To War 102.

Summer. Measum Castle. The Corlinda Corner.

As a load from one of the catapults goes flying over the west wall of castle Measum at the enemy who are attacking it.
There's a patch of heavy fighting upon the parapet of the long west wall, down towards the southwest corner tower.
There on a forty foot section of the more than five hundred foot long wall.
Enemy soldiers from the provinces of Moleau, Mofosild and Olind, loyal to the king and crown of Melaurn.
Are battling those defending the large castle that's the ancestral home of lord Measum's family.
Growling as he moves forward, Dorc da Orc reaches over a local soldier from the garrison here in castle Measum.
And grabs an enemy soldier by the right arm, who has just reached the top of the wall.
The large ork lifts him up by the arm, breaking it in his grip if the scream of pain coming from the enemy soldier is anything to go by.
Then the ork warleader, with the enemy soldier over his head screaming in pain.
Throws him at a group of the enemy who gained the top of the wall. Smashing into them, and knocking at least five of them down as they fight the defenders along this stretch of the wall, near the southwest corner tower of the large castle, that's been in the Measum family for centuries.
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt and Dickhead Thirty Something, rush forward from behind their general.
And with their shortswords, they and couple of other goblins from their battalion.
Stab at the downed and dazed enemy soldiers who the ork warleader has just knocked down.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic elbows his way forward through a few of the local soldiers here from the castle garrison.
As he gets closer and closer to where his bitter rival, the ork weaponsmith is, near the southwest corner tower of castle Measum.
Following closely behind the large, heavily armoured knight, who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
Are the two goblins, Fat Cunt and Fuckity Fuckfuck. Who think it's actually pretty much safer to be near the nobleborn knight than anywhere else on the parapet.
As the member of the order of The Knights of Sanit Mar-che has a tendency to kill any of the enemy who he comes up against.
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt shoves a dazed looking enemy soldier who has just got to his feet, off the back of the parapet. Sending the man falling to his death.
The small, bright lurid green goblin who is the commander of the battalion of goblins in the armies of Farque.
Almost follows the enemy soldier off the back of the parapet and to his death, as he stumbles in that direction.
But the goblin commander is grabbed by the left arm by Dickhead Thirty Something, who pulls him back from the edge of the parapet.
Then they, and everyone around them on this section of the west wall of castle Measum.
Turn and look to the north, as there's the thud of an explosion that can be heard. It's a muted thud, as it's in the moat. About halfway along the west wall of the large castle.
Water sprays up into the air, as do bits of wood from a couple of destroyed rafts.
As well as bodies, and body parts. That go flying upwards into the air from the explosion caused no doubt. By the Farqian sorceress, Heinë.
There's only two on this section of the parapet near the southwest corner tower. Who don't turn around and look at the effects of the explosion.
It's the bitter rivals, Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic. With the ork general looking over the top of the wall to see what the enemy down below are doing.
And the former paladin, who behind the faceplate of his full helm. Stares at the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, with the magical Sword of Knockdown still in his right gauntleted fist.
Makes his way forward along the parapet, approaching his bitter rival from behind.
Meanwhile for his part, the large ork who is a general in the armies of Farque.
Takes a throwing axe from the front of his weapon harness. As he looks down over the top of the west wall of castle Measum, watching the enemy who are assaulting the west side of the large castle, en masse.
The warleader of the ork race then catches the scent of who it is that's approaching him from behind.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks scowls, then after a brief moment as he continues sniffing.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which his given name, spins around as he smells what the one who is approaching him from behind, is carrying.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic comes to a stop, as his bitter rival spins around to face him.
The two of them are just a dozen feet apart, with the former paladin still holding the Sword of Knockdown.
While the son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks. Who he killed, as she was doing her best to kill him at the time.
Has one of his throwing axes in his right hand, as he watches his bitter rival. The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic who is just standing there, glaring at him from behind the faceplate of his full headed helm.
The two of them take a step towards one another, just as they do. An enemy soldier reaches the top of the wall, between the two merlons where the two bitter rivals are standing.
Confronted by the large ork and the heavily armoured knight who only have eyes for one another, and not for him.
The enemy soldier doesn't know exactly what to do. As he thought he'd be fighting for his life once he got to the top of the west wall of castle Measum.
Not finding himself watching what definitely looks like a confrontation between the the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
And the nobleborn knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
Then the two bitter rivals move. With Dorc da Orc swinging his axe to the left as he watches that former paladin.
