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Bogrod sat in his throne room, his faced set in a pained grimace. The wound inflicted by the vampire still burned with unnatural fire. Even the shamans couldn't stop it, meaning many of them ended up as a bloody mess on the floor. Bogrod placed a hand on the charred remains of his left shoulder. Griphook would have to lead the army to the temple for the sceptre. The boys were restless after the fight with the mounted wraiths. The black orcs were now wearing a large variety of the armours pillaged from the dusty bodies.
Griphook himself was striding through the masses, picking up anything he wanted. The few foolish enough to resist would get up later without the majority of their body. The savage orc was covered from head to foot in blue spiraly tattoos. The blue paint was supposed to protect him and it may well work. Bogrod however preferred to kill and enemy before they tried to kill him rather than hope some silly lines would protect him.
"Grip'ook!" He roared over the din. Instantly the horde fell silent except a pair of goblins fighting over a shiny silver skull. A scowl from Bogrod made the two realise that they wouldn't live to keep the skull longer than a few minutes. "Move out yer grubby little gitsh." He said wincing as he gestured with his injured left arm. Griphook turned and grabbed his longsword from a passing goblin. The bodyguard started moving. Bogrod himself rose and picked up a small dwarven axe. One of the goblins was sitting down and gnawing on the skull whilst the other, smarter one had slunk away into the crowd. A moment later the goblin was dribbling blood from his split head onto the tougher skull on his lap.
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Griphook walked along the battered road, keeping his eyes out for any trouble. The boys moved in a spread out skirmished formation. The sceptre was not important enough for the whole army to go after but too important to be given to the sneaky goblins who would probably never come back with it. Therefore the boys were sent to get the sceptre because they would return with it or dead. Griphook took two more steps and then stopped. He held out a hand and looked around. "You go that way. You get da stick. The rest of you wif me." Griphook murmured. He turned and walked off toward the sound of the dead.
Out of the shadows behind the temple strode a legion of tomb guards in front of a liche priest. "Charge yer gits." Griphook shouted and felt the ground shudder as the orcs charged past him. He followed leasurely holding his sword high and kicking his steel toed boots on the floor. He made for a direct line for the liche. Unfortunately half a dozen guards had hacked through the orcs and made a wall to block Griphook. The boss charged forward.
His steel toed boot landed hard on a skeleton whilst the sword sliced it's way through several more. The rest however blocked or dodged the blows. Both instantly raised their blades and with a glowing blue light the swords slipped through the armour and blue paint of Griphook's armour. The savage orc collapsed as more orcs charged forward to protect his limp body.
Meanwhile the orcs had opened the chest with a smash of a massive club. One black orc raised the sceptre and turned to see a horde of skeletons holding off some dwarfs whilst more advanced on the orcs. Behind the many seperate melees was a clash of titans between a vampire and a dwarf. Both were mere blurs of shapes. Then suddenly the vampire stopped moving with an axe in his chest. Then a large blue bolt slammed hard into the triumphant dwarf as the liche walked forward. The man turned to look at the orcs fleeing with the sceptre. Another flash of blue lightning hit the orcs and the sceptre was dropped.
Eventually the remaining black orcs ran from the field and the hordes of tomb guard. They carried the limp body of Griphook who was still breathing but oozing blood. The tomb guard stepped among the dead lifting their huge blades and executing any who still moved. Eventually the found the orc who was lying dead on the sceptre. Smiling the liche lifted in in the air and walked away. Bogrod would not be happy about that.