Urgok's strange weapon, he was confident that this was over. "Hahahahaha. Dis is where ye die, Orcbane. Consida dis retr'bute for yer crimes again't yer peopl'." the massive Greenskin growled even as his opponent thrashed beneath the water. However, he would soon find that Urgok's sword was more than just sharp...And how well-earned the title 'Orcbane' was given. Urgok inverted his blade, holding one hand near the point of sword and the other near the base, and gave it a hard swing forward. The weapon cleaved through armor and flesh, divesting Garrek of his right hand.

The leader howled and stumbled in agony as the useless lump fell into the river; he then felt the side of a flat weapon connect with his skull, launching him from the water and back on shore. Urgok seemed to leap from the water's depths, intent on killing his foe here and now. "That was for trying to drown me, coward! Stand and face me!" Urgok bellowed, lips curling into a snarl as Garrek tried to recover from the combined shock of blunt force trauma and losing a hand along with most of his bulky forearm. Urgok charged him, Garrek barely getting his own weapon up to block; now it was a struggle, with Urgok inching ever closer to beheading him. "Die...Die....DIE!" Urgok roared, his weapon's edge coming within inches of Garrek's neck flesh.

However, before the battle could continue, the two Orcs found themselves blasted apart by the force of a water eruption before being encapsulated by two bubbles. They now floated above the ground, separated by this strange event. Garrek welcomed this newfound reprieve, but Urgok was less than pleased. "What the hell is this?!" he shouted, punching the bubble only to have it ripple, then slicing it and stabbing it with his sword to no avail.

Garrek's eyes soon found the source of the interference; a snaggletoothed grin crept across his face, seeing the lively sprite before him. "Well den...A little nymphie's come ta play." he commented; Urgok's actions halted and soon found the spirit himself. "A water nymph has no business with Orc matters. Why are you here, nature spirit?" he then demanded, uncaring about the devastation he caused to her home. To him, the gallons of Orc blood spilled and countless pieces of flesh torn from their bodies could wind up anywhere, and it wouldn't matter.

"Urgok, come now, I know yer full o' hate, but show some respect, would ye? Especially ta a pretty lil' thing like'er. 'Course...She don't quite have much up here" he grabbed his chest to comment on her 'size' "but she's still cute. I know why she's here". Garrek then pointed at Urgok, "I've done nuttin' but treat everythin'ere wit respect...Den THIS mongrel comes along and stahts butcherin' us! We was livin' just fine 'til 'e show up! You wan' the one makin' a mess o' yer 'ome? Dere he is!"

Urgok barked, "What....do YOU KNOW OF RESPECT, FILTH!? Because of scum like you, our people get weaker! Sloppy! I came here for vengeance, and vengeance alone! The fact that forty-one of MY KIND could not take me down shows your weakness! Why you deserve to die!" He then turned his eyes to the nymph, "Release me this instant, spirit! Or I will free myself and feed you my blade!"

Loud, they were both so loud! She wanted them to shut up, to pay for what they had done to her home, her friends, her family, everyone and everything they had destroyed. Her river, it was beyond hope for now. Centuries would pass before it could be cleansed, Orc blood, she hated it, she hated them.

It seemed to take the two of them a moment before realizing what was going on. The harder one to understand was the one who noticed first, laughing and pointing at her. The gestures, Ah yes those. He made them about her chest, and she made the same gesture he did before looking down at her..breasts. Ugh, he was talking about those? Annoyed, she lifted her hand up, pointing her index finger in the air and made a circular motion. The bubble, it mimicked her motion, spiraling the bubble that held Garrek before stopping as she lowered her arm. “Rude. Loud. Annoying. Terrible. Are there none of you that have any sense anymore?”

Her eyes fixated on the second orc, the one who had tried to break free of the bubble to no end. He was trapped, by a simple trick, and he seemed more outraged than the other one. “You destroyed something of mine.” She extended her right hand, pointing to the river, but the ground and trees at the edge of the forest had been hit with their blood as well, and had began to rot. “You destroyed nature with your tantrum.” She clenched her hands, which in turn caused the bubbles to start filling with water. “Damn you, fucking orcs!” Talik was anger, she was yelling. “You’ve destroyed so much of this fucking place, and my people! When will your idiotic behavior end?”

