Melkor, The Elder King (2)

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"Woah dere cowboy, is' just that I Coun'ry Jabba, ain't meaning to call yeh a cowboy. Jus' that I be speakin like this all me' life, the'fore I forced to call ery'one cowboys. Dagnabbit! Fetch me s'more soder, cowboys!"

Country Jabba's Southern Servants run to fetch some more soda for the drinking hat.

thebuilder

Alpha "Whoever wins this match, will fight me" shouts Devan

Gladiaxa

thebuilder The fight is over, new match?

ImTired

Alpha Sokeyr, surprised, realized that he had weakened his powers before he arrived on the station. He needed a bit more concentration.

His body begins to glow a bit red, but not enough to give any warning signals to Lorm. His body temperature reaches 95° Celcius. He gets up off the ground and pats off some dust on his shoulders. Instead of walking around Lorm, Sokeyr begins walking slowly towards Lorm.

"Impressive. You are powerful, boy. But I will outlast you."

Alpha

ImTired
"Getting sweaty already, huh? I can see the heat glow from you. Didn't know you puny pinkskins needed so little to get a fever."

He runs towards Sokeyr, but contrary to the first time he slides at the final moment and aims for Sokeyr's legs.

ImTired

Alpha Sokeyr jumps over the sliding orc, then he grabs the landed orc with his burning hands and holds him up in the air for a few moments. Then Sokeyr begins squeezing his grip upon Lorm's arms.

"Sweating ain't so bad if it makes you sweat too."

Sokeyr then drops Lorm on the ground and punches him in his gut.

Alpha

ImTired
Ignoring the pain for a moment, Lorm performs a headbutt on Sokeyr, driving him back. He screams in rage and pain.

"Tricks! I will make you pay for that you little glob!"

He decides to run again towards Sokeyr, but just before he reaches him he throws a smake grenade on the ground, obscuring his location. He pops up behind Sokeyr, and aims for the head.

ImTired

Alpha Sokeyr's glowing body creates a small light through the smoke. He turns around surprised to see Lorm about the swing. He ducks, but the club hits Sokeyr's head. Sokeyr gives out a painful shreek. Blood begins dripping from his head, but Lorm's club completely melts. Sokeyr pulls out a small dagger, only a couple of centimeters long. He plunges it into Lorm's arm, covered in Sokeyr's own blood.

"Dangerous little fella aren't you?"

Alpha

ImTired
"THIS, IS, MORDOR!"

Mad with rage, Lorm does a perfect Spartan-kick on Sokeyr, kicking him over three meters far.

ImTired

Alpha Landing on his stomach, Sokeyr begins to feel hatred boiling within him. His temperature begins to steadily increase about 2° Celcius a second. He stands up, finding a new strength. He shakes his dagger once violently, and the blade becomes longer until it reaches the length of an average sword. Sokeyr begins to walk forwards in the smoke, his eyes shut tight, listening to the heavy footsteps of Lorm.

Alpha

ImTired

Holding a small knife, Lorm is looking for Sokeyr. Contrary to his opponent he uses his nose and tries to smell the unexplainable aroma of charcoal that lingers around Sokeyr.

Sniff... Sniff...

ImTired

Alpha The smell of burning and blood is a few meters away, Lorm could make it out just slightly. Meanwhile, Sokey begins to hear the slight but powerful footsteps of his opponent. He starts walking to the sound with his eyes still completely shut.

Alpha

ImTired
The smoke slowly starts to clear up, but yet it is very difficult to see anything
Lorm knows he's closing in, the smell gets stronger.

Sniff... Sniff...
He keeps walking into the direction of the smell...
Sniff... Sniff...

But then he makes a fatal mistake:
"I smell you, you dirty piece of shrakh!"

ImTired

Alpha The voice was all too clear. Sokeyr rushed towards the target, but before he arrived, moved just behind him. He swung his sword straight through the smoke, guessing that is where Lorm would be located... he felt something on the end of his sword, but wasn't sure if it was Lorm or not.

Alpha

ImTired
A direct hit! Lorm fell to the ground, not fatally wounded, but with a serious cut on his chest.
The smoke cleared up. Lorm and Sokeyr look eachother in the eyes.