While sir Percavelle Lé Dic stabs the Sword of Knockdown out to the right, without taking his eyes off the ork warleader.
The enemy soldier's head goes flying when the ork general's axe whacks into his neck, taking off his head.
At the same time, the body of the enemy soldier standing on the top of the wall goes flying too.
When the nobleborn knight's magical sword hits him in the middle of the chest.
As the head of the soldier, falls to the moat. Where it smacks into the head of another enemy soldier in the water, knocking him out.
The headless body goes flying backwards over the moat. Until it smashes into a group of the enemy on the bank across from the west wall of the large castle, that's the ancestral home of the Measum family.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks, and the nobleman who is a member of the order of The Knights of Saint Mar-che.
Still haven't taken their eyes off one another, as they stand upon a section of the wall near the southwest corner tower of Measum Castle.
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt and Dickhead Thirty Something, take their eyes off the after effect of the explosion. As do Fat Cunt and Fuckity Fuckfuck.
And they find their general, along with the large, heavily armoured knight.
Less than eight feet apart, staring at one another. In what's obviously a confrontation between the two bitter rivals.
The four goblins all share a quick look with one another. As do others on this section of the wall. When they've turned away from the explosion in the moat.
And find the warleader of the ork race, and the former earl of Lé Dic, standing opposite one another, with weapons in hand.
Dorkindle with blood dripping off the axehead in his left hand. And the Druvician nobleman with his magical weapon in his right gauntleted hand.
Go to take a step towards one another when they suddenly hear a familiar voice from further along the wall call out "Friend Dorc, friend Percy!" followed by "More of them are climbing onto the top of the wall!".
Dorc da Orc looks over the head of his bitter rival, and spots Shur Kee the monk walking along the parapet in this direction.
Sir Percavelle quickly glances back over his right shoulder, and spots the short, statured monk walking this way.
The ork warleader scowls, as does the large, heavily armoured knight as they watch the physical adept walk this way.
Then the bitter rivals after a quick look at one another, step back from one another.
And the big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world grunts after he quickly growls for a bit.
Then the ork who is a general in the armies of Farque, turns around and walks in the direction of the southwest corner tower of the large castle that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
"Hurry up cunts" says Dorc da Orc to Teabagger the Goblin Cunt and Dickhead Thirty Something.
"Fucken keep up" adds the large ork, who then shouts out "Get 'em fuckers off the wall!".
As there's a knot of the enemy on the parapet near the southwest corner tower.
Fighting the defenders, as they try to gain entry into the tower at the southwest corner of castle Measum.
After a moment's pause, sir Percavelle Lé Dic says to Fat Cunt and Fuckity Fuckfuck "Come along then chaps".
Though before the former paladin continues on his way along the parapet.
He grabs the head of an enemy soldier who has just popped his head up over the top of the wall.
The former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of his homeland, the kingdom of Druvic.
Slams the enemy soldier's head into the corner of a merlon. Smashing his nose and teeth apart.
The member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che lets the enemy soldier go.
Who falls off the top of the scaling ladder he's standing on.
"Push that off now chaps, wot" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy, as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
To some of the local soldiers from the garrison here in castle Measum, who are on this section of the wall.
Then the large, heavily armoured knight, with a nod of his full helmed head to Fat Cunt and Fuckity Fuckfuck to follow him.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic continues on his way along the west wall of the large castle.
Shur Kee the monk watches as the two bitter rivals head along the parapet to where the fighting is heaviest near the southwest corner tower of the largest castle in all of southern Melaurn.
The short, statured monk from beyond the Southlands. The far east coast of the continent to be exact. Where his homeland, the kingdom of Wah Lee is located.
Spotted Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic making their way along the southern half of the west wall of castle Measum.
Tovis the war engineer spotted them too. And told the physical adept to follow them and keep an eye on the two of them.
As who knows what they might try to do in the middle of the battle.
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li knows from past experiences.
That the two bitter rivals, if no one is around to keep an eye on them. Are just as likely to try and kill one another. Or at least try and see if the other one gets themselves killed.
Than they are to fight the enemy in whatever battle they're in.
The short, statured monk who hails from halfway around the world from the Southlands.
Makes his way along the parapet of the west wall of castle Measum. Towards the southwest corner tower of the large castle.
With his eye on the bitter rivals, the ork warleader and the former paladin.
Determined to make sure they don't come to blows against one another in the middle of the battle for the largest castle in all of southern Melaurn.
On what's another warm and sunny summer's day here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda.
In the area of the province the locals call the Corlinda Corner . . . . . .