Deadly Rain / Pluie mortelle by Mekheke
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Description
Next scene: Deadly Steel / Acier Mortel (https://www.renderosity.com/gallery/items/3102056/deadly-steel-acier-mortel)
Precedent scene: Deadly Storm / Orage mortel (https://www.renderosity.com/gallery/items/3096701/deadly-storm-orage-mortel)
First scene of the story-arc: Chaos and Death (https://www.renderosity.com/mod/gallery/chaos-and-death/2889324/?p&ca)
Texte en français ci-dessous
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Ermkarn observed the camp in shock. The tents hit by lightnings were burning and the orcs inside were assuredly all dead. He could see also all around several of his orcs who had been hit by the lightnings shock wave convulsing on the ground. Others, who had been struck more directly had fried on the spot. Smoke raised from their corpses.
The storm only lasted one or two minutes at most, but the damages and the deaths that it had caused were tremendous. Looking around him, Ermkarn started to realise that only the tents at the exterior of the camp had been struck. The event being way too sudden, too localised and very short, he understood that it could not be natural. But he did not understand the true nature of the attack and wondered which Divinity or Spirit they might have angered for such a thing to happen. In his mind, no mortal could have been capable to create such cataclysm. For him, such prodigy could only be realised by a mortal by entering in contact with a Spirit. But even the Sherfaï, the shaman of his clan, yet known for her true magical powers and her might, could not have made comply a Spirit powerful enough to create something like this.
Ermkarn and his orcs would have to make some sacrifices, even if it meant killing several human prisoners, to appease the angered Being. But it would have to wait, because the fire on the tents started to dangerously propagate.
Ermkarn started to yell orders. He yelled all the louder that because of the deafening noise that the lightnings had made, he was not hearing so much anymore. He was barking his orders to make the surviving orcs move, when the one standing next to him fell on the ground, dead. An arrow had went through his skull passing by the right eye. By reflex, Ermkarn flattened himself to the ground. An arrow flew above his head just when he did it. Seeing he had just escaped death, he raised his shield and sheltered behind the closest tent.
Minalva swore. The orc with huge proportions she had aimed at and that she suspected to be their leader, from Kahiri's descriptions, had avoided her arrow and put himself out of reach.
Located on the mound surrounding the camp, she choose another target, drew her bow and released her stroke. This time she hit her target right in the heart. Due to her elven heightened eyes, perceptions and reflexes, her arrows were shot with an extreme precision and most of her shot were deadly.
Romatzo, located on the other side of the mound, could finally put in use the powerful bow that Minalva's people had built for him. His shots were way less precise than those of his lover, but it did not have much importance. The bow, specially built to exploit fully his exceptional strength of Mountain Dwarf and his arrows of the slicer type, with arrow heads in the shape of a moon crescent, caused atrocious damages on the orcs it was hitting. Cutting flesh and members. One of his arrows even beheading one of his targets.
The surprise attack that fell on the orcs added even more to the confusion to the one already provoked by the lightnings. The orcs did not know how to react and being surrounded, it was hard for them to hide. One orc, more reckless than the others tried to reach Minalva to attack her, but Sigrid jumped outside of her hiding spot and plunged her spear in the torso of the attacker, killing him instantly.
The deadly rain continued until Minalva and Romatzo ran out of arrows. Between the lightnings and the arrows, only a little more than fifteen orcs were still capable of fighting, on the sixty eight that counted the camp before the beginning of the attack.
The ranged weapons no longer able to operate, it was finally to Marina's and Sigrid's turn to enter in action. They ran in the heart of the settlement, followed closely by Romatzo who had put away his bow, put on the helmet that his grandfather gave him and took his axe in hands.
The true battle would began now and it would be a hard one. Because even if the majority of the orcs had died, they were still more numerous than them.
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Ermkarn observait le campement, en état de choc. Les tentes touchées par la foudre étaient en train de brûler et les orcs à l'intérieur étaient tous assurément morts. Il pouvait voir tout autour aussi plusieurs de ses orcs qui avaient été touchés par les ondes de chocs des éclairs qui convulsaient au sol. D'autres, qui avaient été plus directement frappés avaient été grillés sur place. De la fumée s'élevait de leur cadavre.
