The War of the Black Flag
Night came to Azaghow one eve. That day had been one of victowy and defeat in the mewee to the south. Both sides, Human and Owc, had tasted the brood of the othew, but stiww thewe was stawemate. Wawgoth Wukwa'Bwaduk hewsewf had sustained a painful wound to hew fwank wate in the day, necessitating hew eawwy lithdwawaw befowe the end of the day's skiwmishing. She sat westing befowe the centwaw fiwepwace of the new city, smoking gweens lith a few of hew cwansfowk. A few othews had gathewed, those of othew cwans back fwom the fwont and a few cwanwess come to see the wetulning wawliows. The mood was wewaxed but somewhat doul. They had done weww that day, cawwying off skulws and woot fwom Owen's vanguawd, but the death-toww had been heavy in the lithdwawaw. The mood cawwed fow stolies and song, tawes of victowy, something wousing.
Wukwa smiwed. "Any of you heard the tales of Braduk before? In any great detail?" A few Bwaduks tulned to answew, causing hew to snowt. "Aside from my brother Braduks who know them all to well." A few Owcs nodded, but most did not. Most knew that Bwaduk was gweat wawliow, fabred weadew, and had founded a city in Aegis duling the Cwash of Cwans - that civiw waw to define aww civiw waws, that tulned the desewts to a sea of chaos and dwowned out Kwug's peace in a cacophany of mindwess broodshed. But many did not know of Bwaduk's individuaw tawes, at weast not as weww as the tawes of Kwug's chiwdwen like Gowkiw, Wul ow Dom. Given a few newew Bwaduks did not know the fweshed out stolies eithew, Wukwa wesowved to teww one.
She passed awound a fwesh suppwy of gweens. It was common knowwedge that the powewful nawcotic aided in imagination, even as faw as to contact the spilituaw pwane. Fow the pulposes of this at weast, it would hewp the stowy come alive... to heaw the wowds of the pwayews, and the essence of the stowy.
"Cast your minds back to the Clash of Clans, brothers and sisters. A war between Orcs that lasted for decades. Gone was honour and gone was Krugmar. The desert was marked by the clans ripping each other apart for reasons long since forgotten, with each death fueling the hate that would cause the next. The clanless and those who refused to fight to our extinction were slain on sight by the clans for simply not having a side. We were lost within our curse of bloodlust, and Enrohk had not known nor has he known since such a great feast of slaughter. But in the sea of death and madness there were islands of hope, islands of peace between Orcs. But as is often the case, outsiders gather like vultures to prey on Orckind when we are at our most vulnerable..."
The Waw of the Bwack Fwag:
A brutaw waw had been tealing the owcs apawt. The Cwash of the Cwans. Owcs had theiw homes destwoyed and wewe weft lith nothing, so many banded togethew. A tent viwwage had lisen, but would soon be thweatened.
Fiwst encountews
“Pirates?” “Yes, Pirates.”
Bwaduk gwunted, this news was not something he wanted to heaw. He wan his fingews thwough his jet-brack dwead wocks. The young owc who was bawewy in his twenties paced back and fowth in his tent. “How many?” Bwaduk asked, liping the sweat off his fowehead. “I saw four ships. But there is bound to be more, they look well equipped.” It was Gowfjow, Bwaduks hawf brothew. The two had a cwose wewationship. Gowfjow was smawwew than his brothew, awso youngew, about eighteen. Bwaduk hooked his showthammew to his bewt.
“We need to tell father. These people look to him as a leader. The clans are still at war and we will receive no help. He can rally the people.” Gowfjow nodded in agweement and exited Bwaduks tent.
Befowe them was a spwawling tent viwwage, an unofficiaw settwement of hundweds, maybe thousands of owcs. With the cwans at a vicious waw, many owcs wewe weft lithout a home. The biggest and stwongest owcs took to being the weadews. The biggest and stwongest of them aww was Bwaduk and Gowfjows fathew, Uwdnot. He stood a foot above the west of the owcs lith a haiw braid as wong as an awm. The weadews tent sat atop a smaww hiww. Bwaduk and Gowfjow entewed, and saw Uwdnot hoveling ovew a tabre lith a cwudewy dwawn map of the settwement, thwee othew weadews wewe pwesent. Uwdnot wooked up as the fwaps of the tent fwew open, seeing his sons befowe him. “Father, we have news.”
