II
Discoveries
"What business do night elves have in southern Kalimdor?" asked Gulog angrily.
The Demon hunter turned to his direction and spoke "this is our home as well tauren, we have heard of the ravaging marauders in these parts... we have come to see what is happening to our lands and yours" explained the soft spoken night elf.
"Well it's not that hard to tell elf, we are scattered and broken, the southern clans have lost heavily in these scraps with the horse-men. If we do not act quickly they shall take the barrens and we shall have nothing here" explained Gulog.
"What is your name tauren?" asked the elf.
"I am Gulog, war chieftain of the blood hoof clan and one of many survivors in these harsh barrens" explained Gulog.
"Well Gulog, what you speak of is the truth, these marauders are growing in strength everyday and will take these lands very soon, especially if we do not move quickly" stated the elf.
"What do you speak of?" asked Gulog.
"We picked up the trail of marauders not too far back, they are possibly 6 miles away and are coming in fast" explained Dyre.
"Then we must stand and fight them to the death" screamed Gulog with one mighty bash of his axe against the dusty earth.
"You... may fight, but you will surely die, the horse-men are too great in numbers, they outnumber us 3 to 1" explained the elf "I have but 20 archers, myself and my loyal hunters on saber back, but even our light cavalry will not withstand an assault on this camp. Should they make it through our hunters, we will surely parish" explained Dyre yet again.
"I see... your point is well met elf, perhaps my tauren lust for blood would take over my will from time to time, what do you suggest?" asked Gulog.
One of the elves came out of the wreckage and began to speak, he was very striking and showed to be high in rank "our only hope is to fall back and reclaim this area as a post at dawn, we have reinforcements to the west, we could fortify and assault this camp in the morning. The marauders are most likely expecting an offensive, but will have not the time to repair this camp's fortifications by morning, that is our advantage... their dimwits" stated the elf.
"Hmm, though even if we do reclaim this camp, the horse-men will be alerted to our presence and return in greater numbers" stated Gulog.
"What other choice do we have tauren?" asked Dyre.
Gulog looked at him a grunted "yet again you are right elf, we shall fight or we shall die, either way I would like to combine those 2 alternatives" stated the tauren.
Dyre gave a chuckle and agreed "well, we should start by salvaging all we can find here, well need all the weapons we can find" explained the elf "alright sentinels, spread out and search for any type of weapons you may come across, report to me and we shall leave as soon as possible" explained the elf to his troops.
"I shall start in the central camps, you look over on the armory camps" explained Dyre, apparently, Gulog did not like what he said.
"Now listen elf, you may be in greater number than I but these are still our lands and I shall not take orders from anyone on my own grounds as long as I live, I hope we have each other understood" asked Gulog.
"Of course friend tauren" the elf smirked as he turned and walk away towards his designated location.
Gulog did the same, he walked towards the east side of the camp, passing by searching elves as he did. Gulog ascended into the armory and entered into a world of his own. Surrounded by spears, axes, even totems, Gulog was filled with pride as he gazed upon the items.
He wasted no time in putting on the armor and arming himself with tauren weapons. The night elves could wait, right now, he wanted what he could take. First come first serve, beside, these weapons would not suit a frail elf.
Gulog continued to scan through the different racks and tables of which the items were situated on, when he heard yelling from outside. A scream and the sound of metal upon metal. Gulog stood upward and gazed towards the entrance, if something was happening he had to get out there soon.
Gulog stormed out of arms tent and into... nothing. Gulog had expected a battle been taken place, but the camp was still silent, still burning in most places.
"Gulog" yelled a voice from afar "come, we have something to discuss" explained what Gulog new to be the elf Dyre's voice over the tents.
Gulog strode down the camp side and looked to what he knew was a hellish beast. His blood boiled, his mind ached and raged as he gazed upon the fresh corpse of a centaur marauder. Gulog stared in hatred at the dead beast, he looked at Dyre, expecting an explanation which he received.
Dyre turned to him and spoke "he attacked one of the scouts on the far side of the camp, beast flew himself at the scout and nearly crushed him. 2 archers on the battlements picked him off before our warrior was slain" explained the elf. "What do you think this means friend Gulog?" asked the elf.