“Ahhh!” A human girl screamed, causing Talik’s head o snap to the left where she saw her. The girl was much older than Talik herself, in height, in appearance, she had to be 30s. She stood, trembling with her remnants of her dress in the middle of the bodies, face as pale as snow as she stared at Talik. Talik glared at her. “Get! Get! Shoo!” She made the gesture for the human to the run, but she was frozen in fear, snapping her head about madly at the bodies and then pointing a the two orcs floating in mid air. Talik clutched her teeth. It was bothersome enough to have to teach these grown orcs a lesson on what their kind had done, but a stupid human girl gawking? “D-D-DEMON!” The human girl finally stuttered pointing at Talik and falling on her ass. The girl tried to pull herself backwards but every time she touched a piece of dead orc she shrieked. “Rrrright...now I remember why I disliked being around humans.” With her focus broken because of the girl, one of the bubbles popped, before the second did dropping the orcs to the ground. Talik looked forward blinking, Oops?

Garrek and Urgok both stiffened as her power over water forced part of the river's flow into their own prisons, the orbs beginning to fill. "...'ey, 'ey! Whatdaya think yer doin', missy? Ye'll kill us both!" Garrek shouted, trying to scurry up the side of his prison to no avail. Urgok did see fit to state the obvious but no less was trying to get himself free before he would drown. "Damned nymph! I will make you suffer for interfering!" Urgok howled, trying without success to liberate himself.

Though it seemed that neither needed to do anything, for within moments both bubbles disappeared with Urgok landing on his feet and Garrek landing on his hand and knees. Garrek looked up only to see Urgok bullrush him, the point of his sword driving into his midsection and forcing his upper body upright. The girls screamed in fright at the brutality of it, Urgok huffing in rage at his opponent. "No more games" he growled, twisting the blade and making Garrek gurgle in agony. More emerald fluid spilled from the Warmaster's gut, Garrek choking and then screaming as Urgok ripped the blade upward, severing much of his torso before swinging the weapon down and beheading him. Urgok bellowed again in triumph, raising the massive weapon skyward and cleaving Garrek's skull in two.

Then no one screamed anymore, no one dared move save for the muted whimpers and shakes; all that remained was Urgok, the nymph and the gaggle of enslaved women who looked on fearfully. Urgok's breath was heavy, his chest falling and rising deeply as the bloodlust was sated; he then stood straight, the edge of his blade trailing along the ground, the surface painted with a fresh coat of his kin's blood.

He then looked to the nymph, eyes narrowing as a fresh wave of rage washed over him. One of the Elves chained up then shouted, "Please, don't!" Urgok's gaze then shifted to the Elf in question. She was short in stature, but decently proportioned, her long golden locks dirtied and matted from extensive 'use'. "Please...Whoever you are, spare her. She cries for the befoulment of her waters...." she pleaded, to which a human responded, "Spare her? What about us, you stupid Elf!?"

"SHUT IT! ALL OF YOU!" Urgok roared, forcing the crowd into silence once more. Still, the Elf did have something of a point: This water nymph was not his enemy. Besides, she would not put up anything worthy of a fight should he go after her. With that, he lumbered towards the slaves, all of them trying to scurry back but their fear keeping them rooted. "Stand" Urgok commanded, and when no one responded he grabbed one of the girls and shouted, "I SAID STAND!" She whimpered as his rough grip nearly wrenched the hair from her scalp, her legs shaking as she tried to remain upright. Her eyes closed, even as he raised his blade skyward and brought it down, cleaving with ease through the chains that bound her.

She opened one eye, noticing that her bonds were severed and looked at him in confusion. He then motioned with his head to the Orc he threw into the fire, "Search his pockets for a key. Free yourself, then the others. Then leave this camp." he demanded gruffly, to which the Elven girl nodded and scurried off, all too eager to get away from this monster. Once the key was found, she undid her own manacles and went about freeing the others. They were far more Elves than humans in this camp, and any who tried to offer gratitude by healing his wounds were harshly rejected, giving them only the option to return home.

Some did go to the nymph herself to pay their respects, along with promises that they would return and purify these waters once more. And though they themselves were not at fault, they gave her their sorrow for the water poisoning these Orcs had done. As Elves, they often took on the roles of being nature's guardian, working to reverse any damage caused to this world's natural resources. And though all knew they could not restore the precious lives lost, they could at least ensure that new life would be able to flourish here once more.

And when the last had gone, all that remained was Urgok, the nymph and the corpses serving as evidence of the massive battle that took place. Urgok ripped a piece of armor from Garrek's suit and began to wear at his own blade's edge, cleaning it of some of the dried emerald to keep its edge sharp.