Halkiginia: Albion: Unknown Forest: Undead base
Night had begun to fall, and the six Acolytes had established a very suitable base. With heavy forest at their backs and lightly traversed forest at their front they were extremely well hidden. Even the blight was hidden due to the shrubbery that was around them. For now they had a light force of twenty-four Ghouls to protect the base. They thought after a while that the master would take control and order them to their goal, but he still didn't heed their call. The six Acolytes converged in a meeting inside the Necropolis to figure out what was going on. Seating themselves at a table, the leader spoke first.
"Fellow Acolytes! As you all know we have established a base but, that is not the problem at the moment. Our master, the Lich King, has not answered our calls. This leads me to believe we are either in an area where he can not reach us or he plans to use us at a different time." Some of the Acolytes were silently taking this news in, one Acolyte then chose to speak up.
"Does this mean we are to do nothing while we wait for our master to call us?" The rest looked to the lead Acolyte expecting an answer. The lead Acolyte pondered this and answered.
"We will do no such thing. While. I expect the master to be... maybe... angered by our actions we will simply amass a force to be ready when he does call upon us. Till then we need to keep ourselves hidden, and explore the land around us." The Acolytes all agreed to this for it would do them no good to be caught unprepared. "That is why we will search the surrounding land, three of you will stay here and amass our forces while continuing to research and expand our base. The other two and myself will scour the land and create a suitable map of locations that we need to be wary of, and to find resources." One Acolyte raised his hand so he could speak. "Yes Acolyte?" The Lead Acolyte said to the one who raised his hand.
"Should we call forth a Death Knight to aid us in this search?" The leader pondered for a minute till he came up with an answer.
"No, I feel we need to be silent with this matter. If we call a Death Knight he would most likely assume control and we don't need conflict for power now." The Acolytes all nodded to this. They were at a stage where they were in control. Another one spoke to voice his concerns as well.
"What are we to do about the Necropolis? Should we upgrade it? We will be well above the tree line and visible to all who can fly." The leader pondered this as well.
"Build a Ziggurat in the middle of the base. Instead of either Spirit or Nerubian we will make it a special illusion tower. Disguise us as the surrounding forest to keep us safe." Acolytes all nodded in agreement to this.
"If some of us are to go explore the unknown should we don disguises to avoid being found by humans?" The leader immediately said.
"Yes, build us several Orbs of Illusion. Disguise mine like a priest with a hood so that way I can pass as either an elf or human. The others make humans and do various disguises of whatever." They all nodded and were about to leave when the lead Acolyte said one more thing? "Also train up more Acolytes at least enough to help with the bases expansion. Anymore you train send them to also scout the surrounding area and make Orbs of Illusion for each one you send. This way we can expand or find a new base if this one is found." The Acolytes nodded and in unison said.
"Thy will be done." And they left, the lead Acolyte watched them leave and was worried of whether this would be a good plan.
Halkiginia: Germania: Unknown Plateau: Orc base
Fenris'ar Gul was seeing to the Orcs that did answer the call of the Horde. He had not been expecting so little to come, but come they did. Each Orc group that came were either fat and slow or skinny and almost on the brink of death. It almost made him sorry for these cousins of this land. Only one group out of them seemed to be an actual Orc Clan with a Blademaster leader named Kajind the Ripper. Fenris was wary of Blademasters for even though they were the Honor-guard of the Warchief they tended to be gung-ho and always charged head-long into battle. Right now he would only have to worry about him challenging him to be the leader of his group of Orcs. Fenris was sure he could take him down and prove himself as a leader. But he didn't need conflict now he needed allies and those were more important than establishing rule. Right now everyone was in the recently finished Stronghold and almost everyone there were talking while sitting at tables filled with all types of food. When they were all situated Fenris rose and slammed his staff into the ground making a loud thud. Almost instantly everyone stared at him, the Farseer cleared his throat and prepared his speech.
"Throm-Ka and Aka'Magosh, welcome brethren of the land. I have called you all here so we can get to know each other and to feast!" This caused some of the Orcs to cheer by yelling out various things. The Farseer simply tapped his staff on the ground like a gavel. "And as I have called this gathering I hope to set up an ragath'a among each Grom'mash that could make it." Some Orcs nodded in agreement to this others passive to it. "And now without further ado please feast." The minute he finished Peons and some Trolls brought in giant platters of food. There was all sorts of meat with seasonings and soups along with hearty drinks. Fenris sat down at the head of his table where all the clan leaders sat. Once each got a suitable meal on their plates and began eating they begun speaking.
"A most excellent meal Farseer Fenris'ar Gul." One clan leader spoke out.