"Seems like I was wrong, captain." He coughs up a little bit of blood.
For the first time he said captain on a normal and respecful way.

"You have proven yourself worthy to be an orc captain, my orc captain. Guide us to victory, and we shall follow."

He kneels before Sokeyr, holding his dagger in front of him, offering it to Sokeyr.

ImTired

Alpha Sokeyr takes the dagger from Lorm and gives a little smile.

"The only way to earn respect is by beating the devil out of em'. I needed a bit of exercise anyways."

Sokeyr looks up at the orcs sitting and watching the fight.

"You all, come clean this mess up! I want it spotless by the time I return from the bar. That means you have an hour. Lorm and Gund, you are welcome to join me if you wish. You have proven yourselves worthy."

Sokeyr begins walking out of the arena, but then remembers something.

"Oh, and training starts once I return as well. You aren't off the hook yet."

Alpha

ImTired
The orcs, slightly terrified of Sokeyr's performance, nod and begin cleaning up the mess.

Gund and Lorm follow Sokeyr to wherever he may go, altough Lorm is a little bit slow and limping a bit.

ImTired

Alpha (I'll continue in about 10 minutes or so.)

ImTired

Alpha Sokeyr returns to the arena after cleaning himself off in the bathroom, and comes in to find the room completely clean. Not a trace of blood was found on the ground.

"Well done everyone!" Sokeyr said to the his group of orcs standing around and waiting. "It's time to begin training. I have created a list of exercises for each and every one of you to complete, even the two orcs that went with me to the bar." He went around and gave each orc a list full of exercises, activities, and more. They are the as follows.

-Run around the entire arena 10 times, and take a 10 minute break, then do it again.
-Group up with a partner and go to the hanger and wash 2 fighters. COMPLETELY.
-Go to the bridge and give an orc a cup of grog. That's right, you have to go all the way there and all the way back, while holding grog.
-Do 30 push-ups, then take a 2 minute break, 30 push-ups, 2 minute break, and then 50 push-ups.

Every one of these has to be done by tonight. At 06.00 hours tomorrow, return to the arena and prepare for my arrival at 06.30 hours.

Sokeyr smiles, then takes a seat in one of the arena chairs.

"Well, what are you waiting for?!"

The orcs began shuffling around, then, after a few moments, began to do their tasks.

"I know what the list says, but I say this has to be done in 4 hours. I overrule the list."

Alpha

ImTired (I have to go for some time too, altough it will last fast longer than a couple minutes. Take your time!)

Alpha

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Close to a dying star, the Dark Lord stands. Silently.
His armor glowed slightly orange in this strange light, not red nor black. He steps closer, embracing the heat, the flames, the energy.

He lifts his Dark Spear, and point it towards the star, energy and matter starts to be redirected.
Flesh and bonelike structure starts to be formed, the construction of something massive has begun.

And while the Dark Lord's work advanced, the light started to fade. Slowly obscuring the final result...

Alpha

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The Star had blackened out.
Light consumed, energy stolen. The Dark fleet has started to be.

Carefully stretching his left arm, holding a dark flame to see better, Morgoth admired his creations.

He drifted slowly towards the biggest one of them all.

"Wake up, creature of darkness... Wake up, monster of the abyss... Wake up, for your master calls you... Wake up."

And the giant beast started to move, it became alive.

It's voice sounded old and powerful.
"Art thee talking to us, M'rgoth Bauglir?"

"I am, mighty creature of the void. Please enlighten me with your name."

"We shalt beest nam'd Aradun the Eldritch. Alloweth us beest thy partisan, thy weapon to whipe thy foes off the mapeth. Hest us, and we shalt followeth"

The Lord of Darkness smiled, he made the nightmare come alive.
"Good, lead the others in the process of gathering matter. Grow the Dark fleet. When it's done, meet me in the center of the territory."

The other beasts awakened on the call of Morgoth, and Aradun greeted his master before departing.
"We shalt doth as t is toldeth, mil'rd."

And so the Dark Fleet left the area, searching for matter to harvest.

Alpha

Gladiaxa (That's up to Sokeyr.)