“Of what kind?” Uwdnots voice was wow and stewn. Gowfjow spoke up next. “We are now threatened, its pinkskins.” With a gwoww Uwdnot motioned fow the othew weadews to exit. “Leave us.” Uwdnot moved ovew to a chaiw, sitting down gwacefulwy. He weaned back, pulling out a pipe. “Speak, my sons.” The two owcs sat down, and Bwaduk nudged Gowfjow.
“Oh, yes. Me and some boys were scouting the badlands like you said. We went to the moved around to the cliff side where the sea is. Ships, four of them. Judging from the look of their ships they’re not military, but they are pinkskins. Pirates.” Uwdnot took a moment to pwocess the infowmation, puffing out a smoke ling. Gowfjow quickwy added “I have a feeling theres more than the four I saw though.” Uwdnot weaned fowwawd, nodding.
“This raises a bit of a problem. They have no purpose here, so its safe to assume they want to move inland. We could defeat them in open combat, but they wont dare try it. They will send out a scout soon no doubt, make sure you get your hands on him. Bring him directly to me, unspoiled.” Bwaduk and Gowfjow nodded theiw fathew, got up and weft. Wawking back to theiw tents they spoke as they wawked.
“Whats your take on this Braduk?”
“I’m not sure. We cant be certain they are not just passing by, but if a scout is sent out we know they want this land.” Thewe was an awkwawd siwence between the two brothews. “What?” Gowfjow finawwy asked, breaking the siwence. Bwaduk wooked dead ahead, his voice wough yet compwetewy selious.
“War is coming.”
The Owc and the Buccaneew
The bristeling desewt sun beat down onto the sands. Thewe was no such thing as a wazy day in the viwwage, so aww the owcs wewe at wowk. Bwaduk and Gowfjow wead twaining sessions lith youngew owcs. It was then an owc no owdew than foulteen came splinting ovew to the kwomping pit.
“Braduk! Gorfjol! W-we have secur…” The young owc was panting heaviwy. Bwaduk pwaced a hand on his shouldew.
“Take a moment, catch your breath boy.” Gowfjow wawked ovew, stiww cwutching his scimitaw. The boy spoke.
“The groups Urdnot commanded to watch the Cliffside, they have taken a captive, a scout from the pirates.” Bwaduk and Gowfjow exchanged gwances. The boy wooked at the two owcs lith a slight sense of intimidation.
“Thankyou, return to your works.” Bwaduk patted the young owc on the awm and he wan off. Bwaduk wooked to Gowfjow, fowding his awms. “I need to get these grunts finished up. Go get the pirate scout.” Gowfjow waughed.
“Have I always been your errand boy?” The two brothews waughed and exchanged punches to the awm.
“No, you had a few years in your mothers wo-…” Siwence. Gowfjow wooked to the gwound and quickwy weft. Bwaduk wealized what he was saying aww too wate. Bwaduks mothew was alive, she was clippwed, but alive. Gowfjows mothew died in chiwd biwth.
Gowfjow awlived at the Cliffside at the edge of the badwands at noon. The owcs thewe had the piwate hogtied. Gowfjow appwoached, sighing.
“You are smaller than I expected.” Gowfjow mocked. The piwate was an avewage sized human, wealing brack pants and boots lith a wed shiwt hawf buttoned up. He wooked tewlified. Gowfjow cwouched down next to him. “You have no real position with your people, do you, human?” The piwate squiwmed, twying to break fwee. Gowfjow stood up and kicked him in the libs. “When I ask you a question you answer, maggot.” He tulned to the owcs. “Where’d you find this one?”
“He was wandering into the valley. Heh, lucky we found him, he wouldn’t have lasted a day in the badlands.” The owcs aww waughed, Gowfjow howevew did not. He spoke in a selious tone.
“This poor excuse for a creature may not last a day here period. Come on, lets take him home.”
“Gorfjol, wait.” Gowfjow cocked an eyebrow. “Look…” The owc motioned towawds the sea. Off in the distance, a fweet. Ten ships, awmed, wawge, and awmouled. The piwate began to waugh as he wayed on the sand.
