A/N. This contains brief acts which should never be done in real life. I will leave it to you, the readers, to find out if you so choose.
A/A/N. This is a sort of sequel to both Orc Empire I and Sins of the Father III as it happens roughly as those two stories are ending.
Raid at Fort Azagabund
In a fiery Land, the small garrison of a fort had been on patrol and on look out duties. Their task was to observe the land and make sure evil never returned to this land.
"Captain, we've encountered several orc patrols but nothing too challenging for us." Said the squad leader.
"Good. Take a break and rest up, the Orcs have been getting very restless lately. We'll need you back in action soon."
The fort's captain looked at all the people within it. All the soldiers and their families stationed within it. There were rumours that their government was receiving new types of weapons that unleashed explosions or could blast through armour. However the rangers here in this accursed land were apparently last on the list to receive them.
There were children playing in the straw covered walkways below and people growing fruits and vegetables in their small homes. The fort's captain was smiling at the scene before him. His smile would turn to horror very quickly.
An arrow flew past him and struck the neck of one of the soldiers going through it and killing him instantly. His body flew off the wall he was on and crashed into a pile of wooden boxes below. Horrified screams quickly followed and two more rangers were killed.
The fort's garrison hurriedly armed themselves and attempted to get into positions. They very barely just managed to get into position when Orcs began swarming over the walls. Many Orcs were cut down but the Orcs were relentless and many rangers were killed, being stabbed multiple times.
"Regroup at the south west corner!" The fort's captain ordered and the rangers began pulling back covering the withdrawal of the civilians in the process but lost several more rangers.
The Garrison had started the battle with about 80 Rangers and another 50 soldiers from the main army but now numbered about 35 rangers and 40 soldiers and the Commander himself.
Once they had pulled back into the southwest corner of the fort, they closed the doors and began bracing them for the attack to come. The southwest corner of the fort contained many of the weapon forges within the fort and also had a few escape tunnels which the civilians could escape through. The Orcs, however, knew this and had prepared well for this attack and their commander waited with other Orcs awaiting them.
The Orc Commander was not an Orc but resembled a man. None of the Orcs were sure of his origins. Some said he was a man corrupted by the Dark Lord before the Land of Mordor was established and others said he was a vessel for the Dark Lord himself. Whatever his origins, he was greatly feared by the Orcs and was known as the Black Hand.
The fort's defenders began evacuating the Civilians. The Captain sent 5 rangers and 10 soldiers to escort them.
As the last civilians left, the Orcs began breaking down the doors and while they sustained many losses to the arrows the defenders, they knew they were many in number and the pinkskin defenders would eventually run out of arrows, so they continued hacking away.
Eventually the arrows were all used up and the Orcs broke through. Ferocious fighting then occurred, the defenders killing what seemed to be over 100 Orcs and wounded many more but one by one, the defenders fell to the blades of the Orcs. The Captain himself had killed over 2 dozen Orcs by himself but saw his cause as lost. He eventually prepared to leave the fort with the squad leader he had talked to earlier but as they prepared to leave, he saw black smoke emerge from the escape tunnel, seeping through its wooden doors. The escape tunnel doors disintegrated before his eyes and a dark cloaked, tall man with pale, almost translucent, skin emerged.
The captain charged the Black Hand while the Orcs cheered and whooped at the display. The Black Hand effortlessly blocked or sidestepped the attacks made by the captain. The captain swung and slashed wildly, killing Orcs who got in his blade's way but missing the dark figure himself.
Meanwhile the squad leader began trying to make his way to his comrades but was surrounded by Orcs. He slashed away at Orcs and blocked many attacks but got cut many times and was beginning to bleed quite heavily. He fell to the floor but still killed several orcs, even as he saw his comrades fall to the Orcs blades. He finally met his end at the hands of a massive orc with a great axe. His head was picked up by the orcs and his carcass taken outside.
"NO!" The Captain shouted as he saw his men killed brutally.
The fort captain was stunned when he saw the deaths of his men. While he was distracted, the Black Hand used his power to throw him into a wall. The captain fell like a ragdoll onto the floor and struggled to get up. He received a cut to his cheek and his hand got stabbed by a knife. A pair of Orcs then punched him in the face several times and the captain began coughing up blood before passing out.
The Black Hand looked down at the fort captain and saw a potential sacrifice for the ritual that was to be performed.
"Take him to The Black Gate where our forces wait to attack, he is not to be harmed any more then necessary and may not be killed. And Inform Skak of our progress. Leave the women and children alone while I consult my master." The Black Hand ordered.
The fort captain was examined very quickly by him and mentally probed for all useful information he may have had. The Black Hand found out the captain's name was Athelon and came from quite a well off family and had several brothers and sisters. The Black Hand removed himself from Captain Athelon's mind and raised his head up to the sky.
The Black Hand closed his eyes and when he opened them, he was greeted by a number of figures or spirits. He was no longer in the fort but in an ethereal looking space where everything was grey and white.
