It had been decades since the sundered
tribes of the orcs had been reunited but the old stories were still told and
retold with relish. This story especially was one favored by the children.
The wise women hushed them all before she
began…
The mighty Bodan stood at the front of the
‘Broken lance’ army and surveyed the scene.
Never in living memory had so many orcs
stood together.
Not just the ‘Broken lancers’ but also the ‘Blood-bottlers’,
the ‘Meat-drippers’, the ‘Flesh-lump-eaters’ and the ‘Bone-crunchers’.
Aurelius the wise had divided up the armies
into ten groups, each led by a different chief or general.
Bodan’s group was over a hundred orcs. All
eager for battle.
The opposing dragon-borns were on the other
side of the accursed blue screen of death…
An evil magical barrier that killed any
that passed through.
Bodan looked at the massive, black metal
box he had pulled with him.
Much taller than the biggest of orcs and
just as wide.
Only Bodan’s bloodlust could match that of
the creature held captive within.
An Owlbear!
The most ferocious creature ever to live.
A creature that would kill you, as soon as
look on you.
Before ordering his men to release the
crazed owlbear, he organised himself to be tethered to the creature by one of
the ten-foot long metal poles used to control it.
Once free though, the huge creature lunged
at Boden but Bodan didn’t flinch.
Because of the long metal rod between them,
neither could reach the other.
He would have been pushed over but instead
he took the impetus and charged instead at the blue barrier.
It was over a hundred feet away but on he
ran. Pursued by the screeching owlbear.
The Black-cloaks atop the nearest stone
towers did nothing.
The Dragon-borns behind the shimmering
screen did nothing.
Bodan ran until he was within touching
distance of the crackling field.
The Owlbear though, frustrated by not being
able to reach Bodan, ignored the intangible light barrier and barreled straight
through it.
The lightning field crackled but did not
stop the mighty beast and it slaughtered two of the scaled Dragon-borns before
they could even recover from their surprise.
Straining his powerful muscles, Bodan dug
in his heels and directed the, now frenzied, beast towards the other stunned
Dragon-borns.
Dozens went down before the howling Owlbear
finally dragged Bodan through…
The lightning field crackled and primal
energy coursed through Bodan’s thick skin.
Expecting to die, Bodan released his
berserker spirit. He didn’t even notice that he was still standing.
Mighty Axe swinging, the savage Bodan was
lost in his fevered dance of death.
Standing back to back, the mighty Bodan and
the psychotic Owlbear cut a bloody mess through the Dragon-born ranks.
None could stand against them.
On seeing their leader survive the magical
energy field, all his waiting orcs charged forward.
The Black-cloaks rained lightning and
thunder upon them…
But on they ran.
The wretched Kobolds threw so many javelins
at them, that the sky turned dark…
But on they ran.
But when they ran through the barrier…
These orcs were brave but most of them
lacked even a measure of Bodan’s toughness. His resilience in the face of
unwinnable odds.
More than half their number fell to the
evil Dragon magic but on they came, throwing themselves at all enemies.
In the midst of them all, covered in blood,
Bodan found himself panting with exhaustion. All his enemies lay dead around
him and only the sound of the growling owlbear behind him broke the eerie
silence.
Locking eyes with the amber-eyed monster,
held out of reach by the metal pole connected to his waist and the creature’s
neck, Bodan unfastened his belt.
…
As it fell to the floor, the wild, Owlbear
understood that it had been freed.
…
With a screeching howl the huge Owlbear
blinked twice, turned and tromped back, seemingly unfazed, through the blue
energy field and headed back toward the forest.
Bodan still felt the link they shared though.
No longer a link of chain and steel.
A link of understanding, ferocity and
mutual respect.
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