A pet to the Warcamp

[Lovely_Storm]

Tirra stumbled along as she was roughle pushed forwared by her escorts. The elf, like much of her fair race, was very beautiful. She had lovely tanded skin, showing that she was an elf of the forest who spent her time out in the woods rather than the pale High elves who spent there times in the cities and towers. Ther elves, as usesaly, were at war with the orcs. They had reached a relative staile mate, the lines across the borders were held rather firm, and nither side had made any head way in years. The only events that happened else where but the war zone were done by rading parties that attacked smaller encampents and basses.

Tirra had been a victem of such a raid. The base was overran, and she was taken prisinor.
She was not a warrior like others of her race, she had been a mage, one who fought from a distance. The Orcs had raded at night and taken her prisioner. A Enchanted Collar was about her neck, sealing away her magic. She couldn’t even begin to imagin why they took her prisinor. It wasn’t for information, people at small encampments like her own wouldn’t know anything important. So why was she being taken back to their camp?

 

[desertpaladin]

The Orcs and wood elves were fighting yes. The elves fought the Orcs on their desert homeland in hopes to expand the forrest with their magic, while the Orcs fought for the forrest, for the resources that the land had laid nearly unused by the elves themselves. Orcs were like elves, both having very spiritual backgrounds where as the elves and Orcs believed in some sort of Spirits. but the Elves believed in spirits of nature... The Orcs believed in ancestral and elemental spirits. Also unlike wood elves Orcs were very savage, the death during battle was considered the highest honor.

The race looked all alike, with very few varriations between them. Each had a larger jaw, a more snoutlike nose, red eyes, dark black hair or pure white hair if they were old, green skin, and very impressively built bodies. They each towered over the smaller elves at 7' at average for their race's height. Their jaws had two tusks pointing from them and the men were often unshaven and their hair was usually very long.

The Orcs that dragged her along seemed to be some of the bigger ones that she would have seen as they brought her into the desert surrounded city of stone and clay. The city was very crude. Adobe buildings with leather roofs and spokes all around for defences... The city they brought her to was rather large, with a very large building in the center... One of the Imfamous Orc Arenas... where prisioners fought beasts to the death for the Orcs amusement... or also known as an orc's training grounds. But they did not take her there, but to another building behind it that seeemd to have importance by the way it seemed more solid than the other buildings. They brought her inside before she was tossed to the floor in front of what seemed like an audience chamber.

before her was a large throne made from bone and beast skins. In it sat the largest, meanest looking orc. The Orc was fully dressed for battle in his Steel armor that was a redish hue with black designs all around it. The orc was heavily scarred and had many ceremonial markings over his body in black ink. His hair was long and tied into warbraids while his jaw was just scruffy and not a large beard like other orcs. His red eyes concentrated on the Elf girl as the two orcs that carried her in began speaking orcish to their warchief.

 

[Lovely_Storm]

The elf's eyes widdened as she saw the war chief befor her. Never in her life had she wished to be a warrior save for this moment. If she were a warrior rather than a mage she would probable have a hidden dagger somewhere about her. Something she could use to free her self and slit the throat of the damn warchief that sat befor her. But just as a swordsman is useless with out his blade, she was equal as useless without her magics. The enchanted collar about her neck made it impossible for her to draw from the arcane wells of energy where her power resided. She was a bow with no arrows, a cannon with no gunpowder. Half a weapon...useless.

She listened to them speak, she didn't know a spec of orcish, so god knows what they were trying to say, she attempted to listen to the tone of their voices to help give away what they were talking about but to her elfen ears, all of the course orc language sounded like angery grunts and shouts to her. She could only wait to see what fate held for her.