Chapter 2
"Are we there yet?"
"No, and if you ask again, Grakhan, I'm lodging my foot in your arse!" growled at his younger brother who had taken this opportunity to annoy his step sibling
'We're not even a day away from the base and he's already driving me nuts' thought a rather disgruntled Coreth. He spared a glance at the six other orcs in his unit and realized that they were barely hiding their laughter.
"Alright, you bastards can start laughing at me now."
" Oh yeah, and have you kick the living crap out of us, yeah sure. No thanks, I'll just settle grin, thank you very much," said one of the other orcs, Cron, said with a grin on his tusked face.
Coreth had four axe men and two raiders with their massive war blades on the back of their dire wolves. He had hoped for some troll headhunters just in case they ran into harpies, but Sanjuro said they should be fine. He said they would be meeting the Night Elves before they would run into harpy territory. Coreth hoped so, fighting harpies without ranged fighters sucked… It sucked lot...
"Do you think we should get ready to set up a camp soon. It's getting kind of dark."
"We'll go another hundred paces, I don't wanna be out in the open, I'm still kind of worried about harpies." said Coreth as he glanced at the sky.
"Quit being a wuss they aren't within two-days walk from here." said another orc.
"And two-day's walk means what to something with wings?"
"Oh, well, um, damn…"
" Lets make camp in that batch of trees over there. They should give us decent cover. I think."
The group of soldiers walked over to the trees and broke out their tents. "What are we gonna do for food seeing as we don't wanna draw attention with a fire."
"Dried meat… lots of dried meat."
"Oh yay, my favorite." muttered as he set up his tent.
"Oh well better than getting eaten be a damn harpy." grunted Coreth as he untied the cloth around the parcel of food in his pack.
"Think there'll be fighting tomorrow?" asked Grakhan.
"Dunno, depends on whether or not we make good time. At least the weather should be good."
"Yeah."
"Either way I think we should get some rest. Just in case." said Coreth
"Do you think the Night Elves will work with you considering your, uh lineage?" asked Cron as he sharpened his axe.
"I sure hope so. Anyway I'm going to bed. G'night." said Coreth as he entered his tent.
"Man, he looks serious--not the joker he usually is. I wonder why?" muttered a wolf rider.
"He'll tell why when we need to know."
"Yeah guess so, anyway no point in worrying about it."
'What do I keep sensing a lot further on up ahead. I can't tell what it is. The auras feel something like mine, but different. If these things are what I think they are we might be in trouble.' thought Coreth as he walked at the head of the small column of orcish fighters making their way through the bright forest. They were a few hours out from camp and were expecting to find the Night Elves any minute now.
"Die, demon scum!"
A blindfolded Night Elf leapt out of the tree at Coreth with one of his two-bladed swords swinging in an arc towards Coreth's neck. Coreth blocked with his weapon and blew back the crazed Night Elf with a wave of youki.
"What the hell do you think you're doing you crazy bastard? We're on the same team you dolt!" screamed Coreth at the offending Night Elf
"You're no orc, foul demon!"
"Ugh, my name is Coreth and I'm the adopted son of the Blademaster Sanjuro. And I'm a youkai not a member of the Burning Legion. Moron."
" And what, pray tell, is a youkai?"
"Not one of the Burning Legion. And where," said Coreth as he returned his sword to his sash, "The hell are the rest of the Night Elves?"
"I'm all High Command thought you would need."
"Hmm, that's funny cause your skills are a little shabby." Grakhan said with a grin.
"How dare you, you uncouth brute!"
"Stuck up fairy!"
"Okay, if we're done hurling childish insults can I get your name Mr. Demon Hunter?"
"My name is Shadowrath and I'm a junior Demon Hunter."
"Nice to meet'cha. I'm Coreth and this is my second-in-command and son of Sanjuro, Grakhan."
"Aye." muttered the aforementioned orc.
"And now that that B.S. is over with let's get going." said Coreth, forcing a fake smile.
They kept walking in relative silence for about two hours, not bothering to stop for lunch. The forest
began to show signs of various fights. A snapped branch here, a group of messy footprints there, things like that. They entered a clearing and stopped to look around
"They're coming this way. And fast." said Shadowrath.
"Who is?"
"The humans." Coreth replied quickly, drawing his sword. The enemy surrounded them
There were about twenty of them. They were roughly human in stature and they carried thin longswords with small hand guards. They wore white wolfskins and most had scars on various parts of their bodies.
"What are you?" asked a wide-eyed Coreth as he and his comrades drew their weapons.
"As if it should matter to you, HALF-BREED," the leader said, spitting out the last words with a hateful grin, "But for your information we are youkai in service to the Legion."
Then all hell broke loose.
Author's note's: I have to thank my beta reader for help with dialogue on this chapter. And in case you didn't know the youkai were carrying katanas. Please review.