Gulog turned his enraged eye towards the blind hunter "most likely a scout sent to either salvage or, scout the camp for survivors. My guess is that after they burn the camps they will take them as their own outposts for future, even though there is no need for bloody centaurs in tauren camps, the tents are two cramped" explained Gulog.
"Well either way, I believe this isn't the best place to stay, those marauders will be expecting his return and once they do not receive it, they will swarm like bees" said Dyre. "Have you found anything so far Gulog?" asked the elf.
"Why yes actually, the armory tent to the east side of the camp holds many, many weapons for use. Though the weapons there are tauren, we will have to find your troops fitting equipment for the journey to your camp" explained Gulog.
"Of course" answered Dyre "let us see what we shall salvage from this tent and continue with our journey for if this marauder was a scout, it's friends are most likely not far behind" explained Dyre.
Gulog nodded his head and they continued on to the tent. The Sabers were secured over by the burnt down barracks, though they were not actually tied up to the structure for they would surely perish. Gulog looked from side to side of the burning pathway. So much destruction and death, Gulog did not know whether to mourn or rage as the toll was so great.
The flames licked at his fur, some singing the hair, others warming his body. It was loud as well, so much flames made quite the ruckus and... hooves. Gulog noticed another sound adding to the destructive symphony, as realized what would occur within the next few moments.
"GET DOWN" roared Gulog as he brushed the elves to the ground with one massive hand, a flurry of spears flew above the elven heads. 1 spear grazed an unsuspecting, unlucky archer, another plunged into Gulog's back as he let out a massive roar.
A medley of marauders flew over the battlements of the tauren camp, landing sternly on the dusty desert ground. Raising their various bardiches, axes, scythes and spears, the centaurs rained hell upon the now preparing elven warriors and... Gulog, who was already at full strength despite the stick in his back. Within seconds Gulog had taken 2 marauders to the ground with his fist and axe.
Taking morale from their Beast-man ally, the elven warriors held their ground with sword in hand and glaive at the ready, the elves thrust their weapons into the bosom of the marauder attack force. A group of elves quickly ran away from the impending battle and mounted their saber steeds, pouncing right back into the heat. Gulog made sure that none of the elven allies were slain, at least the ones within 5 meters of him. Gulog was able to fend off several marauders from wreaking impending doom upon the elves. Within minutes Gulog had a kill count of 6, and many of the marauders cowered at his amazing strength, one would wonder how they maintained to take over the tauren lands.
With his pole arm axe, Gulog thrust his weapon into the chest of a massive marauder khan on his right, seconds before he ran him through. Another centaurs legs were severed from the tauren. All around Gulog, the elves were trying their hardest the fend the marauders off, but many would fail as others would succeed. The hunters however were doing exceptionally well at flanking the force of 30 or so centaurs.
The hunters came quickly on the right of the camp behind the rural tents and severed the freshly assembling archery line before it could cause any damage. Passing by the archers the hunters, with glaive at the ready, flew their weapons at the massive armored marauders that were soon to join the battle.
With great struggle and loss, the elven cavalry severed the heavy cavalier type marauder reinforcements and the centaurs were soon in retreat back to the plains. The elves scowled at them and cursed them in their wake, calling them cowards and leaving a trail of arrows as they fled.
"So soon?" Gulog screamed "one would think that with such an army the centaurs would be more fearless, yet they cower like deer in the bush" explained Gulog.
Returning from a glorious struggle with one of the other massive khans, Dyre strode up to Gulog and explained their plight "We have beaten them... for now, but their will be more, and we cannot hold this position, we must reposition our selves and reclaim this fort in the morn" explained Dyre "there is no other way, and our forces have weakened, a third of our warriors have perished in the struggle" explained Dyre.
"Your are correct once again, elf, as elves often are, I shall journey with you and your group to your camp in the west, and return here in the morning" said Gulog.
"Whoever said it was a camp?" asked Dyre.
Hahaha, oh those sly elves, looks like Gulog isn't alone in this fight. And this fight will keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger...