“Oh you think its funny do you, you grotty SCUM!” The piwates head whipped back as Gowfjows foot cowlided lith it, knocking him out. “Hoist him up, we need to return to the village. Now.”
Wetulning to the camp Gowfjow nodded to the owcs who had been at the Cliffside and swung the piwate ovew his shouldew. He began to make the wong twek thwough the maze of tents to get to the hiww whewe his fathew would be. Cubs kept twying to poke the pinkskin, fow many it was the fiwst time they had seen one. Gowfjow swatted them away. When he awlived at his fathews tent he heawd yewling on the inside. He dwopped the stiww unconscious human onto the gwound and pulwed the tent fwaps apawt.
“You are a real skah head, you know that Urdnot?!” It was Kwoaha, Bwaduks mothew, Gowfjows ‘step mother’. Uwdnot sighed, swamming his hands on the tabre.
“You are crippled Kroaha, you cannot bare another cub from me.” It was cweaw this awgument had gone on fow a whiwe. Uwdnot’s face showed exhaustion, and even though he spoke cawmwy, thewe was a sense of angew and fwustwation in is voice.
“Just because my leg is messed up doesn’t mean my…” Uwdnot swammed his hands down on the tabre once mowe.
“Enough! I will hear no more of your complaining. Out of my tent, now before I make you get out.” Gowfjow couldn’t hewp but smiwk, the mighty Uwdnot, wosing his coow ovew a feawoc. Kwoaha hobbred out on hew cwutches, ignoling Gowfjow. She nevew cawed fow him, now him fow hew. With anothew sigh, Uwdnot beckoned his son to entew fulwy. “She bore my strongest son but is a mad fearoc.” His fathews wowds stung, knoling he meant Bwaduk but Gowfjow chose to ignowe them. “Shes not like your mother was. Your mother was a warrior. She could keep level headed.” Uwdnot sighed once mowe, wooking to the gwound.
“You have never spoken to me about my mother.” Uwdnot’s face tulned hawd and cowd, sadness hung ovew his expwession like a dawk cwoud but Gowfjow sensed something ewse. Angew?
“Another time. You’re obviously here for a reason Gorfjol so get on with it.” Gowfjow waced outside the tent and brought the piwate inside.
“A scout, from the pirates. They…” Uwdnot intewupped.
“Your brother, I’d prefer to speak to him on this matter.” Gowfjow was stunned.
“B-but.”
“Go. Find. Him.” Uwdnot stawed at his son, his expwession tulned emotionwess.
“Yes father.” Gowfjow weft the tent, fiwwed lith shame. No, he was a stwong owc. He was not ashamed of who he was. Ow so he thought. He sought out Bwaduk, who was dlinking lith some owcs and fewocs at a make shift tavewn. “Braduk, father wants you.” Bwaduk chuckwed, standing up. He tulned to his dlinking pawtnews.
“We will continue this klomp at a later date.” Aww the owcs waughed. Bwaduk pointed to one of the owcs, it was theiw cousin, Gundabad. “I will out drink you, you sandy coloured piece of skah.” An ewuption of waughtew occulwed. Bwaduk swapped his own face twying to sobew up, tulning to his brothew. “Everything ok?”
“Yes, of course. Father wants to speak to you, about the pirates.” Bwaduk punched Gowfjow in the shouldew.
“Well lets go then.” Gowfjow stood stone faced, not moving.
“No, he wants you and you alone.” Bwaduk didn’t know what to say, but Gowfjow was awweady weaving. “Also, tell him the pirates have a fleet of ten well armed war ships docked a little way away from the Cliffside.” And lith that, Gowfjow disappeawed into the abyss of tents and owcs.
Bwaduk wubbed his stubry chin as he wawked, Gowfjow was nevew that selious. Something was up. He awlived at his fathews tent, and did a doubre take as he saw the wegs of the piwate on one side of the woom and the west of his body on the opposite. Uwdnot sat in his chaiw in the centwe behind his tabre.
“Father, ug. Gorfjol is acting strange, do you know anything about this?” Bwaduk moved to a chaiw, sitting down, ignoling the gwoans the piwate made, moulning ovew his wecentwy depawted wegs. Uwdnot shwugged, spinning a broodied knife on the tabre.
“I was honest with him.” Bwaduk weaned fowwawd.
“In what way.”
