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Chapter I
Capture
The orange and blue flames engulfing the small village sent their billowing smoke into the air, tainting what once was a beautiful sunrise. The screams of villagers and the war cries of the marauding orcs blended together with the clamor of armor and the sounds of blades going through human flesh to create a hellish symphony that reverberated throughout the once peaceful valley.
At the start of the battle many attempted to flee from the doomed village only to be cut down by the flanking force. And those who stayed to fight were quickly annihilated by the professional orc army.
The battle only lasted five minutes. The dark-green orc commander surveyed the results of his army's carnage with an evil smirk on his face. He turned to his lieutenant who was also surveying the former battlefield.
"Lieutenant Thren, report on the battle."
A slight grin crossed the porcine face of Thren as he remembered the bloody carnage of the morning. The younger orc looked over the still burning village.
"Commander Throk, the battle was a major success, but I am sorry to say that the village was devoid of anything of value. Only a small amount of gold was able to found."
The commander's smirk changed to a scowl upon hearing the news. Throk began to reach for his sword as a look of panic crossed the usually calm face of Thren.
"Do you know how easily a lieutenant can be replaced in this army, Thren?" said the commander as he unsheathed his sword and walked over to frightened lieutenant.
"Commander Throk, there are a few survivors that we were able to capture that will make adequate slaves, and females that can be used for other purposes…"
Throk looked appalled at the last suggestion, but quickly broke into a light chuckle.
"Well Thren, I never knew that you were that sick. Attracted to Elven women like that, but the first suggestion about the slaves is enough to save your life for now. Troops, round up the survivors and make sure they can't escape!"
A scream of rage pierced the now silent village as a forty-year old boy raced towards the two commanders with rage in his eyes and heart. Thren saw the threat and calmly reached for a nearby pole and slammed it into the stomach of the boy, who collapsed to the ground.
Commander Throk looked up at Thren with an amused smile on his face.
"Missed one, Lieutenant?" Put him in the back of the caravan, tie him to a pole. We move out soon!"