"Are we there yet?"
"No, and if you ask again, Grakhan, I'm lodging my foot in your arse!" growled at his younger brother who had taken this opportunity to annoy his step sibling
'We're not even a day away from the base and he's already driving me nuts' thought a rather disgruntled Coreth. He spared a glance at the six other orcs in his unit and realized that they were barely hiding their laughter.
"Alright, you bastards can start laughing at me now."
" Oh yeah, and have you kick the living crap out of us, yeah sure. No thanks, I'll just settle grin, thank you very much," said one of the other orcs, Cron, said with a grin on his tusked face.
Coreth had four axe men and two raiders with their massive war blades on the back of their dire wolves. He had hoped for some troll headhunters just in case they ran into harpies, but Sanjuro said they should be fine. He said they would be meeting the Night Elves before they would run into harpy territory. Coreth hoped so, fighting harpies without ranged fighters sucked… It sucked lot...
"Do you think we should get ready to set up a camp soon. It's getting kind of dark."
"We'll go another hundred paces, I don't wanna be out in the open, I'm still kind of worried about harpies." said Coreth as he glanced at the sky.
"Quit being a wuss they aren't within two-days walk from here." said another orc.
"And two-day's walk means what to something with wings?"
"Oh, well, um, damn…"
" Lets make camp in that batch of trees over there. They should give us decent cover. I think."
The group of soldiers walked over to the trees and broke out their tents. "What are we gonna do for food seeing as we don't wanna draw attention with a fire."
"Dried meat… lots of dried meat."
"Oh yay, my favorite." muttered as he set up his tent.
"Oh well better than getting eaten be a damn harpy." grunted Coreth as he untied the cloth around the parcel of food in his pack.
"Think there'll be fighting tomorrow?" asked Grakhan.
"Dunno, depends on whether or not we make good time. At least the weather should be good."
"Yeah."
"Either way I think we should get some rest. Just in case." said Coreth
"Do you think the Night Elves will work with you considering your, uh lineage?" asked Cron as he sharpened his axe.
"I sure hope so. Anyway I'm going to bed. G'night." said Coreth as he entered his tent.
"Man, he looks serious--not the joker he usually is. I wonder why?" muttered a wolf rider.
"He'll tell why when we need to know."
"Yeah guess so, anyway no point in worrying about it."
'What do I keep sensing a lot further on up ahead. I can't tell what it is. The auras feel something like mine, but different. If these things are what I think they are we might be in trouble.' thought Coreth as he walked at the head of the small column of orcish fighters making their way through the bright forest. They were a few hours out from camp and were expecting to find the Night Elves any minute now.
"Die, demon scum!"
A blindfolded Night Elf leapt out of the tree at Coreth with one of his two-bladed swords swinging in an arc towards Coreth's neck. Coreth blocked with his weapon and blew back the crazed Night Elf with a wave of youki.
"What the hell do you think you're doing you crazy bastard? We're on the same team you dolt!" screamed Coreth at the offending Night Elf
"You're no orc, foul demon!"
"Ugh, my name is Coreth and I'm the adopted son of the Blademaster Sanjuro. And I'm a youkai not a member of the Burning Legion. Moron."
" And what, pray tell, is a youkai?"
"Not one of the Burning Legion. And where," said Coreth as he returned his sword to his sash, "The hell are the rest of the Night Elves?"
"I'm all High Command thought you would need."
"Hmm, that's funny cause your skills are a little shabby." Grakhan said with a grin.
"How dare you, you uncouth brute!"
"Stuck up fairy!"
"Okay, if we're done hurling childish insults can I get your name Mr. Demon Hunter?"
"My name is Shadowrath and I'm a junior Demon Hunter."
"Nice to meet'cha. I'm Coreth and this is my second-in-command and son of Sanjuro, Grakhan."
"Aye." muttered the aforementioned orc.
"And now that that B.S. is over with let's get going." said Coreth, forcing a fake smile.
They kept walking in relative silence for about two hours, not bothering to stop for lunch. The forest
began to show signs of various fights. A snapped branch here, a group of messy footprints there, things like that. They entered a clearing and stopped to look around
"They're coming this way. And fast." said Shadowrath.
"Who is?"
"The humans." Coreth replied quickly, drawing his sword. The enemy surrounded them
There were about twenty of them. They were roughly human in stature and they carried thin longswords with small hand guards. They wore white wolfskins and most had scars on various parts of their bodies.
"What are you?" asked a wide-eyed Coreth as he and his comrades drew their weapons.
"As if it should matter to you, HALF-BREED," the leader said, spitting out the last words with a hateful grin, "But for your information we are youkai in service to the Legion."
Then all hell broke loose.
Author's note's: I have to thank my beta reader for help with dialogue on this chapter. And in case you didn't know the youkai were carrying katanas. Please review.