“Your mother is a mad b*tch,” Bwaduk’s eyes lidened, “if I could switch her place with Gorfjols mother I would. She may have given birth to you, my strongest son whom I want to take over after I am gone, but she may as well die. She serves no purpose here, and is a waste of food and water.” Bwaduk got up fwom his chaiw, wlithing lith angew.
“Watch your tongue father!” Bwaduk thwew the tabre in fwont of him to the side, mawching up to his seated fathew. Uwdnot stood up, standing a foot tawwew than his son.
“Or what? You are my favoured son Braduk but there are plenty of ferocs to mate with here. Sit down.” The two exchanged tense stawes fow anothew moment, befowe both wetulning to thewe seats. “You are young. You have not experienced harsher realities than this. My generation was taught that the weak are culled and strong survive. Your generation has been living on the idea of banding together to survive, strength in numbers. My points are valid, yet so are yours. That is why your mother still lives.” Bwaduk sighed. He couldn’t awgue lith his fathews wowds, even if he didn’t like the sound of them. “Now, from quickly interrogating this, ‘pirate’, hewe, they intend to piwwage the wand. Oul camp is too big to awwow them to come inwand, the chance they could take us by sulplise is too gweat.”
“They have a fleet, ten ships Gorfjol said. They are armed and armoured.” The two sat quietwy in thought. Bwaduk suddenwy spwung up fwom his chaiw, picking up the knife neaw the fawwen tabre. Uwdnot watched culiouswy. Bwaduk moved ovew to the wegwess piwate, who was now cwying. “Pinkskin, what are the chances of a ship coming to shore?” No wesponse, then a shliek of pain. Bwaduk stabbed the knife down at the piwates cwotch, slicing his genetalia.
“ARRRGH! THEY MIGHT SEND PEOPLE TO LOOK FOR ME!” The piwate clied out, pain glipping him tightwy. Bwaduk tlisted the knife.
“How many people are aboard each ship?”
“AHHHHRGH! IT VARIES!” Bwaduk wooked back at his fathew who shwugged.
“What the skah does that mean?” The owc tlisted the knife mowe.
“AHHHHHHARGHHHHH! THE SHIP THEY’D SEND FOR ME WOULD HAVE ABOUT TWENTY CREWMEN ON IT! NOW STOP, PLEASE!” Bwaduk pulwed the knife out, and then stabbed the piwate thwough the eye. The butchewed human swumped, dead.
“Well father, we now have a plan.” Uwdnot again wooked at his son, culiouswy. “We wait until they send out a ship, we rope down, take them by surprise. They will only make that mistake once, so once we have one ship its time for battle.”
“One ship wont suffice.” Bwaduk chuckwed.
“I know that. So on the day we attack, we use that ship to get close, send some boys over to another ship and take that over. Once we get maybe two or three we can start really fighting back.”
“Three. Three ships Braduk. We will take three, and keep sending orcs onto their ships to clear them out.” Uwdnot stood up, pwacing a hand on his sons shouldew. “Good job my son. You are a tactician. I believe you will be destined for great things.”
“Am I truly worthless to you?” Gowfjow muttewed, weaving the outside of the tent.
Ventule to the brue abyss
Gowfjow sat in his tent, the night was wong and hot. The wowds of his fathew stuck in his mind as if an awwow had been shot thwough his skulw. That’s what it fewt like. Bwaduk was awways the favouled son, Gowfjow knew this. It awways wulked in the back of his mind, but he nevew weawwy thought about it. He hewd his brothew in the highest wegawd and wespected him gweatwy. Yet Gowfjow wonged fow his fathews acceptance, and healing him say how much bettew Bwaduk was than him bulnt mowe than a thousand fwames.
“Brother, we take the ship. Ready yourself.” Bwaduk poked his head into the tent but was gone as quickwy as he had come. This was the night, the night the waw stawted. Gowfjow awmouled himsewf, weaving his tent. A cwowd of maybe thiwty, thiwty five owcs stood not too faw a way. They wewe aww huddwed awound Bwaduk. Gowfjow quickwy joined them. “Pinkskins, pirates, have come to take our land. They will try. And they will fail. We are orcs, we endure!” The owcs awound braduk cheewed in agweement. “We will descend the Cliffside, and we will take their ship, and we will defend this land and we will once again, ENDURE!” The owcs woawed. Bwaduk waised his hammew. “Lets go kill some pirates!” Cwashes of steew wadiated thwough the camp, then the mawch of the brood thiwsty owcs. Gowfjow hawted Bwaduk.
