Rise of the Horde

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Heavy footsteps sounded as Tash\'arr made his way towards the battlefield where his tribe was being overpowered by the armoured orcs who only stood still and kept a defensive line.

Tash\'arr made his way forward and making the ground tremble as he moved. A trail of flames was behind him as he walked with that big body of his that he created.

"It\'s high shaman Tash\'arr!"

"It\'s our shaman! They are back!"

"It\'s one of us!"

The Skalsser orcs cheered as they noticed Tash\'arr, who was making the giant fire golem move. All the Skalssers cheered, except for Xok\'nath and his closest allies. They are now screwed, totally screwed. With Tash\'arr coming back, it would mean that his claim for the position of the tribe chieftain is at risk of being denied. The high shaman could hands down destroy the entire tribe if he wanted to and no one can stop him from doing so. Even Hekoth and Gunn working together wouldn\'t be able to stop him.

Tash\'arr stared at the Skalsser orcs who are cheering because of his arrival and the armored orcs who were staring blankly at him, unsure of what to do. Glancing around, Tash\'arr noticed his tribesmen who were rolling on the ground moaning in pain while his other tribesmen just ignored them. Looking behind the armored orcs, he noticed a few of them wounded who were being carried by their comrades to safety and away from the thick of battle. He could also spot a few of them squeezing their way through their tight formation while carrying a wounded ally on their shoulders or the others who just straight up dragged their friends to the rear.

That is the unity that he and his brother desired. All working together and helping each other. Both of them had a claim on the role of a chieftain in their tribe, especially when their father didn\'t assign someone between the two of them to replace him. Their father wanted them to fight it out. The strongest shall reign and weak shall die. But the two of them had other ideas. Tash\'arr let his brother took the role of a chieftain while he aided him in solidifying his rule.

All those who tried to dethrone his brother from being the chieftain they gave them a miserable ending. One is a proud and strong warrior, while the other is a respectable shaman. Their tandem brought success to their tribe for many decades.

As part of the race that respects strength above anything else, they showed a strength that instilled respect and fear into their tribesmen.

"Xok\'nath Stonetooth! You are a disgrace of the tribe! Come forward and receive your judgment!" Tash\'arr bellowed as he brought both of his giant fist on the ground, creating a slight earthquake that made a lot of the participants of the battle to fall down.

"Keep it tight! Stay in formation! Ten steps backwards!" Gur\'kan bellowed as he figured out that the fire golem wasn\'t here for them. It\'s better for him to preserve the strength of his warriors than meddle with the internal strife of their foes.

The Skalsser orcs all turned their heads towards Xok\'nath, whose forehead was fully covered in sweat. They all stared at him with eyes of confusion, as they didn\'t know why the high shaman of their tribe was out for their current chieftain\'s head.

"This is all a mistake. They are our enemies. They have come to conquer our tribe. Shouldn\'t you be dealing with them first? The tribe must unite against external enemies no matter what!" Xok\'nath shouted while pointing his weapon at the warriors of Yohan who distanced themselves away from the Skalsser orcs.

"Enemies!? I see no enemy here except for you. My brother died by your hands, that I can accept. But mutilating his body and not giving him his proper rites. That! I can\'t accept! No matter which tribe or which clan you ask! The thing that you did isn\'t right. A warrior must retain his honor even after death. My brother was a warrior and died a warrior, but you denied him of his honor and I am here to seek payment." Tash\'arr muttered as he gritted his teeth in anger. He was already doing well, holding himself back.

"You have gone insane! You have been corrupted by the demons! Look at your chest! That is the demon\'s slowly taking hold of you! You are no warrior! You are now a slave of the demons!" Xok\'nath retaliated as he pointed out the signs of the curse that was slowly consuming Tash\'arr.

"Skalsser Tribe! Will you let a minion of the demons roam free!?" Xok\'nath turned towards his tribesmen, who were now really confused about what was going on.

Upon noticing the split between the Skalsser Tribe, Gur\'kan ordered his warriors to move forward. The thundering war drums and the noisy calls of the battle horns informed the three warbands of what they should do.

They moved forward and split into two; the Rakshas took the left, and the Yurakks took the right. They made a line to separate the Skalsser orcs from Xok\'nath and Tash\'arr who were eyeing each other. The Skalsser orcs were taken by surprise but soon understood what was going on. Tash\'arr came to recover the lost honor of his brother and also to exact revenge.

The warriors of Yohan stood still and cordoned off the Skalsser orcs, who didn\'t attempt to do anything else but just watch the spectacle that was about to happen.

"Many thanks! You have this old one\'s gratitude. The fate of the tribe is in the hands of the young ones. This old one is nearing his end. Warriors of the Skalsser Tribe continue to follow the old teachings and never try to take the easy way out." Tash\'arr stared down at his tribesmen before glancing towards Xok\'nath, who was trying to retrieve something out from his armor.

Gur\'kan nodded his head towards Tash\'arr and commanded his warriors to remain still while still maintaining alertness. The two Guidon Bearers made their way to both ends of the long line and stood there quietly.

"Come now! Defend yourself with all your might. No rules! Last man standing wins.." Tash\'arr said, as he raised both of his hands in the air.