The Homecoming 107.

The Walls...

Watching Dorc da Orc approach from the right, Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy shakes his head, then says "Have you been eating more of that shit in those troughs?" when the large ork finally gets to him.
With a hurt look on his broad, green, brutish looking face, Dorc da Orc says "Nah cunt" followed by "Why you say that?".
Pointing at the ork warleader's face, and making a circular motion with his forefinger, the spy Tanith dryly says "Oh because of all that".
Dalinvardél or Dalin as he's often referred to by the rest of the group, lifts the cloth he has wrapped around his throat and neck, and covers his mouth and nose with it, as he says "All that shit over your face".
Dorkindle chuckles, then says "Maybe" followed by "Maybe not" the ork weaponsmith then adds "Me might of found some fucken choc-o-late".
"No fucking chocolate ever smelled like that" mutters the elven spy in his native language as he looks at the large ork, whose face is smeared in what's obviously shit from one of the troughs filled with it, dotted along the battlements of castle Lé Dic.
After taking his crossbow from the town youth who loads it for him, and shooting off the bolt in it, at a Harkonin soldier getting onto a floating raft, and handing it back to the youngster crouching behind the merlon to the left.
The elf from the principality of Alínlae asks the large ork who has just returned from the south side of the massive castle "What did Riley want with you?". The spy Tanith as he takes an arrow from his quiver to put it to his bow, finds that he's running low on shafts, as he's shot quite a few of them off this morning.
"Oh to kill a fucken cunt" is the reply of Dorc da Orc, who goes onto explain how he killed the prisoner, lord Sarvaine. By flinging him out of the castle by trebuchet. Having him land, basically right infront of his liege lord, baron Harkonin.
The elven spy who once served in one of the more important noble houses in the principality of Alínlae, winces as the chuckling ork warleader recounts how he killed the lord of the Long Reaches who was captured during the battle for the border town of Falshire.
"Well i guess that means the prisoners they've got have been killed?" asks Dalin "Yeah cunt" answers the large ork after he finishes chuckling, and telling the spy Tanith how he killed lord Sarvaine.
"Those three fuckers have been staked" continues Dorkindle, who then adds "That lord what's his fucken face is dead". "Milburn?" asks the elven spy when he eventually finds a suitable target, draws back his longbow, and puts the arrow to it, to flight.
"Yeah that cunt" says the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks, who then adds "Them other two cunts were still alive when me come back here" Dorc da Orc continues with "But they was doing a good fucken job of  dying when me left there".
Dalinvardél Tanith nods in understanding, as he figures both Jared Milburn, and sir Galmot the Lé Dic army commander. Could very well be dead already. Or that they are still infact alive. As their captors may likely inflict as much pain as possible upon them at they're staked.
The spy Tanith suspects it's probably the latter, and not the former, that those two prisoners of baron Harkonin, are being inflicted with.
As Dalin takes his crossbow once more from the town youth who loads it for him, who tells him "Only a few bolts left sir".
The elf from the principality of Alínlae sees that more of the Harkonin soldiers, here on the east side of castle Lé Dic, are rushing towards the moat, and onto the water. Now that the smoke has basically drifted away.
Only the charred remains of the siege tower in the moat, further to the right of where Dalin and Dorc are above the east gates of the massive castle, with smoke still coming off it. Poses any problems for the Harkonin soldiers making their way across the water, with the exception of the defenders up on the battlements of castle Lé Dic.
As the spy Tanith takes aim with his crossbow, and lets the bolt go, taking an enemy squad leader in the gut, who is behind his squad carrying a scaling ladder.
Dorc da Orc calls down behind them to the courtyard below "Shorten the fucken range!".
Dalin repeats the order to those working the catapults and trebuchets down in the main east courtyard, as sometimes the large ork, with his deep, growling voice, and thick accent, is more than a little hard to understand.
With the cloth still covering the lower half of his face, which the nearby youth from the town of Massic has done as well, considering the ork warleader reeks more than he usually does, because of his face being covered in shit.
Dalinvardél Tanith with a nod to the south side of the castle, asks the ork weaponsmith "Anything else happen over there?". Dorkindle answers with a grunt, followed by "Helbe has fucked off somewhere"
The elven spy from the principality of Alínlae briefly pauses as he takes one of his last shafts from his quiver, and looks at the big, burly ork who is scowling as he watches the Harkonin forces attacking this side of the massive castle that's the ancestral home of the Lé Dic family.
"Where?" asks the spy Tanith with a frown upon his face, the large ork shrugs his massive shoulders then says "How the fuck should Dorc know?" the warleader of the ork race then adds "Pretendy Zubu just say he fucked off after that druid cunt with these Harky assholes" he continues with "He take that little monkey Shur Kee with him".
Dalin slightly nods as he figures the young elven noble has seen fit to final deal to baron Harkonin's advisor, the dark druid Palvarc.
Then he rolls his eyes, when Dorkindle grunts then says "That's right" followed by "There's a fucken flying warship coming this way" the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks continues with "The fucken little thief cunt has gone to check it out".
"Hell, by the forest gods that's all we need" mutters the spy Tanith in the elven language, he continues muttering in his native language with "A damn airship coming here, and more than likely not being on our side".
The elf from the principality of Alínlae looks at Dorc da Orc who is staring at something amongst the enemy on this side of the massive castle, then as the ork warleader loudly mutters "The fuck?". Dalinvardél Tanith asks his "Did Riley say where exactly".
