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Everyone in the suit woke up suddenly. The horn blasts continued to sound. Everyone slowly opened their doors and came out into the open seating area. "Whots tha' sound?" asked a half asleep Borin. Right then Nazdhar walked in the front door.

"We're under attack!" He said. "Thrall thinks they're under command from Brandistock. Six days ago they attacked Fleshgale."

"Fleshgale!?" Tor exclaimed. "My family lives there! Did they destroy the whole village?"

"No. Only the southern borders. But it is undergoing an attack right now, as well as the eastern side of Ogremar. Everyone, dress for war, now!" Commanded Nazdhar.

Everyone hurried off to their rooms and got their weapons and put on their armor. The first one to come out was Tor. "I must get to Fleshgale and defend my home!" He roared.

"No Tor. We need you here at the eastern gate." Said Nazdhar, but he was too late. Tor was already out the door.

Tor ran down the streets of Ogremar. His thundering hoofs shook the ground with each step. He stomped down to the southern gate which would lead him to Fleshgale. Headhunters, berserkers, witchdoctors and shamans lined the walls. The gate was closed. "Why are the gates closed?" Tor asked the guards.

"What, are you stupid? The centaurs are at our borders ready to attack us!"

"What happened to Fleshgale?"

"Fleshgale," he said in a solemn voice, "has fallen." Tor looked at him with tears in his eyes then he looked down to the ground. He roared long and loud. He stormed up the steps to the top of the gate, and stood beside a loaded catapult. He looked out upon a battle field. Grunts, raiders, kodos and tauren lined before the walls. A head of them, an army of bloodlust centaurs glared at them, thirsty for battle. They had the first move. Then a horn blew from the marauders. Then several others and they all ran with great haste toward the Horde. Watch towers on the walls fired away at them. Headhunters, shamans and witchdoctors hurled their missiles at them. The catapults splashed fire on groups of them at a time. They managed to kill off the first two rows. The ranged attackers fired again, this time taking out the next three rows, but the centaurs got closer. Then a third launch was fired, but didn't do as much damage. The centaurs reached the melee and the battle started.

Grunts and raiders got right in the action. Many died heroically, but more centaurs died than orcs. The tauren pulverized many at a time. The kodo riders hurled the axes as their kodos devoured delicious horse meat. Blademaster generals got in the action creating their mirror images and launching their fury with Bladestorm. Behind Tor, came spirit walkers up to the top of the wall. Wyvern riders flew above his head and went over to the battle field, taking out many other centaurs. A farseer beside him cast a chain lighting at the centaur Khan, then he summoned two spirit wolves down bellow him.

"I've got to get in their!" Said Tor to himself. He got off the wall and commanded the guards to open the gates. They refused to open them so with one swipe of his axe, the gate came tumbling down to his feet. He ran out into the very heart of the battle, taking out several centaurs in his fury. They screeched loudly as they fell to the ground. He hacked away and swung his axe in all directions sending out a powerful shockwave that knocked out many enemies, as well as some Horde members. Some centaur melees surrounded him, but he stomped on the ground, stunning the enemy centaurs. They came out of their stunned state. More centaurs surrounded. He kept swinging his axe around him, but more just kept on coming. They hacked away at him. Tor bled everywhere. The ground was already drenched with his blood. The centaurs still continued to take him out. Centaur archers fired their heavy arrows. Many stuck in his thick skin. He couldn't hold them off any longer. His vision became blurry. His breathing seized and he fell to the ground. He closed his eyes and passed out of anyone's reach.

Tor, Tauren Chieftain, lay dead on the ground, in the center of a bloody battle. Centaurs stomp over him and continued their bloody slaughter.

Meanwhile . . . at the eastern gate . . .

"Man your positions!" Yelled Thrall over all the chatter and worry of orcish warriors. Thrall stood in a small tower perched upon the eastern wall. Titania stood beside him, and beside her, Taeowyn. The two sorceress' were readied their spells. Taeowyn was going to cast her mighty blizzard, (ice and cold were her specialty), and Titania, an army of her brutal water elementals. Thrall conjured up a lighting ball in his stormhammer.

Bellow them, standing on the wall with the other ranged units, stood Sylan and Shandris. They had forgotten their feuds for the moment and were concentrating on their bows. They both notched an arrow and made it burst into flames. Beside them, Bazzil stood on a stool, looking out over the wall. He had his rifle in his hand and his mortar right beside him. "Alrigh', lets get ter fighten'." He said to the two elves.

Down bellow, the melee stood ready. Among them was Nazdhar, Shehn, Jonas and Borin. Shehn placed some serpent wards in various places. Jonas gathered light within his war hammer. Nazdhar took a few practice swipes with his blade, (he's a blademaster by the way). Borin got all jittery because he hadn't really been in a real battle before, well nothing like this.