Discoveries
"What business do night elves have in southern Kalimdor?" asked Gulog angrily.
The Demon hunter turned to his direction and spoke "this is our home as well tauren, we have heard of the ravaging marauders in these parts... we have come to see what is happening to our lands and yours" explained the soft spoken night elf.
"Well it's not that hard to tell elf, we are scattered and broken, the southern clans have lost heavily in these scraps with the horse-men. If we do not act quickly they shall take the barrens and we shall have nothing here" explained Gulog.
"What is your name tauren?" asked the elf.
"I am Gulog, war chieftain of the blood hoof clan and one of many survivors in these harsh barrens" explained Gulog.
"Well Gulog, what you speak of is the truth, these marauders are growing in strength everyday and will take these lands very soon, especially if we do not move quickly" stated the elf.
"What do you speak of?" asked Gulog.
"We picked up the trail of marauders not too far back, they are possibly 6 miles away and are coming in fast" explained Dyre.
"Then we must stand and fight them to the death" screamed Gulog with one mighty bash of his axe against the dusty earth.
"You... may fight, but you will surely die, the horse-men are too great in numbers, they outnumber us 3 to 1" explained the elf "I have but 20 archers, myself and my loyal hunters on saber back, but even our light cavalry will not withstand an assault on this camp. Should they make it through our hunters, we will surely parish" explained Dyre yet again.
"I see... your point is well met elf, perhaps my tauren lust for blood would take over my will from time to time, what do you suggest?" asked Gulog.
One of the elves came out of the wreckage and began to speak, he was very striking and showed to be high in rank "our only hope is to fall back and reclaim this area as a post at dawn, we have reinforcements to the west, we could fortify and assault this camp in the morning. The marauders are most likely expecting an offensive, but will have not the time to repair this camp's fortifications by morning, that is our advantage... their dimwits" stated the elf.
"Hmm, though even if we do reclaim this camp, the horse-men will be alerted to our presence and return in greater numbers" stated Gulog.
"What other choice do we have tauren?" asked Dyre.
Gulog looked at him a grunted "yet again you are right elf, we shall fight or we shall die, either way I would like to combine those 2 alternatives" stated the tauren.
Dyre gave a chuckle and agreed "well, we should start by salvaging all we can find here, well need all the weapons we can find" explained the elf "alright sentinels, spread out and search for any type of weapons you may come across, report to me and we shall leave as soon as possible" explained the elf to his troops.
"I shall start in the central camps, you look over on the armory camps" explained Dyre, apparently, Gulog did not like what he said.
"Now listen elf, you may be in greater number than I but these are still our lands and I shall not take orders from anyone on my own grounds as long as I live, I hope we have each other understood" asked Gulog.
"Of course friend tauren" the elf smirked as he turned and walk away towards his designated location.
Gulog did the same, he walked towards the east side of the camp, passing by searching elves as he did. Gulog ascended into the armory and entered into a world of his own. Surrounded by spears, axes, even totems, Gulog was filled with pride as he gazed upon the items.
He wasted no time in putting on the armor and arming himself with tauren weapons. The night elves could wait, right now, he wanted what he could take. First come first serve, beside, these weapons would not suit a frail elf.
Gulog continued to scan through the different racks and tables of which the items were situated on, when he heard yelling from outside. A scream and the sound of metal upon metal. Gulog stood upward and gazed towards the entrance, if something was happening he had to get out there soon.
Gulog stormed out of arms tent and into... nothing. Gulog had expected a battle been taken place, but the camp was still silent, still burning in most places.
"Gulog" yelled a voice from afar "come, we have something to discuss" explained what Gulog new to be the elf Dyre's voice over the tents.
Gulog strode down the camp side and looked to what he knew was a hellish beast. His blood boiled, his mind ached and raged as he gazed upon the fresh corpse of a centaur marauder. Gulog stared in hatred at the dead beast, he looked at Dyre, expecting an explanation which he received.
Dyre turned to him and spoke "he attacked one of the scouts on the far side of the camp, beast flew himself at the scout and nearly crushed him. 2 archers on the battlements picked him off before our warrior was slain" explained the elf. "What do you think this means friend Gulog?" asked the elf.