"Please friend call me Fenris." Fenris said to all the clan leaders. Next Kajind spoke up.
"So Fenris what brings you to use the call of clans besides just a meal?" Some of the other clans leaders were also wondering this but didn't voice their opinions.
"Well why that I am probably older than all of you I am new to these lands that I and my brothers are in." Some of the other clan leaders spoke to one another wondering where he is from.
"What land do you come from?" One leader asked.
"Where I am from is called Durotar home of the Horde, lead by Warchief Thrall." The Farseer explained, one clan leader who wore Wolf like clothing than abruptly shouted out his disbelief.
"That is impossible the last Warchief died by the human's during the great scattering." Fenris calmly waited and then explained.
"Peace brother as I have said I am not from this land. Me and my Orcish Brethren are here by accident. But we are still very much apart of the Horde along with the Troll's that are with us." Kajind looked at a nearby patrolling Troll Headhunter that was randomly looking about keeping an eye on everything.
"So that is what they are called I wondered why they were apart of the guard." Kajind said, Fenris nodded.
"They are very much apart of the Horde as do the Tauren and Forsaken." The other clan leaders continued with their meals and were about to ask more when a Orc Grunt came bursting in.
"Farseer a human messenger is at our gates demanding to speak to you!" The Grunt quickly said, The Farseer rose and picked up his staff and shield.
"Well they were bound to be here sooner or later might as well see what they want. Please fellow clan leaders continue with your meals why I see too our rueful guest." And Fenris went and his white wolf who was lounging around followed him. Kajind was the only one who didn't partake in the meal and followed our dear Farseer.
"So do you plan to do as the Human say?" He inquired, Fenris slowly mounted his white wolf and shook his head.
"The Human's will not order the Horde around I am willing to listen to negotiations, but I will not have them lord over us like we are lower than them." Kajind hummed to this and soon they were at the area where the messenger was. He was like any other Germanian, dark-skinned with a fiery head of red colored hair, his whole attire spoke noble while he rode one of the most finest Germanian horses. And on his shoulder was a hawk with brown feathers and his familiar.
"Greetings Orcs I am Ricmorn Loyaler of the house of Vandenburg. Might I ask which of you are you leader of this Orc Clan?" He said with respect, Fenris rode out and made himself known as the leader.
"I am Farseer Fenris'ar Gul, leader of the Hiragan Bonecrushers, loyal to the Horde." He said respectively, the young noble had a smile on his face.
"Never in my life had I expected to meet a Orcish Farseer. Today I am truly honored." he said while putting a hand to his heart.
"I am glad that you are honored to meet me. Now might I ask why you are here?" Fenris asked the noble. The Germanian noble quietly cleared out his throat.
"As the Orc relation's representative I am here to tell you that in a weeks time you Orcs will be visited by a very angry noble who will most likely bring troops and try to slaughter you all." Silence was heavy in the air then a young upstart grunt shouted out.
"LET THEM COME THEY WILL KNOW TRUE FEAR OF THE HORDE!" This outburst riled up the other Orcs and they sang battle cry's, Fenris urged his wolf to howl and silence his upstart brethren, the effect was immediate.
"Before we are so rudely interrupted again might I ask what is this Orc relation's?" Fenris said while glaring at his comrades to shut them up.
"Well the Orc relation's is an organization that makes sure you Orcs don't invade us and we the same. However it is not a very strong and we usually go and warn Orcs that are in Noble's territory and urge them to move to a new site or to warn them of the immediate danger they will be in." Ricmorn Loyaler explained.
"It's true Farseer." Kajind interrupted, Both Fenris and Ricmorn looked to him. "I have been told many times by this organization and they told me of the dangers that I and my clan would be facing."
"It is true." The noble said. "We try to urge all Orcs to vacate their dwellings when we get news of Nobles that start to gather forces so they form an eradication party. It works with the smaller groups but the larger ones are quite stubborn and sometimes get annihilated." The Farseer stroked his beard in thought of what to do.
"Why I may have not been here long. We have survived harsher conditions. Do not be worried about our well-being for we will persevere." The noble seemed saddened and let his head droop down.
"Alright, I'm sorry that you are going to be attacked. If there was anything we could do, we would." He said sadly lifting his head. "Well I better tell my superiors the news. See you if you survive the coming battles." And with that he waved goodbye and rode off. Fenris turned to Kajind and he shook his head.
"Why I admire your courage you have just signed your death." The old Farseer rose an eyebrow to Kajind's remark.
"I have no doubt we will win this coming battle to come." Was all the old Orc said.