Weapons While Intoxicated Orc Novels & Stories

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

I held my breath and tightened my grip as the creature lifted his own sword, readying himself to strike. It would have been easy if it were just him, but we both underestimated how intelligent this specific orc was. Unlike the other orcs who fought on their own, this one partnered up. My heart sank as a child vampire appeared on the orc's back. A kid, they brought a kid into this fight.

And a greenish goo sprayed around the area… The monster spat out another pained cry as it flew away from my position. It tumbled down, gasping until it died. [You killed an Orc] +1 kill "Ah, I should finish the rest!" Two more Orcs jumped out from the hole on the wall, this time they are holding some kind of wooden clubs. Nails and sharp glass was pierced on to them, like some sort of zombie apocalypse weapon. "Where the hell did they get that!?" I'm a bit frustrated but I think I could still defeat them.

He looked out towards Chief, and that's when he saw the enemy coming out of the forest. Three towering figure. [That's all?!] Will incredulously thought to himself. However as they got close, Will got more and more frightened. These Orcs were nothing as he had imagined, in his mind Orc were savage and tribal. They were strong, yes, but not to this extent. The Orcs in front of him were enormous, at least two heads taller than the female Orc in their captivity. They had toned lean muscles, nothing like the bulky meatheads he pictured in his mind. However what struck the most fear into Will, was that the Orc in the front was in a mix of scale and mail armor, and it covered his entire body. He w

The blades stuck to the rod hit the ground and I was sure that the moment I was hit it would be the end of me. I jumped to the tree branch and immediately jumped and kicked the orc in the head. He lost his balance so I immediately grabbed his club and swung it around like a baseball bat. I'm used to holding a baseball bat because it's part of a gangster's weapon. I didn't want to hit the orc that immediately created a loud noise because the knives went into its head and I pulled it out forcefully so that the torn parts of its head fell out and blood immediately flowed. I'm still surprised. I thought their blood was green or violet, but it turns out it's also red. The orc fell to the ground a

Evidenced by staring at his opponent's expression that jerked loudly. The Orka stormed indiscriminately. Their bats are five times larger than baseball bats, with spiked tops and bottoms. When the stick swung and hit the cave wall, it would stick and pull whatever was attached to the thorn. A few moments later, five hooded creatures approached the skirmish. The orcas stopped attacking, they retreated in an orderly fashion, and the newly arrived witchers stepped forward. "What's your problem, Lycan?" asked one of the witchers. "Shit, where is my wife?!" Zeno shrieked. "If anything happens to him, I'll destroy this damn cave!" In fact, this cave was also not spared from Zeno's curse.

There was the red river and the tree branches and grass were red. Theodore is the boy who is sitting on the dead bodies of the orcs with a sword of his size he kept the sword at his right hand at the back by holding this sword grip at his right hand and weaving his sword slowly at his back. He has furious eyes like a tiger which is waiting for the prey to come and to attack it. Many tier-level orcs had started to gather near the boy due to the smell of deadheads. When they came out, they saw the blood flowing like the water and some blood was in trees and grass. It looked so aggressive .when they came near the boy. The orcs just started looking at the boy.

I pulled and pulled, then like a dam, the energy started pouring. "Yes..." The orc moaned in pleasure. I pulled harder, sucking in as much power as I could. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I sent it to my injuries. I could feel it mending my muscles and working at organs. The orc's arms started to tremble. He pulled me away from his forehead and set me on my feet. I opened my eyes to see his were still closed. He looked euphoric. The room seemed to let out a collective breath. I felt someone at my side.

They were warriors too, clad in leather harnesses that left little to the imagination, their grips like iron vices. “Let go of me, you bitches!” Milana shrieked, twisting and kicking as they dragged her from the hall. Laughter echoed behind her, the court’s crude jeers fading as doors slammed shut. “I’ll kill you all! I swear it!” The female orcs just chuckled, low and guttural. “Feisty little human,” one grunted, her voice like grinding stones. “Gorak, we'll break that spirit soon enough.”

Before they knew it, the team of 50 was taking on an entire tribe of thousands of energy beasts by themselves. Gin had been facing off against the leader of these Orcs in intense conflict for the past hour. The Orc leader was in the middle of the Platinum Realm and Gin was having a hard time facing off against him. Gin gritted his teeth. He didn't want to, but he had to. If he didn't, he might lose this fight and there would be no point in saving mana right now. Gin gripped his Warhammer in his hand, The war hammer had a 3ft pole ran holding it in place and a guard around the grip like a rapier, It was to ensure it never falls from his hand while he is swinging it around during a long fight.