Gulog turned his enraged eye towards the blind hunter "most likely a scout sent to either salvage or, scout the camp for survivors. My guess is that after they burn the camps they will take them as their own outposts for future, even though there is no need for bloody centaurs in tauren camps, the tents are two cramped" explained Gulog.
"Well either way, I believe this isn't the best place to stay, those marauders will be expecting his return and once they do not receive it, they will swarm like bees" said Dyre. "Have you found anything so far Gulog?" asked the elf.
"Why yes actually, the armory tent to the east side of the camp holds many, many weapons for use. Though the weapons there are tauren, we will have to find your troops fitting equipment for the journey to your camp" explained Gulog.
"Of course" answered Dyre "let us see what we shall salvage from this tent and continue with our journey for if this marauder was a scout, it's friends are most likely not far behind" explained Dyre.
Gulog nodded his head and they continued on to the tent. The Sabers were secured over by the burnt down barracks, though they were not actually tied up to the structure for they would surely perish. Gulog looked from side to side of the burning pathway. So much destruction and death, Gulog did not know whether to mourn or rage as the toll was so great.
The flames licked at his fur, some singing the hair, others warming his body. It was loud as well, so much flames made quite the ruckus and... hooves. Gulog noticed another sound adding to the destructive symphony, as realized what would occur within the next few moments.
"GET DOWN" roared Gulog as he brushed the elves to the ground with one massive hand, a flurry of spears flew above the elven heads. 1 spear grazed an unsuspecting, unlucky archer, another plunged into Gulog's back as he let out a massive roar.
A medley of marauders flew over the battlements of the tauren camp, landing sternly on the dusty desert ground. Raising their various bardiches, axes, scythes and spears, the centaurs rained hell upon the now preparing elven warriors and... Gulog, who was already at full strength despite the stick in his back. Within seconds Gulog had taken 2 marauders to the ground with his fist and axe.
Taking morale from their Beast-man ally, the elven warriors held their ground with sword in hand and glaive at the ready, the elves thrust their weapons into the bosom of the marauder attack force. A group of elves quickly ran away from the impending battle and mounted their saber steeds, pouncing right back into the heat. Gulog made sure that none of the elven allies were slain, at least the ones within 5 meters of him. Gulog was able to fend off several marauders from wreaking impending doom upon the elves. Within minutes Gulog had a kill count of 6, and many of the marauders cowered at his amazing strength, one would wonder how they maintained to take over the tauren lands.
With his pole arm axe, Gulog thrust his weapon into the chest of a massive marauder khan on his right, seconds before he ran him through. Another centaurs legs were severed from the tauren. All around Gulog, the elves were trying their hardest the fend the marauders off, but many would fail as others would succeed. The hunters however were doing exceptionally well at flanking the force of 30 or so centaurs.
The hunters came quickly on the right of the camp behind the rural tents and severed the freshly assembling archery line before it could cause any damage. Passing by the archers the hunters, with glaive at the ready, flew their weapons at the massive armored marauders that were soon to join the battle.
With great struggle and loss, the elven cavalry severed the heavy cavalier type marauder reinforcements and the centaurs were soon in retreat back to the plains. The elves scowled at them and cursed them in their wake, calling them cowards and leaving a trail of arrows as they fled.
"So soon?" Gulog screamed "one would think that with such an army the centaurs would be more fearless, yet they cower like deer in the bush" explained Gulog.
Returning from a glorious struggle with one of the other massive khans, Dyre strode up to Gulog and explained their plight "We have beaten them... for now, but their will be more, and we cannot hold this position, we must reposition our selves and reclaim this fort in the morn" explained Dyre "there is no other way, and our forces have weakened, a third of our warriors have perished in the struggle" explained Dyre.
"Your are correct once again, elf, as elves often are, I shall journey with you and your group to your camp in the west, and return here in the morning" said Gulog.
"Whoever said it was a camp?" asked Dyre.
Hahaha, oh those sly elves, looks like Gulog isn't alone in this fight. And this fight will keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger...