Many factions live in these Lands. Humans, Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, and many other creatures that live high in the sky, as well as the ones that crawl beneath the ground. But a particular faction that mostly inhabits the Land of Dusk is the humans. They thrive like other factions; they survive on their own as scavengers, using their environment not as a source of life but as a source of strength. Resilience is their nature as well as the will to fight for what they want or need. Though they abuse their nature and may damage other factions due to their selfishness, even as there is good in them, their own greed easily corrupts them. These humans are prideful, though they think their race is superior, even if they are against the elegance of the Elves and the toughness of the Dwarves. So then there are times that they may fight wars they don't even know that they could finish, starting them just to fill their ego? Humans are intriguing; they live for the mystery of life, playing with their lives to feel a sense of pleasure or even ecstasy. Though now, for the first time, they will feel an unprecedented power that has been brought down to the Land of Dusk. As the last group of humans in the battlefield stand weary and tired, while some bleed from their head and their hands tremble from the pain in blocking heavy blows and striking away at tough skin, they catch their breathe standing their ground, hoping that reinforcements may arrive in time, as they've sent a request before dark the day before. Hope may be their last chance to survive, yet attempting to fight what's coming to them would not be ideal. Standing in the middle of the camp, two captains are commanding soldiers to hold their positions,
One shouts, "Archers, move behind us! Mind your distance!" The other also commands, "Soldiers to the front! Use those halberds to push the orcs back!" They form a circle around each other, soldiers at the front followed by the captains, and behind them are archers and a few light mages. Then, in the middle, there is a nobleman and his child being healed by the light mages. The orcs surround them, circling them, roaring at them, beating their chests, and slamming their weapons as they clang on the ground as if to assert dominance. The archers shoot through the openings in their defense, they injure a few orcs, some back away, and some charge in before meeting the halberds of the soldiers, breaking the halberds though being stabbed in the process. As the fight goes on, they all hear the sound of a war horn. The orcs pull back and drag their injured troops to safety,
The humans take a moment to breathe. The soldiers are relieved as they all drop on their knees, as one of them says, "Thank Raf, they're retreating!!", all of them groaning and panting as they are all exhausted. But something's not right, one of the captains asks, "Why would they retreat??" Taking a few more breaths before continuing, "They could've taken us just then…" takes one more breath in and says, "Why didn't they continue??"
But then suddenly the air changes in pressure as the aura coming from the undamaged west side defense is still standing from the attack, but empty as the two guards are gone. They all watch in fear, everyone quivering as their armor rattles at the sight of a large blood-stained axe that rises from down the hill as a small figure holds it in one hand and on its shoulder, walking up to the posts opening, she glares at all of them with her red, malicious eyes. They all quickly stand and form a tighter formation to defend the nobles. Though she hasn't made a move after seeing them, she stands tall in a confident stance as she shouts with a raspy, distorted voice of an orc and a woman's tone, "DID YOU REALLY THINK WE WOULD LET YOU ALL COME TO THESE GROUNDS UNNOTICED AGAIN?" As she drops the axe forward, it thuds to embed it to the ground, making the ground quake beneath them. She palms her fist as if punching her hand that cracks her knuckles, rolling her neck as it crackles while she grind with an awfully disturbing smile, the soldiers dart their heads to look at their captains and the captains does the same for nobleman, the nobleman stammers as he steps forward the dirt crunches, slowly walking to the front of the troops to buy time and attempt to negotiate to the confusing and strange hellish creature that is pitying them so that they may live another day then he speaks to her in an optimistic yet shaky tone,
"We no longer wish to fight! As we are weak and outmatched! Please let my people go as you have done enough damage on us", arms wide open while sweating profusely trying to grin as he uttered the words, " M-my name Adamac Conyahee, I am the nobleman in charge of keeping these men in line, but as you've already m-massacred most of the camp, shouldn't you not continue since you've already done the damage you seek and we will send the message?".
She throws her head back and laughs wildly, the kind of sound that makes the air around her feel wrong. Her shoulders shake, eyes glinting with something halfway between madness and release, then as she abruptly stops and lowers her arms, she glares in anger as her eyes burn into their souls, instilling fear and terror into them. She shrieks loudly, a sound cutting through the silence of the night, as her voice deepens slowly as it echoes throughout the camp and through the forest. The weight of her voice made them kneel. All of them couldn't hear themselves scream and yelp while covering their ears from the pain. She suddenly stopped shrieking as she yelled furiously,
"YOU HUNTED OUR ORCEN CHILDREN FOR SPORT, YOU DARE ATTEMPT TO PERSUADE ME NOT TO OBLITERATE YOU VERMIN!! YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH IT WITHOUT EXPECTING AN EXCHANGE FOR BLOOD?!",
She steps back grabbing her giant axe tight with one hand as she twist her stance then she swings it around destroying the large wooden pikes around her, some of the debris hit the men while the nobleman get knocked back and falls to his back, the nobleman's child kneels to his father crying out of fear while the captains attempt to keep their composer under all the pressure, nevertheless they stand weapons ready. She shouts in pure confidence, staring at the child of the noble
"HERE ME YOU WORM, I, THE SOLE GENERAL OF THE ABOMINATION ORCS, WILL ANSWER TO YOUR CRIMES WITH CRIMES OF MY OWN!",
soldiers' swords drawn and the archers aim while drawing their bows, and the mages start their incantations. But sadly, no matter how they stand, no matter what they do or what they say, their fate was already sealed once they had heard her shriek. All that is left is the child, wailing painfully in fear and sadness, as there are bodies all around him. Chopped in half, bleeding from large wounds, broken jaws, and twisted heads. It was not even a fair fight. Kneeling, the boy is trying to wake his father, even though his lower half is already gone. There crunching of dirt behind him, the dragging of a heavy axe, a crackle, and it slowly crept up behind him. The orc lady towers over the small boy, then the boy looks up from behind to see a monster covered in his father's and soldiers' blood. The boy is stunned, frozen yet quivering as he soils himself, crying. The boy runs screaming for help, hoping that someone will hear his cry. Though the orcen lady declares loudly,
"RUN BOY, TELL YOUR KINGDOM TO FEAR ME!! I AM PY'ARA OF THE ABOMINATION ORCS, REMEMBER ME AS DECIMATOR OF YOUR PEOPLE!!" The boy disappeared down the hill, a trail of pee, poop, and blood behind him. Py'ara lifts her axe and rests it on her shoulder, walking back the way she came.