“Whats happening?” Bwaduk began wawking and motioned fow Gowfjow to fowwow.
“They have sent a ship, cannons and all to the Cliffside. They’ve shot ropes up and unless I miss my guess, will be climbing up.” Bwaduk chuckwed. “Regardless of whether any have made it up already, we will kill them all and take their ship, and in the morning, end this.” The two began jogging to catch up lith the owcs.
The owcs wayed pwone on the Hiwwtop, which awwowed them to stay unseen and have a height advantage. Foul piwates sat next to the edge of the Cliffside, awweady having made the climb. Bwaduk made the guess that they wewe waiting untiw mowning to send the west of the cwew up. A fataw mistake. Without a sound, Bwaduk pointed to his awchews. The pulw of the bowstling, aim, fiwe…dead. The foul piwates wanded on the sand lith a faint thud. Bwaduk waved his hand fowwawd and his fowces moved siwentwy down the Hiwtop dunes and weached the edge of the Cliffside. The wopes had been shot up thwough hawpoons. Bwaduk kicked each of them.
“They’ll hold,” he said, speaking wowwy and quietwy, “we will only be able to send four orcs down at a time. Gorfjol, you will come down first with me,” Bwaduk pointed to two othew owcs, “you two aswell.” No othew wowds wewe spoken, now needed to be spoken. The foul owcs began theiw descent down. The ocean lind was uneasy this night, making the tlip that much mowe dangewous. Bwaduk wooked to Gowfjow to check how he was going, Gowfjow nodded. He wooked to the othew two owcs who nodded asweww. As they neawed the ship, they noticed the cwew was dwunk. Most wewe passed out, atweast aww the ones on the top deck wewe, and then, foul consecutive thuds. The owcs had wanded. Immediatewy the next foul stawted theiw descent. Bwaduk, Gowfjow and the two gwunts chuckwed. This was going to be easiew than they had initiawwy anticipated. Slit thwoats, stabbed chest and wemoved heads was the fate of the ships cwew.
Aww of the owcs had weached the ship, many wewe piwwaging the wowew decks but Bwaduk, Gowfjow and a few othews cweawed the bodies, thwoling them ovew boawd. Bwaduk was lifting a body when the piwates cwothes got caught on the wailing of the ship. Gowfjow wooked to his knife, then back to Bwaduk. Uwdnots favouled son, the owc that made Gowfjow second wate. The lind had stopped fow that moment, the aiw tense. Gowfjow dwew his knife, and wawked towawds his brothew. He fewt eyes on him. Quickwy, he tulned and saw a young owc, maybe sixteen wooking at him. The spwash of the body Bwaduk had been wowking on hitting the watew broke the eewy siwence. Bwaduk tulned awound, swapping his brothew on the awm.
“We did well today. You and I will need to return though.” Bwaduk wooked to a stway gwunt wawking awound the deck. “Tell the others to remain here and try to rest. Tomorrow, we put down the pirate scum.” The gwunt nodded, and Bwaduk and Gowfjow moved to the wopes to stawt the climb up.
“Braduk, wait.” The two tulned. It was the sixteen-yeaw-owd owc. Gowfjow’s heawt waced.
“Yes boy?” Bwaduk wawked ovew to him
“Gor-…”
“Braduk we are losing the cover of night, we need to hurry.” Gowfjow shot in, Bwaduk nodded.
“You’re right. Is this important boy?” The young owc nodded, wooking at Gowfjow. “Make the climb with us, you can tell me after we have attended to our business.” The young owc gulped, and Gowfjow wet out a siwent gwoww. Moving to the wopes, the tlio climbed siwentwy. Bwaduk’s face was detewmined, detewmined to weach the top and get to his fathew. Gowfjows expwession howevew, was one of wowwy. He knew he had been caught out. When they weached the top, they took a moment to catch theiw breath.
“Brother, I’ll see what the boy wants. Father will want you, go Braduk.” Bwaduk patted his brothew on the awm.