"What news do you bring?" asked the whirling mass of green flame, occasionally forming into an eye.
"The ritual can soon go ahead. I have got the first of the sacrifices that we require."
"Very good." The swirling mass of green flame said in a soothing yet metallic tone of voice. The swirling mass of flame then turned its attention to another figure present who looked like a man made of smoke and shadow, "How are your preparations, phantom?"
"They go well, they suspect nothing. The WSF will be unable to interfere and the allies are still at war with them and us so their attention will be fully focused on defending themselves."
"Excellent. I may have been forced from two safe places recently but I shall return, my body rebuilt and all enemies will kneel before us."
Other figures in the ethereal plane of existence murmured their agreement and the flaming mass spoke once more to the Black Hand, "So Fort Azagabund is back under our control?"
"Yes. They have made a few additions to the fort in the time since our great empire held it last." The Black Hand replied.
"The campaign begins soon, my servant. Our new weapons will restore Orc superiority across the world. Mordor has had over 3000 years to build our strength and I have had over 7000 years to build my power. Outer Heaven has been ready but hides it well."
The Black Hand and the other spirit like figures looked on as the mass of green flame passed over each of them. Then the mass of flame spoke once more.
"My servants have been summoned, they will be ready. Gromgor and his Black Zero Command, Kaine and his Orcstar Alignment and the others will rejoin Outer Heaven. The Traitorous warlords will be hunted down and the world of man and chaos will soon fall." He ranted and raved, like someone who had many years of speaking to just himself, repeating his points over and over again.
"The women and children you captured Black Hand, take them to Charlie and the wraiths. The boys will become our soldiers and the women and girls will become breeding stock, to be used to birth new generations of Orcs, Goblins and many other potential horrors of my design. After you have begun the ritual, move on the outcasts still within Mordor's borders. Kill them, imprison them, use them; however you choose to take them out, make sure you remember my orders on female humans." The mass of Green flame ordered.
"I will not fail. You will have a new body soon and the world will tremble." The Black Hand declared confidently.
The Black Hand closed his eyes and then opened them again and found himself back in Fort Azagabund. The Orcs had begun assembling a small improvised caravan from whatever was available and placed Captain Athelon on it. He had not woken up once.
"What do we do with the corpses?" An Orc asked nervously, his body trembling.
"Take them to Fort Jekkerzurg. The Wizard King of Almarg and The High Lord of KanonHaven will commence experimentation on them." The Black Hand waved his hand at the corpses, "They will not rot during their transportation."
"And what of the women and children?" asked another Orc.
The Black Hand turned to look at the women and children gathered in the fort.
"The boys are to become soldiers and the women and girls will be taken to Lord Charlie and the wraiths. They will supervise their breeding and make sure new generations of orcs come forth. I however will allow a celebration breeding, to honour the dead orcs who sacrificed themselves for the glory of our master." The Black Hand replied.
The Orcs, upon hearing The Black Hand's order to celebrate, rapidly descended on the women and girls while the boys were taken to one side and observe the horror being inflicted on their mothers, sisters and friends.
"Enjoy the sight, human boyz, once you become followers of our master, you will be taking part in this thing as well." An Orc Captain toothily grinned at the boys trying to cower away from the sight but who were forced to look at it.
One mother tried to shield her daughter from the hungry advances of the Orcs but to no avail. She was stripped and penetrated in multiple orifices by the orcs. As this happened, she was made to look at her young daughter who also had her orifices being roughly assaulted by the Orcs. They were all crying, screaming, begging to be put out of their misery and the Orcs ignored them. And the blood of the dead covering the fort was painted over them and the walls.
The Black Hand looked at the sight and thought, 'Might as well get the process started early.' The resurrection ritual needed several more unwilling participants and his fellow Black Captains were raiding other forts and settlements around Mordor. And the orcs always needed new recruits to fuel the engines of war.
The return of the Dark Lord started here. Mordor and Outer Heaven were the Dark Lord's children and their peoples were becoming very excitable.
A war was about to be restarted.
Just as The Dark Lord hoped would happen.
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Unknown voice 1- "Some of the governments from the old world are providing us with new weapons."
Unknown Voice 2- "What could be better than swords, shields and a good amount of armour?"
Unknown Voice 1-"Apparently what they'll give us will render them obsolete."
Unknown Voice 2 – "Go on then, what do they call these weapons?"
Unknown Voice 1- "Rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, howitzers, guns, tanks, flamethrowers, destroyers, dreadnoughts. That's some of the things they said anyway."
Unknown Voice 2 – "Hmmm. Sounds like a lot of make believe if you ask me."
Unknown Voice 1 - "We'll be getting the first deliveries in a matter of weeks along with instructors. You know what...you don't believe me all you want but you'll eat your words when you see them."
Unknown Voice 2 – "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Unknown Voice 1 – "There are rumours that KanonHaven already has this kind of thing available to them. It could be possible that Mordor has access to that kind of weaponry as well."
Unknown Voice 2 –"They're just that...rumours. Come on; let's go to training before we get into trouble."