Aftermath 73.

The Kaldel Plains...

It's after midday, early in the afternoon when they've got all the illegal wreckers loot back to the village.
And as Mira Reinholt the mage and Helbe the elven thief go over the plans of what they'll do.
Dorc da Orc remains where he's been since earlier this morning. Leaning against the front of the badly damaged two storey house, looking across the village green at the burnt out remains of a pair of airships.
The large ork hasn't said a word since he got here in the morning. He's just growled at anyone who has come up to him to speak to him, as he stands there with the cloak wrapped dead body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt in his arms.
The two spellcasters, the mage Reinholt and the young elven noble from the principality of Laerel after finalising their plans. Make their way over to the ork warleader.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world doesn't even look at them, he just growls at the two of them when the mage from the city-state of Vexil goes to speak.
"Here me out Dorc" says Mira Reinholt the mage as the large ork just growls at him and his fellow spellcaster, Helbe the elven thief.
"We'll be leaving either later this afternoon, or early in the morning" adds the once powerful mage as Dorkindle continues to growl.
"Either way, whatever you're going to do, you might as well do it now, and get it over with" says the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, who gestures to where the unconscious illegal wrecker, the plainsman, Pallen the blademaster lies nearby.
There's a pause in the growling of the ork weaponsmith, who then grunts. The first sound he's made since turning up on the village green this morning, that wasn't a growl.
The big burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
Looks at the two spellcasters who are members of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque. Then he looks over at the unconscious Pallen the blademaster, and growls once more, followed by a grunt and a nod of his head as he looks back at the Vexilian mage in exile and the elven magic user from the island principality of Laerel.
"I gather that's a yes he'll do something" dryly murmurs Helbe the elven thief in the elven language, next to him, his fellow spellcaster and councillor, the mage Reinholt nods in agreement.
Then they watch as the large ork, who has unwrapped the blood soaked cloak from around his left leg. But still has one wrapped around his throat and neck.
Turn his head from side to side as he sniffs. After a little while of doing that, the warleader of the ork race grunts. Then pushes off from the front of the badly damaged two storey house, here on the northwest corner of the village green.
The swordmaster Reinholt and the elven masterthief are quick to get out of his way. And the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks makes his way over to where the unconscious illegal wrecker lies.
Dorc da Orc picks up Pallen the blademaster, and slings the tall plainsman over his left shoulder.
Then with the cloak wrapped body of the goblin commander in the crook of his right arm. The large ork turns and starts walking west across the village green, and out of the village itself.
"Someone better keep an eye on him" says Mira Reinholt "I'd rather not watch whatever it is he'll do to that plainsman" says Helbe the elven thief.
The young elven noble from the island of Laerel, who is the grandson of the ruling prince of that particular elven principality looks around, then calls out "Tam, Dalin over here!" and waves to the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and the elven spy from the principality of Alínlae to join him and his fellow councillor the mage Reinholt.
"I want you to follow Dorc and keep an eye on him" says the elven masterthief, the young field commander and the elven spy share a look, then nod that they will.
Then Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by the others in the group. Along with Dalinvardél Tanith or Dalin as the elven spy is more often referred to by the others.
Follow after Dorc da Orc who is heading west across the Kaldel Plains away from the village.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world walks until well after mid afternoon. Only occasionally stopping to look around and sniff.
The ork warleader is followed by the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin and the spy from the elven principality of Alínlae. Who trail the ork weaponsmith by about fifty yards.
Then when they see a patch of the scrubby like trees a couple hundred yards away in the distance, the large ork who is the warleader of his race comes to a stop again.
"Looks like he's stopped for good" quietly says Tamric Drubine in the elven language as he and the spy Tanith stop about fifty yards behind the big, burly ork who is the son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks.
They watch as the large ork shrugs the unconscious illegal wrecker off his left shoulder onto the ground.
Then the ork weaponsmith carefully places the cloak wrapped body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt on the ground nearby.
The ork, who is a general in the armies of Farque, awkwardly pats the cloak wrapped dead body of the goblin commander a couple of times. Before he makes his way back to where he dumped the unconscious illegal wrecker, Pallen the blademaster.
"I'm not sure, but i think there's something there" quietly says Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy in his native language "What is it?" asks the son and former heir of a previous knight of castle Drubine, a castle located in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
"I don't know" says the spy Tanith who is peering ahead to the scrubby like trees in the distance, that they see the ork warleader is looking towards too.
After looking at the patch of scrubby like trees that is up ahead, Dorc da Orc grunts then looks down at the unconscious plainsman at his feet.
The large ork growls, then grunts before he goes to wake the illegal wrecker up.
The ork general could go back to Tam and Dalin further behind him, to get one of their water bottles, and pour water on the face of Pallen the blademaster to wake him up.
But he doesn't bother with that, for the simple reason he might accidentally spill water on himself, which is just plain disgusting to the ork weaponsmith.
So instead he drops his grubby knee length pants, and proceeds to piss on the unconscious illegal wrecker, urinating on him until he wakes up.
Pallen the blademaster feels himself waking up. The tall plainsman who wears his long hair in braids as many plainsmen do, feels something wet on his face and down the front of him.
The dangerous blademaster opens his eyelids and blinks, then he suddenly gags as he smells something absolutely disgusting on him. Whatever it is, it's wet. And so foul, that he rolls to one side and retches.
Then he groans in pain, as he's rolled over onto his right arm, which he finds is broken.
The blademaster who is originally from the kingdom of Girdane, rolls back onto his back after vomiting.
And he tries to recall what's happened. Then the illegal wrecker, who finds he's covered from head to foot in some kind of disgusting smelling liquid. Remembers what happened.
