The orc slaver Marcok shouted at the orc’s in a crude form of common, “Hurry it up, we need more slaves to do the work or you guys will be doing it.”
Franticly the orc’s moved into the clearing preparing to lunch there attack against a near-by farmstead. The Marcok grabbed his club *some of his fellow orc's would say small tree but last one to point that out got the end of it*.
Marcok suddenly felt his hair stand on end just before a blast of lightning arched from the sky and exploded in the middle of the gathered orc’s sending them flying in all directions.
From the other side of the clearing out strode a High Elf covered in plate mail wielding a Dual handed blade almost as big as Marcok’s club, beside him appeared a Human half naked and covered in tattoos but then Marcok’s eyes widened as a pure white Kerra approached resting her hand on the elf’s shoulder.
“Hey shammy you get the white one, we’ll take care of the rest,” shouted Marcok as he and his boys charged in. Tattooed man was leaping and striking through out the orc’s formation but what caught Marcok’s eye was the elf, the speed at which he moved and struck was un earthly several orc’s fall before Marcok managed to close in on him.
Caught unaware the elf was struck by Marcok’s powerful swing armour plating buckled under the blow and the elf gasped for air as blood flowed through the mangled metal. Softly the Kerra spoke and the bleeding stopped and the elf was at the ready once more.
A smile arose on Marcok's face as the kerra grabbed for her neck where a dark mist had suddenly appear and began to choke her. With so few orc’s left he pushed the advantaged and charged in once more, then suddenly the mist disappeared and the kerra regained her breathe, risking a glance over his shoulder Marcok saw the Shaman face down on the ground a small cloaked figure on his back wiping clean a blade.
Searing blistering pain shot through Marcok’s entire body a pillar of flames surrounding him, his lungs burned, flesh boiled before the darkness took him………