On the horizon, the first line of centaurs could be seen. They approached Ogremar and went into position. The Horde straightened themselves up when they saw their enemies. Once again, they had the first move. They sounded their horns and took off towards the walls. The sky grew gray then it glowed like blue flame. Then thousands of piercing ice shards shot to the ground, killing many centaurs. Then right in front of them, about fifty hulking water elementals shot out from the puddles of melted ice. They managed to kill off about the first five rows. Then the next wave came upon them. Now the ranged units launched their fury, Sylan and Shandris let loose their searing arrows. Bazzil shot off a few mortars and then picked up his rifle. More and more centaurs fell as they approached. Then finally they reached the melees.

Nazdhar cast windwalk and became invisible. He deep into the oncoming centaurs and surrounded himself in an enormous bladestorm. Centaurs beside him were sliced in two. Others flew high in the air with severed limbs. Nazdhar spun everywhere, killing anything he touched. After about three minutes, he stopped spinning and landed on the ground. He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. Then he stood straight and put his hands to his chest. He shook vigorously and three mirror images of himself appeared. He continued to kill off as many centaurs as possible.

Just a ways behind Nazdhar, Borin and Shehn fought along side each other. Borin threw a storm bolt at a group of centaurs. He cast a thunder clap and stunned the surrounding enemies. He got fed up so he yelled out loud, "FOR KHAZ MODAN! . . . Oops, I mean . . . FOR OGREMAR!", then his skin turned gray and he sprouted about three feet tall. The giant avatar bashed the surrounding marauders.

Behind him, Shehn stood away from the major melee, casting hexes on as many marauders as possible. His serpent wards stood around him, shooting their venomous pins. All around, wounded comrades lay on the ground. Shehn ran over to one of them and pulled out a large bell. He rang the bell and golden wisps hit the wounded orc. It shot back out of him and bounced onto several other wounded orcs. After Shehn was finished with the healing wave, he ran over to the gate. He pounded on a side door on the wall and someone opened it up. He ran inside and went up to the top of the wall. There he mumbled some foreign word threw some magical powder in the air. Then there was a loud crack and every warrior fighting for the Horde became invulnerable. Shehns Big Bad Voodoo seemed to turn the tide of the battle. Centaurs were being killed, but not a single orc was receiving not even a scratch. The Horde managed to take out a huge chunk of the marauders, when the Voodoo ended.

The battle went on for another hour or so. The marauders were failing. Only a few dozen of them still lived. When they realized there was no hope, they fled back into hot, dry barrens, leaving nothing but dust behind them. When the last centaur was out of site, the Horde cheered with joy. Then everyone helped out their fallen comrades who lay on the ground around them. Witch doctors came onto the seen, placing healing wards where ever possible. The took out magical herbs and potions and tended to the wounded. Jonas helped with the healing as well. (He could have used his ultimate, Resurrection, but I don't think that its very realistic in real life).

When every body was tended to, the warriors re-entered the gates. They placed the fallen warriors on stretchers where they would later be embalmed and buried in the burial grounds.

"What about the southern gate?" Titania asked Nazdhar. "Is that where Tor is? Do you think they were victorious as well?"

"I do not know, sorceress. We shall go and see." He answered. Titania and Taeowyn followed him as he ran through the streets to the southern gate. Sylan, Shandris and Bazzil came down from the wall and ran after them too. Soon Shehn, Jonas and Borin caught up as well. As they came closer to the southern gate, a runner came by them.

"Excuse me," said Nazdhar, "have you any news of the battle ahead? Do you know anything of the Tauren Chieftain, Tor?"

"Yes. I was told that he had fallen, but as for the battle, the centaurs were defeated and we were victorious." The runner answered and ran off.

"Dead?" Said Nazdhar. "How could he be?" Then he began to weep.

"C'mon Nazdhar," said Titania comfortingly, "we should still get to the southern gate. I have a hunch that there still might be some hope."

And sure enough when they got there, Tor ran over to them. "Tor!" exclaimed Nazdhar. "We heard that you were dead!"

"Of course not!" he said. "You should know yourself, Nazdhar, that all Tauren Chieftain can reincarnate themselves after death!"

"Oh, yes! I forgot, but I'm thankful that you still live!" Nazdhar ran over to Tor and pat him on the back. "But what about your family?"

Tor looked down, "They are gone, along with the rest of Fleshgale."

"Oh, Tor, I'm terribly sorry."

"That's all right, I know that they're with the Earth Mother now. They shall whatch over me until I see them again."

"Yes, Tor, until you see them again. But I think now we should get up to the Fortress. We should sort out our situation, shouldn't we, Titania?"

"Yes, Nazdhar, we should. Let's go!" She claimed and started for the Fortress. The company was whole again and continued with their quest.