| High Lord Sithe is…not happy with the current situation at hand!
With only a mere one in ten of his people across the Portal between
the world that the Others had forced them to retreat to, something horribly
wrong had occurred. The Portal had exploded….killing a good handful of
his best magic benders! Furthermore, nothing that the surviving fools did
could re-establish the link back! It was as if….the magical transportation
system of Terra…was gone!
There was enough for building and breeding…..but this threw Sithe's
grand plans of a sweeping revenge upon the Prey into the cooking fires.
This raid he'd put together to take this human city in what he hear
is called Aqualaria should prove to boost moral AND to be very profitable!
Dark gods below! If it gets any worse, he might have to take drastic
measures! Doing things like his EARLY ancestors did, when the orc race
was small in number and weak…….
He had the numbers, and he knew that these…amazons…didn't stand a chance.
Some disease had seriously weakened their numbers, the scryings had said…..
Slithe sat upon his heavy mount, smiling at pleasant thoughts of blood
and guts when…..
BANG!
He starts, and is about to ask his aid what that was when a chorus of
explosions similar to the last….mixed in with surprisingly high pitched
(for an orc) screams of terror, come from up ahead. Dozens of warriors
come streaming past him, running for all they are worth….followed by dozens
of male and female humans carrying some odd type weapons.
He begins to shout to his retreating male and female orcs to stand their
grounds to these weakling humans, when a raven haired female human stops
and points one of those strange devices at him!
It seems to flash, and suddenly the Orcen lord feels like someone had
driven a fist into his stomach. He looks down and sees….green blood….and
then he feels the beginning of agony…..
He croaks out an order to retreat, and spends the next week recovering
and listening to grim reports of similar incidents happening to other raiding
parties.
"Perhaps….we need to go back to alliance with less…..savory humans?"
Slithe asks himself before falling asleep.
Later that week, at a what will be a wedding (and much more)
"Can't really blame Fred and Astra 5 for not wanting to join in on the
colonizing fun," Probe whispers to Dragon Synizn (in man form). "After
all, not all land to be had is back in what used to be Allaria! There are
dozens of keeps and such that are just begging for Fred and Astra to whip
back into shape…what with the death of their previous landlords and such."
"True enough," the dragon mage says quietly, nodding, then thinking
of something else. "Sire, by any chance were you able to relay the message
from Fred 3 to his father?"
Fred 3's mother had died years ago…..
"Mother, Evis 7, was able to sneak her Avatar into his bedroom," Inquirer
says softly, smiling as the bride and groom begin to walk down the aisle
together. "She left the note on his bed and left without detection….. Better
that way….that kind of delivery….fewer questions to answer."
"True," Probe sighs softly. He sighs partly out of frustration of not
being able to do it himself. At least he had been able to send a "nasty
gram" (he had a bone to pick with Typhoon Janeway!) along with the rest
of communications that the surviving Human Ensign Solomon (from yet another
alternate Voyager…re: 5796 and 5797). He sighs partly out of reluctantly
accepting what the soon to be Consort to the Regent of Ethiopia insisted
on adding to this already busy set of ceremonies. "And please….just Probe?"
Bad enough that they're making me a count here down in Ethiopia,
Probe thinks to himself. However, I'm not going to accept being called
by titles UNTIL I have to!
He pretended not to notice his daughter smiling in slight amusement.
She knew why exactly Probe was uncomfortable about the whole deal….but
since this whole deal wasn't actually like what had almost happened with
him being nothing more than property to the Company….
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 "Here we go,"
Dragon Synizn mutters as the music begins….
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