That's all the spy Tanith gets to say to Dorkindle. Because the big, burly ork is flung back off the battlements with force, and falls back into the courtyard below.
Dalin blinks in surprise as a missile shot from a Harkonin ballista clatters on the parapet, before falling off the back edge of the battlements.
Then the elven spy from the principality of Alínlae quickly looks down into the courtyard, where he sees Dorc da Orc lying on his back, about a twenty feet back from the east wall of castle Lé Dic.
"Dorc are you alright!?" calls down Dalinvardél Tanith who pulls the cloth down off his face, as he looks down at the ork weaponsmith lying in the courtyard, over forty feet below.
The spy Tanith knows the plate of armour from an actual dragon, that the large ork wears, will stop everything and anything. Including the heavy spear shot from a Harkonin ballista that's just hit the warleader of the ork race.
But he isn't so sure about the big, burly ork surviving a more than forty foot drop to the stone courtyard below, landing on his back too.
"Dorc!" calls down the spy from the elven principality of Alínlae, who is eventually answered by a groaning grunt from the large ork lying in the courtyard below.
"You still alive down there big guy!?" calls down Dalin, who sees that the ork weaponsmith is alive and breathing, but isn't really moving. Then the spy Tanith sourly smiles as the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, slightly lifts his right arm and hand, and gives him the middle finger.
"Fuck" wheezes Dorkindle who grimaces in pain "Fucken hurties" mutters the large ork as he lies there in the main east courtyard, about twenty feet behind the wall.
The ork warleader has been hit by a missile shot from a ballista before. And he can attest to it hurting like hell.
And he's taken a fall or two off castle walls over the years as well. Some even higher than the walls of castle Lé Dic. And they've hurt like hell too.
But this is the first time he's ever been hit by a heavy spear shot from a ballista, and fallen off the battlements of a castle at the same time.
And he can rightfully say that it hurts a hell of a lot way more, than just either one of them. Infact it's one the worst things he's ever felt.
Dorc da Orc who is pretty sure that he's got a few broken bones, in his back as well. Affectionately pats the plate of black armour that covers his chest, and much of his ample stomach, and murmurs "Good dragony armour".
Though he wishes he had one across his back, which would of definitely helped with the fall he just had.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks, grunts and waves away some of the war machine crew from a nearby trebuchet who have come over to see if he's still alive.
Then he grunts, and says in a loud voice "Nah cunt, fuck that shit stuff!" in response to Dalinvardél Tanith calling down "You better take the healing potion you've got!".
Dorkindle grimaces, and he goes to sit up. The big, burly ork hisses like an enraged cat that's fallen into water.
For a moment, he thinks he's going to black out from the pain he's in from sitting up. Then he grunts as he sits upright. Though his shoulders are high, and are up around his ears, as he finds it near impossible to move from side to side.
The ork warleader takes a deep breath, and mutters "Krom" under his breath, as he puts out a hand to push himself up so that he can stand.
Up on the battlements, the spy Tanith who has just shot off a bolt from his crossbow again, calls out to the defenders along the parapet "Start dropping stuff on them!" as there's now quite a lot of Harkonin soldiers on the water now. Almost as many as earlier, when the naphtha that was piped out into the water was set alight.
Dalin looks back down into the main east courtyard of castle Lé Dic, and finds Dorc da Orc on his feet. Though to say the large ork's movements are a little stiff, would be an understatement in the extreme.
The ork weaponsmith's big, broad shoulders are hunched up. And his arms are out to his side, at an angle. And when the warleader of the ork race goes to take a step, he grimaces, and loudly hisses in pain.
Rolling his eyes, as he figures the large ork has probably got a broken back, and possibly a broken neck from the fall that would of killed anyone else, the elven spy from the principality of Alínlae calls down to him "Dorc take that healing potion!".
"Nah fuck that, it's yucky!" says the ork weaponsmith who grimaces and hisses as he takes a step, then adds "Tastes like fucken shit!".
Dalin pauses for a moment, and with a twist of his lips to stop himself from laughing, the spy Tanith, who can't resist it, calls down "Well then, since you like eating shit so much, a little potion like that shouldn't be much of a problem!" he then adds "Right, shit eater!?".
Dorkindle sourly grimaces, then mutters "Smart fucken pointy eared cunt" as he tries to look up at Dalin on the battlements, but is unable to, as he has a severe lack of range of movement at the moment.
The large ork repeatedly hisses in pain as he tips his head back further and further so that he can get a look at the elven spy on the battlements above, and when he's just able to spot the elf from the principality of Alínlae, he calls up "Fuck you cunt!".
"Fuck you!" is the reply of Dalinvardél Tanith who then adds "You shit eater!". The elven spy grins as he sees an infuriated Dorc da Orc, start moving towards the steps. Hissing and growling in pain, clenching his teeth and jaws with every step he takes.
An angry Dorkindle heads to the closest set of steps, with his shoulders hunched, and his arms out to the side at an angle, with what is obviously a broken back.
The large ork, who wants to get at the spy Tanith up on the battlements. Also wants to get up to the top of the wall. For the simple reason, that he, who has experienced more battles than anyone else here in castle Lé Dic has noticed something.
The Harkonin war machines on this side of castle Lé Dic have stopped firing, that means the soldiers now on the water in the moat, are about to climb scaling ladders to try and top the wall . . . . . .