<div class="floatleft">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hrephBhIqcI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAABw/o_Hhh4oqXpg/photo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elfbane<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Horde Camp<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>15<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>Bullrush<br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>Charge<br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong>Power Attack, Improved Bullrush<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Violence<br/><hr/><br/>The two combatants faced off against one another, and on the surface it seemed like a mismatch, Uzul having a good foot and near fifty pounds or more of muscle upon Elfbane.  Their weapons were of the same size, Uzul wielding a great sword to Elfbane's great axe, but the fact both weapons were of the same size seem to bring into the light even more the size difference between the two warriors.  A large crowd had gathered, but standing head and shoulders above any Orc or even Ogre present was a large dire wolf, whose gaze was fixated upon Uzul, its growl and bared teeth heard among the jeering of the crowd.  Unlike other's of its kind, there was an intelligence and cunning to its gaze, and there was something more to it for normally such a wild beast would not be sitting idly by but doing its best to savage whoever was in front  of it.<br/><br/>A signal arrow was fired into the air, and faster than anyone could blink, Elfbane was moving, his great axe digging into the ground and causing dirt and rock to rise in its wake.  Before Uzul could bring his great sword up into place, the great axe swung, and not only brought a cloaking cloud of earth.  Uzul cried out as the Elfbane sliced into its armor as if it provided no other protection than paper, and a gout of blood slipped as if from a fountain with a narrow opening, it spitting a great gout of blood upon the floor.  With such a horrific injury, Uzul stumbled, and missed with his own swing, confused both by pain and by the floating screen of dirt about him.  Thus he did not see or able to block the crippling blow to the back of Uzul's knees, severing the tendons and ligaments there.<br/><br/>Involuntarily, Uzul feel to his knees crying out in both rage and pain, though his rage seemed to avail him little as all he could do was wobble upon his knees, his body unable to support his great weight.  Still the effort was made, the brute swinging the huge blade about with one hand yet Elfbane seemed to easily dance out of the way of it, sneering in contempt at the hulking form on its knees before him.  The warlord turned about to address the crowd.<strong>"You see now do you not!  The old ways are flawed!  Brute strength alone will not get us the vengeance which is rightfully ours, it will not ear us the glory of the One-Eye!  We need to evolve, and you do it through me, Gruumsh's chosen!  Challenge me and my ways knowing you will earn his ire and disfavor even after your death!"</strong><br/><br/>Elfbane spun then, his great axe moving fast, far faster than it should,  flashing as it comes upon over his shoulder and down, slicing through the neck of Uzul and removing him of his head.  The body drops like a puppet with its strings cut, his head rolling about in the dirt.  Elfbane did not even bother to clean his axe yet, putting it in its shoulder sheath on his back.  When he did, the dire wolf leaped and bounded over the crowd, savaging the body of the dead Orc chief with his teeth, turning into a gorefest of meat and blood, not part of what used to be Uzul even recognizable when it was one.  Elfbane walked as if the whole event had been beneath him, a task to be done such as taking a piss or shite.  He walks by his wife and does opening grope her, tangling his hand in her hair and pulling her into a fierce kiss of possession.  The proud and strong Orc female allowed it, in front of everyone watching, displaying to all even the most powerful female among their race acknowledged Elfbane as their superior and leader.<br/><br/>Elfbane broke off the kiss and gave the group who had clustered about his wife a look, as if committing faces to information he had already been given.  No emotion, nothing other than simple interest was in his body language as he did.  He gave a grunt and spoke one word to all.<strong>"Follow."</strong>Cynica bowed her head so, and fell in step to the side and slightly behind Elfbane.  Taking up the position upon his other side in a flash was the dire wolf, moving at the same pace of Elfbane and Cynica, but its large and oh too intelligent eyes upon the group, as if waiting for an excuse to leap and tear into them as it had the corpse of the challenger.  They did not have too much to walk before they were at the main tent.<br/><br/>Elfbane tossed open the flap to the command tent for other to come in behind him.  Set in the middle of a tent was a huge table, a map upon it as well as wooden icons.  As the group enters and gathers about the table, they see a map of some small city, with wooden blocks about it to designate its wall.  The fluttering note about one of the blocks of wood had the words "frost giant high" about it.  There were other notes about the blocks and on the map, designating places of importance such as food storage, blacksmith forges, water wells, but there was much on the map not marked, such as barracks locations.  There was a note which said there were about two thousand soldiers.  When all were present, Elfbane made a gesture.<br/><br/><strong>"We need a base of operations far more secure than our current position.  This is the town of Frostford.  It can house most of the more strategic assets of our army.  We need the town intact, and to do so without alerting the Elves or the Dwarves.  A direct attack would do so, as while we would eventually win, we could not do so quickly.  This is where I need you.  I will need you to enter the city under the cover of darkness, kill the guards at the gate as well as any sentries, and open the gates for the horde.  We will also need to know where their soldiers are houses so we can come upon them as they sleep and slaughter them.  Do so, and not only will you get paid, but first choice of spoils will be yours, including slaves." </strong>Elfbane crossed his arms as Cynica pressed against his side and back, her intelligent eyes watching and studying, and waiting for any questions as to the groups tasks.<br/><br/>