Dawn rose over the grassy plain. Upon the uplifting of the night did the amassed encampment appear. The suns shining resonance and blood red cloak upon the land a sign of things to come. Within the camp, hammers fell, steel sharpened, horses gathered, and men prepared. It bustled with excitement, desperation, determination, but most ominous of all was hunger. It hanged in the air, escaped through every breath, gleamed in their eyes. Dawn had arrived.
In the center, one tent’s flap was open. Caught within the galling winds, it flung in the air, ripples sprayed upon it. The thudding of a horse approached the entrance, and came to a complete stop. Hoisting himself off it, a young man ran into the tent, pulling away the obstructive cloth before him. He kneeled down before the shadowed part of the canvas. Though hidden beneath the darkness, the light from the opening revealed the man the teen kneeled before. Even with only half his face revealed, the boy kept his eyes on the ground, slightly shaken. Half a face was more than enough to intimidate a puny messenger.
“Sire, the warlords are ready to begin the march. The Horde awaits your command,” he stated a little nervously.
“Really?” the shadowed figure drawled, his sharp slits and pure black eyes revealed nothing. Then his long black hair slowly swayed however, as he rose. A faint smile formed along his mouth, traced by a thin but long beard to his neck. The messenger gulped, his smile was never a good sign. Then again that always depended on what he had in mine.
“Then I suppose we’d better get started, rise warrior, you have served me well.” The signal from his hand, the command it invoked, though the young man could not see it, made he hastily get up, though he still avoided looking at his superiors face. “There is another message for you sire,” he stammered helplessly. “Word has reached us that the Aahnad Emperor Bazilevs Aleksandyr has suddenly recovered. It appears he has begun rallying his followers to face us”
“Really?” the dark man repeated. Though he couldn’t be sure, the messenger thought he heard satisfaction… no pure glee in his leaders voice. He was a bit confused until his lord continued. “Well, at least he’ll make it interesting. And now that he’s out of bed, I can know the satisfaction of killing him myself.” The smile he had before disappeared quickly as the man ordered sharply “Ready my horse!!”
“At…at…at once sire, I’ll get right on it!” The man’s need quickly turned around to carry out his orders and get the hell out of there, unfortunately entangled his legs together and caused him to fall. It was rather quite embarrassing as he crawled out of the tent, with his lord scowling behind him.
It was not long before the man stood before the amassed troops he led. They cheered as he passed him, taking his rightful place at the head. Among them he stared out, surveying his ranks until he was satisfied, and atop his horse he began.
“Warriors of Ulakam hear me!!” he boomed. They all stopped cheering and quietly listened to what he had to say. “They think they can stop us!! They say they will prevail where others have not! The believe that their great Emperor will keep them safe!! But as we march they will come to realize that nothing can escape the slaughter that is to come!!” At that his warriors cheered once again, they receded to allow him to continue. “We will gut, crush, and destroy all those who oppose us! We shall smash and burn until there is nothing left of our enemies but dust and ash. They say they will turn the tide, but what they do not realize is that nothing can stop us!! We are not some tide that will come and go, we are a wave that shall consume this entire land!!” Another roar “We shall flood this land of all he had betrayed us, all who dare challenge us, covering it until there is nothing left.” Sadistically he added “And we shall do it in blood.” The soldiers all shouted in glee. “Well tear our enemies apart, and soak this ground in their blood, the rivers will run red, the rain fall crimson, and the grass choking from the sea of carnage that is to come!!”
He lifted up his head in no small of amount of pride. “Soldiers of the Horde, let the nightmare begin!! It is time… to unleash hell upon Aahnad!! Forward!!!!!” He swung his horse, and charged out toward the wide-open spaces, his men eagerly following him. As they rode, the chants began “Hail Khan! Hail Khan! Hail Khan!!!” They kicked up a storm behind them, and were about to bring another before them. The vast army of the Horde was moving, the war had only just begun.
O.C: I'm a bit tired Daft, so I'll send orders in tomorrow, most likely I'll make it before the deadline so don't worry. Glory for the Horde!