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Groups of nine marched across the death plains of orc and human conflict. These forests and plains and mountains and rivers of no-mans- land filled the larger portion of orc-known territory in this new country. (Author's note: This is an alternate history. The orc clans forced the human alliance to retreat across oceans many times. This country has nothing to do with any other storyline) Now, finally, the orcish hordes would have a fortress in this Wesqi (pronounced wes-ki) land. The dwarven mountain. And a great gold and iron mine. Our 'hero' Tael Doombolt was to take this mountain.

As his army, stretching miles on end, began to come within vision range of the mountain, Tael Doombolt wondered how the dwarves were going to defend it. They had no elven archers, and, against this, coming out was suicide. An easy victory. But is that what he should tell the Tyrant?? 'They had thousands of elven archers, and their griffin riders dodged our hurled axes!' Maybe. Tael would have to think it over.

Slowly, slowly, the gargantuan army neared the mountain. Even by the time they were standing on the foot of the mountain, no sign had appeared that it was even inhabited. No windows. No doors. No shining lights. No waiting army. Maybe they had retreated out the back entrance?? But no, horribly aimed arrows began raining down on them. They had elven bows, just no elves.

Tael screamed 'Search for an entrance!! Any entrance!!' 'GrrRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHGGGG!!' The orc's war scream rang out against the mountain, and they couldn't tell if the dwaves had returned it, or if it was an echo. Regardless, hundreds of orcs, trolls, ogres, and catapults charged up the mountain, looking for an entrance.

When they had scaled far up, explosions began ringing out, all over the mountain. Tael began charging up the mountain himself, trying to discover the source of the army slaughtering explosions. Soon, he discovered hidden slots where arrows and barrols of gunpowder were flying down the mountain. He fended off barrols that still had a lot of fuse with his axes, bursting them open and covering the mountain in gunpowder, and dodging the short fuse ones, sometimes jumping out of explosions, as he slowly worked his way up the mountain. As he worked his way up, he called out to his troops 'FEND THEM OFF OR DODGE THEM!!! DO NOT RETREAT!!'

As he reached another hidden slot, inspiration came. He looked in. There, peeking timidly out, was a succulent looking dwarf. Suddenly, it's eyes went wide, and it fled in fear. Tael Doombolt stood, cocked his arm back with his axe in hand, and swung with all his might. The window cracked enough to allow three orcs through at a time, with room. He was beginning to yell to rally his troops for the invasion, When something with similarities to a huge chunk of iron flew out. It landed on two feet. Tael made a quick inspection of it. Made and covered in thick plates of iron, and moving as only magically enchanted iron could, it was at least three times the size of Tael, who was large for an orc, that were a bit bigger than humans. It was built like a cross between elves and humans. In it's hands were single sided swords with blades as tall as the golem, and, from blade to back, as long as Tael's heel to knee. In a single swipe, it easily cut in half four grunts, a catapult, and three trolls. Bad news.

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