And tears come to his eyes as he recalls his lover, Sasha the former mercenary having her arm ripped off. Then as she tried to crawl away, having her head stomped on by the ork that attacked them. Who also killed Gorlic the former arena fighter too.
Then Pallen suddenly hears a deep, rumbling growl. And he lifts his head up, and looks beyond his boots, and finds the very same ork standing over him, looking down at him.
With a snarl, Dorc da Orc says to the illegal wrecker on the ground at his feet "Time for you to fucken pay cunt" the large ork after a quick growl, adds "With your fucken life".
The ork warleader steps on the left ankle of the blademaster from Girdane, breaking it.
As the illegal wrecker yells in agony, the big burly ork from the southern polar region of the world crouches down. As the ork weaponsmith does, he takes a wicked looking curved dagger from his belt.
Meanwhile, about fifty yards behind the large ork and the tall plainsman.
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy says "I can't see what he's doing" he continues with "He's in the way".
"Good thing he is" says Tamric Drubine the field commander "We probably don't want to see whatever it is he's doing" adds the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
The elven spy from the principality of Alínlae, who is an officer in the scouts division of the armies of Farque nods his hooded head in agreement.
Then he slightly frowns as he looks away to the west, where a couple hundred yards away in the distance. He's sure there's something amongst the patch of scrubby like trees there.
Dorc da Orc after looking towards the scrubby like trees in the distance, pulls up the leather armour the blademaster wears, then rips in two the tunic he wears beneath it.
Then taking his wicked looking dagger, the large ork slits opens the lower belly of the illegal wrecker. Cutting him open from belly to belly.
"Quit your fucken moaning ya cunt" mutters Dorkindle as the Girdanian blademaster groans in pain after screaming in pain again.
The ork warleader, who is an expert on human anatomy. Infact he's an expert on pretty much every race's anatomy.
Slips a finger into the slit he's cut in the stomach of the illegal wrecker. And with his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrates, the large ork probes around in the stomach of Pallen the blademaster.
As the tall plainsman who hails from the kingdom of Girdane, alternates between groaning and screaming.
The ork weaponsmith grunts in satisfaction, and pulls out the loop of intestine he was searching for.
Dorkindle uses his curved dagger to cut it, then he ties one end up. After doing so, the large ork stands up and with the tied up intestine still in hand, he walks away to the right.
"Fuck" says Tamric Drubine, while next to him, Dalinvardél Tanith winces as they watch what the ork general is doing.
They watch as Dorc da Orc strings out the intestines of the illegal wrecker a good thirty feet to the right.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, drops the end of the intestines. Looks around, then wanders away about twenty yards away, and picks up a decent sized rock.
He walks back, and places the rock on the end of the intestines he just dropped on the group.
Then Dorkindle walks back to where the illegal wrecker is lying. And repeats the process.
Though this time with the small intestines, which he drags out to the left. And once he's dropped the end of them on the ground. He places another rock on that end.
In both directions, the intestines are whole, and not torn. As the ork warleader expertly pulled them out of the stomach of the blademaster from the kingdom of Girdane.
All the while, Pallen continually screamed as his intestines were pulled out of him.
Stopping to look down at the screaming illegal wrecker, the ork general says to him "You thinks you gonna get away with doing that cunt" as he waves to where the cloak wrapped body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt lies.
"Think again cunt" adds the ork warleader, who then mutters "That's Dorc's fucken gob-a-lin, no one's allowed to kills him dead".
The son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks, then looks to the west, at the patch of scrubby like trees a couple of hundred yards away. And he roars.
It's not the usual roar the large ork does, it's more of a low, rumbling hoot of a roar, that he repeats. One long roar, followed by four or five fairly quick roars.
Dorkindle repeats this four or five times. And then he grunts in satisfaction when eventually a similar sounding roar comes from within the patch of scrubby like trees.
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy and Tamric Drubine the field commander share a look, then Dalin who recognised the responding roar, points and says "Lion".
Tam spots the lion that's walked out from the scrubby like trees, standing there, watching Dorc da Orc and the illegal wrecker on the ground, whose intestines he's spread across the plains.
As he lies there on the ground, with his stomach slit open, and his intestines spread out to either side of him.
Pallen the blademaster through the haze of pain he's in, recognises the roar in the distance. Any plainsman would recognise it. He winces, and not just from the excruciating pain he's in.
"If you quick cunt, you can gather up your fucken bits and pieces and stuff it back in your tummy before they get here" says Dorc da Orc who hears another lion roar, followed by another "Then it won't be so bads for you" continues the large ork.
He looks to the patch of scrubby like trees in the distance, and sees two more lions walk out from the trees. One of which is a large male.
Then for the first time since earlier in the morning, emotions show upon the broad, green, brutish looking face of the ork warleader. He grins as he looks down at the tall plainsman.
With a chuckle, Dorkindle says "Have a nice day cunt" then he walks over to where the body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt lies, picks it up, and walks back in the direction he's come from.
As they watch Dorc da Orc come back their way. Field commander Drubine and the spy Tanith see a few more lions come out of the patch of scrubby like trees.
It's a pride of them, and with two of the females, and the large male in the front, they start making their way across the plains to where the illegal wrecker lies, screaming in pain as he tries to gather his intestines back in, which he's failing at.
When the ork general gets to Tam and Dalin, he just grunts in greeting to them, and nods to the east, the direction of the village.
The young field commander from the kingdom of Sarcrin and the elven spy from the principality of Alínlae turn. And walk beside the large ork, as they head back across the plains to the village.
A few moments later, they hear the screams of Pallen the blademaster behind them change. And they hear the sounds of lions growling as they start to feed, eating the illegal wrecker while he's still alive.
When he hears this, Dorc da Orc as he carries the cloak wrapped body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt in his arms, grins then says "Get some" . . . . . .