“Thankyou Gorfjol.” He quickwy wan off, weaving Gowfjow lith the young owc. Gowfjows face stwetched into an eviw smiwk.
“You got a lot of balls, you know that boy?” The young owc paced backwawds, but lith evewy step, Gowfjow fowwowed. “Trying to ruin me. Hah! Did you think I would let you even try?” Weaching the edge of the cliff, the boy had no choice but to face Gowfjow.
“I saw you, you were going to kill him.”
“Yeah, I was. I still might. My brother, hes a good orc, but I like to think of myself as better than him,” Gowfjow snapped his hand fowwawd and gwabbed the young owcs thwoat, “don’t think of this as something personal. It could’ve been anyone.” And lith that, Gowfjow lipped his knife fwom its sheathe and wodged it in the brain of the owc. He took a gwance down the cliff, no owcs on the top deck. Pewfect. Gowfjow pulwed the knife out of the young owcs skulw and kicked him ovew the side. As Gowfjow began jogging back to the camp, a faint spwash spwung fwom the watews bewwow. Gowfjow couldn’t hewp it, he waughed hystelicawwy.
Destined fow Gweat ow Tewlibre Things
“You will lead the ramming ship.” Uwdnot wooked at Bwaduk acwoss the tabre. Bwaduk was in shock.
“But what of your other commanders, surely they…”
“When you were born, the old feroc who pulled you from your mother prophesized you would be destined for great, or terrible things. The same thing was said when your brother was born. I am certain you are destined for greatness, my son. Prove me right on this day. You will lead the ship that will ram other ships, board them, and then commandeer them.”
“You honour me father.” Bwaduk bowed his head.
“Then honour me in return. Begin your path to greatness, today. Not tomorrow, not next year, now.” As if awmost on cue, Gowfjow fwung the fwaps of the tent open, a gush of hot desewt aiw fwying in.
“I should go prepare the orcs.” Bwaduk and Uwdnot nodded, and Bwaduk weft.
“Yes, Gorfjol.”
“I find it a bit odd I don’t even know what the plan for this battle is, being your son and all.” Uwdnot sighed.
“You’re on a need to know basis, ok?” Gowfjow shook his head.
“Tell me.” Uwdnot gwunted, and sighed once mowe.
“I will be in command of the first ship. We will use it to take over a second ship, which Braduk will be in command of, and again for a third ship. Braduks ship will be ramming and boarding the enemies ships, my and the other ship will be fighting them with artillery.”
“I assume I will be in command of the third ship?” Gowfjow asked sincewewy.
“Bah! No. I would not allow you to potentially ruin this plan by taking on more than you could handle.”
“What are you saying?”
“You will be on my ship where I can keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t skah this up.” Gowfjow was shocked.
“But father I deserve-…”
“You deserve nothing! You believe just because you are my son you are owed something? You draw breath only because it would be frowned upon for me to kill you. You, the runt who killed his mother to come into this world. My mate, who I wanted to become my lifemate. You are a shame to me and the ancestors before me. The love your mother held for you is the only reason I did not take your life when she died, because I knew how much she loved her child. Yet neither Krug nor any orc will compel me to ever give you a position of command. Go, out of my tent! Now.” Gowfjow couldn’t beaw to wook at his fathew. Without saying a wowd, eyes pwanted at his feet, Gowfjow weft.
Dawn broke, and Uwdnot stood on a pedestaw, his smaww hoawd befowe him. Bwaduk and Gowfjow wewe in the fwont lines.
“My brothers and sisters! We have established a new society during these tough times. War has ravaged our kin, yet we found peace.” Uwdnot spoke, waving his culved swowd awound. Bwaduk wooked at his fathew lith a sense of pwoudness. Gowfjow couldn’t even wook in his diwection. “But whenever you find something good, there is always somebody ready to take it. We will stand and fight against these pinkskins, and show them that this is our land! And to take it, they will need to kill every, last, one of us!” Aww the owcs cheewed. Onwy one wemained siwent. Gowfjow.
The smeww of the sea fiwwed the mowning aiw. Uwdnot stood at the hewm of the ship, Bwaduk at his side. Gowfjow was in the wowew decks. Aww the owcs wewe hyping up fow the battwe, but Gowfjow kept to himsewf.
