Orc Wars Page #2

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Um, only his name, Richard Conrad.

Across the nine realms,

Conrad was known

as the Worldgate Sentinel.

The Wizard of Edenock.

That's what the other worlds

call this one.

They thought him a wizard

because this is the only world...

with advanced technology.

They could describe his weapons

in no other way than magic.

One night, when l was a boy,

the orcs came to our home

and slaughtered my family.

Richard Conrad came upon them...

as they took me back to the cave,

and killed them.

But not before they put out my eyes.

Richard Conrad took My Grandfather's

place as Worldgate Sentinel.

Just as you

have now taken Conrad's place.

My whole life, people have come to me

for protection...

Looking for me to be

some kind of a hero.

But it always ends the same way.

With their blood on my hands.

But you have been called here.

Because you are the only one, right now,

who can fight this fight.

l'm no Guardian.

l will look after her tonight.

You go home. Tomorrow is a new day.

Just one last question.

What do the orcs want with the girl?

That, l do not know.

l'm missing an orc.

Dammit.

At last!

Do not fail me again.

Attack!

What did you do to that girl?

l can smell your true self now, wizard...

Fear.

You are weakness.

Why Orc-Kind fear your magic,

l do not...

How about that magic?

Weakness.

Do l need to repeat the question?

lt was Grolock.

She sleeps, nothing more.

How many more

of you are out there in my woods?

Only we few scouts.

But soon, many hordes.

Then we will feed on your fear,

and on your pain.

We will cleave your marrow

and bathe in your blood.

Keep your answers to the point.

Why are you after the girl?

What is she to you?

You make jest of me?

Damnation!

You were saying?

The princess is the last

of the Havenock Elven bloodline;

creatures of high magic,

who were sacrificed

to the Dragon-born Gods

by the Undead Sisters

of Wurgisnacht.

With the blood of this last elf,

the Worldgates will once again

be opened forever more,

and the nine worlds will be ripe

for conquest and plunder.

Soon, my brothers will be here,

and they will come in force.

And after they have fed on your face,

they will find the girl

and they will strip her naked...

and carve her flesh

with gullies of blood.

Then they will cut the skin

from her feet...

and stand her on a crown of daggers,

until every drop of her precious blood

is drained from her body.

The hell they will.

They are already here.

Good talk.

Whitefeather?

What do you see?

l see one.

The gun.

Point this end toward the orc,

then pull that lever.

l am quit of fleeing.

Come taste the flavor

or your death, beasts!

Hurry! This way!

Get to Norton's house.

l will hold them here.

- No, Whitefeather. Wait!

- Go!

There will be enough blood

for the sacrifice if we feather her here.

Fire!

Hang on!

After her!

What happened to Whitefeather?

Here!

Just keep this pressed down,

right there.

- Right there.

- John Norton!

- This is a very bad idea!

- Take it!

- John Norton!

- Just do it!

- Faster!

- l'm trying!

Stay close.

Aw, hell.

What?

My orc got away.

Take this.

Wait.

Lets go.

Alright, you unpleasant

smelling bastards,

just come a little bit closer.

What was that?

Go!

This isn't really magic, is it?

l'll have your head on a pike!

l'll have your heart

for dinner, wizard!

Anytime, you son of a b*tch.

So how long do we have before

that cave opens again?

The Worldgates between

Edenock and Nemis...

only opens when the mirror moons

are closest in their skies.

You'd think,

with it being astronomical,

it could be calculated somehow.

lt is the work of the wizards.

That term seems to be getting

kicked around pretty easily lately,

maybe there's not all

that much to it.

John Norton.

Thank you for keeping me safe.

Forget it.

lt is said that the Sentinel

is not only a great warrior,

but also a great protector.

Those in need often gravitate

to them for safety...

even before they are the Sentinel.

Well, you're not safe yet.

This is your destiny, John Norton.

There is no doubt.

- May we come in?

- Whitefeather!

You live?

l think we have a respite

from the onslaught,

for the time being.

Who are you?

- Scooter.

- l found him in the woods.

He was... crying.

What are these things?

- They're orcs.

- Orcs?!

No need to say anything,

l already know

l'm damn good looking.

lndeed you are.

Ok, ok, l got an idea. Let's run.

We gotta get out of here!

We can go somewhere safe,

somewhere they'll never find us,

like New Mexico.

We're not running.

We could drive.

Leeroy's dead now,

l could probably borrow his truck.

Look, go if you want.

But this stops here.

All l wanted was to be left alone.

To have a place of my own,

a sanctuary, but no.

They brought their war here,

to my home.

So when they come,

l'm going to be ready for them.

But how will we know

when they come back?

Wait here.

Hey, uh, do you need any help?

Yes l do.

Speak.

Your highness, the preparations

are progressing as planned.

More clans are arriving every hour.

Excellent.

We loathe to ask, Excellency,

but when will the other Sisters

of Wurgisnacht be arriving?

My sisters are gone,

murdered by the Aynherjor

on their long journey.

l am the last of the Wurgisnacht.

Looks like we're pretty much clear,

as far as l can see.

The stars are so different here.

Really?

Edenock is a strange place.

l don't know. l kinda like it.

lt's a very noble place.

Norton was right,

this isn't your fight.

Why don't you go, and be safe?

Maybe it is my fight.

Seems to me

that if someone's in danger,

it wouldn't be right to just

walk away and leave them.

Especially when a beautiful

princess is what's in danger.

l'm coming in.

- l see you. Come on in.

- Norton is here?

l think everything's set.

Ok. You know what to do.

lf everyone keeps their head

and does their part,

we've got a chance.

When we attack this tree line,

right here,

we have to keep them off balance,

confused and divided

with some shock and awe.

lf they get any opportunity

to attack us all at once,

we're dead meat.

l just wish we had something bigger,

something that could handle

larger numbers.

Any estimate on how many orcs

we may be facing?

One can pass many troops through

a Worldgate in 23 minutes.

And there is no shortage

of orcs in Nemis.

Well, after tomorrow there will be.

You speak like a man who has embraced

his destiny, John Norton.

This is a good omen.

To be completely honest,

l'm not 100%

sure all of this is real.

l keep thinking maybe l'm in some VA

hospital somewhere in a coma,

and all this is just a dream.

Or maybe l didn't make it back

from the war.

Maybe l'm really dead,

and this is my Hell.

Unfortunately, John Norton,

l am not qualified

to tell you otherwise.

Hey, who's Jenny?

What's juggernaut?

Let me see that.

l'll be back.

Ready!

Destroy them!

Rawhead!

lt's the elf! She's at the cottage.

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