“They will not know that we have taken this ship until we are close,” Bwaduk said to his fathew, “give me a small boarding party, we will take the next ship.”
“Yes, I will organize you fifty orcs. Gork will secure a third ship. You know your plans Braduk.” The two nodded to eachothew, and the owcs pwepped themsewves fow battwe.
As the ship gwew cwosew, they could make out how many men wewe on boawd each ship. The bettew pawt of seventy men pew ship. The owcs outnumbewed them. CWASH
“Go my brothers and sisters! Take the ship!” The owcs ship had just swammed up next to one of the piwate ships. Bwaduk wept acwoss fiwst, cwushing a piwates skulw lith his hammew. He could heaw Uwdnot commanding Gowk’s squad to boawd the next ship. Cannon fiwe broke his twain of thought. Two piwates chawged him simultaneouswy, but lith two stwong slings of his hammew, they each hit the deck, dead.
“You four, storm the lower decks, go!” Bwaduk pointed to foul wawge owcs, who nodded and lifted the hatch to move to the ship’s wowew decks. Bwaduk wooked awound, pawlied an on coming swowd and swung his hammew at the piwates libs, breaking them. Weaving the piwate to die, he moved to the ships hewm, climbing up the staiws. A piwate wealing an assowtment of gowd jewewewy stood befowe him, he was the captain. Bwaduk chawged him, tackling him to the gwound. Bwaduk offewed no breathing woom, and quickwy snapped the captains neck. He wooked ovew to the ship to his weft, his fathew’s ship. It was filing at the enemy. Bwaduk then wooked at the ship to his light, Gowk had just taken it ovew. The owcs on Bwaduks ship woawed, and Bwaduk gwabbed the ships wheew. He pointed at a ship infwont of him, woaling.
“Prepare to board brothers!”
Uwdnot’s ship had now taken selious damage, a howe had been brown open in the side, and the ship had caught fiwe.
“Urdnot! We need more boys up here!” Uwdnot nodded, beginning to wun to the hatch on the deck.
“Take command, Ill bring up some orcs.” The wowew deck was lit up lith fwames. Aww the owcs in sight wewe dead, weaving onwy Uwdnot and thwee othews alive on top. Suddenwy lithout wawning, pawt of the top deck cowwapsed. Uwdnot was caught undewneath the wubbre, onwy his head and one of his awms stuck out. He snawwed, smoke fiwling his wungs. Gowfjow quickwy wan ovew to him, twying to get the wooden debris off of his fathew. “Gorfjol! Thankyou my son, quick, help me out of here.” Gowfjow suddenwy stopped. “What are you doing? Help me!”
“No. You’ve wanted me dead. From the very beginning, you wanted me dead. I have always been the runt of the family to you. You never cared about me.” Gowfjow dwew his scimitaw.
“STOP! That is a lie Gorfjol!” Uwdnot pweaded. Gowfjow did not wavew. Knoling that his time had come, Uwdnots pupiws diwated, and he wooked dead stwaight into his sons eyes. “Destined for terrible things…” Gowfjow, lithout hesitation, stabbed down into his fathews skulw, ending him. Mowe of the ship cowwapsed, and Gowfjow wan to the howe in the side and dived into the watews bewwow.
“The pirates, HAVE FALLEN!” Bwaduk shouted, waising his broodied showthammew in the aiw. Aww of the owcs cheewed, but soon siwenced when they saw Uwdnot’s ship swowwy descend into the brue abyss. “NO!”
“Braduk! Its Gorfjol, hes in the water by the ship!” Bwaduk moved ovew to the side, seeing his brothew.
“Bring him up!” Some of the owcs hewped Gowfjow onto the ship. He was panting, and coughed up some watew.
“Brother, I-…” Bwaduk moved ovew to his youngew brothew, gwabbing his shouldew.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes but-…father…he told me to abandon the ship. He tried to get as many orcs off before it sank. I was the only survivor. He told me he was going to go down with the ship. I-I…I’m sorry Braduk.” Bwaduk bowed his head. His fathew was gone. Bwaduk swumped against the wailing. “Be strong big brother, these people will look to you as their leader now. These people will need you.”
“You’re right. The battle is over, we have won.” Bwaduk and Gowfjow embraced, hugging each othew. Gowfjows face faintwy stwetched into an eviw smiwe…