L'orage n'avait duré qu'une ou deux minutes tout au plus, mais les dégâts et les morts qu'il avait causé étaient considérables. En regardant autour de lui, Ermkarn commença à réaliser que seules les tentes en extérieurs du camp avaient été touchées. L'événement ayant été bien trop soudain, trop localisé et trop court, il comprit qu’il ne pouvait pas être naturel. Mais il ne comprit pas la vraie nature de l'attaque et se demanda quels Divinité ou Esprit ils avaient pu courroucer pour qu'une telle chose se produise. Dans son esprit, nul mortel aurait été capable de créer un tel cataclysme. Pour lui, un tel prodige ne pouvait être réaliser par un mortel qu'en entrant en contact avec un Esprit. Mais même la Sherfaï, la chamane de son clan, pourtant reconnue pour ses vrais pouvoirs magiques et pour sa puissance, n'aurait pas pu soumettre un Esprit suffisamment puissant pour créer quelque chose de semblable.
Ermkarn et ses orcs auraient à faire des sacrifices, quitte à tuer plusieurs des prisonniers humains, pour apaiser l'Être irrité. Mais cela devrait attendre, car le feu sur les tentes commençait à se propager dangereusement.
Ermkarn commença a crier des ordres. Il criait d'autant plus fort qu'a cause du bruit assourdissant qu'avait fait les éclairs, il n'entendait plus grand chose. Il aboyait ses ordres pour que les orcs survivants s'activent, quand celui qui se trouvait près de lui s'effondra au sol, mort. Une flèche lui avait transpercé le crâne en passant par l’œil droit. Par réflexe, Ermkarn se plaqua au sol. Une flèche lui vola au-dessus de la tête juste au moment ou il le fit. Voyant qu'il venait d'échapper à la mort, il leva son bouclier et se mit à l'abri derrière la tente la plus proche.
Minalva poussa un juron. L'orc aux proportions énormes qu'elle avait visé et qu'elle se doutait être le chef d'après les descriptions de Kahiri, venait d'éviter sa flèche et de se mettre hors d'atteinte.
Située au sommet de la butte entourant le camp, elle choisit une nouvelle cible, banda son arc et relâcha son trait. Cette fois-ci elle atteignit sa cible en plein cœur. Grâce à ses yeux, ses perceptions et ses réflexes accrus d'elfe, ses flèches étaient tirées avec une extrême précision et la majorité de ses tires étaient mortels.
Romatzo, situé de l'autre côté de la butte, pouvait quand à lui enfin mettre à profit le puissant arc que le peuple de Minalva lui avait construit. Ses tires étaient bien moins précis que ceux de son amante, mais cela n'avait pas vraiment d'importance. L'arc spécialement fabriqué pour exploiter totalement sa force exceptionnelle de Nain des montagnes et ses flèches à têtes de type tranchoir, des pointes en forme de croissant de lune, causaient des dégâts atroces aux orcs qu'elles touchaient. Sectionnant les chairs et les membres. Une des flèches décapita même une de ses cibles.
L'attaque surprise qui s'abattait sur les orcs ajouta encore plus de confusion à celle déjà provoquée par les éclairs. Les orcs ne savaient comment réagir et étant pris en tenaille, il était dur pour eux de se cacher. Un orc plus téméraire que les autres tenta d'atteindre Minalva pour l'attaquer, mais Sigrid sauta hors de sa cachette et enfonça sa lance dans le torse de l'assaillant, le tuant sur le coup.
La pluie mortelle continua jusqu'à ce que Minalva et Romatzo arrivèrent à court de flèches. Entre les éclairs et les flèches, seule un peu plus d'une quinzaine d'orcs étaient toujours en état de se battre, sur les soixante-huit que comptait le camp avant le début de l'attaque.
Les armes à distance ne pouvant plus opérer, c'était enfin au tour de Marina et Sigrid de rentrer en action. Elles s'élancèrent au cœur du campement, suivi de près par Romatzo qui avait posé son arc, revêtu le heaume que son grand-père lui avait donné et pris sa hache en main.
La vraie bataille allait maintenant commencer et elle allait être ardue. Car bien que la majorité des orcs eussent été tués, ils étaient toujours plus nombreux qu'eux.
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Finally the new scene ! This one has been complicated to make and I'd lie if I said I was completely satisfied with it. Don't get me wrong, I think it is a good scene, otherwise I would have kept working on it, but there are several things I am not sure about.
For example, I could have added more orcs in the scene and I have actually added one more (the one on the cart on the right) after the main render had finished rendering. But at some point you just have to stop.
Yes, Romatzo has a bow, it has been seen for the first time long long time ago, but it has accompanied them all the way and it was always visible on the charge that Mumule was wearing. ^^
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the picture and the text and we will see you next time for more violence ! Mwha ha ha !
Comments (1)
Richardphotos
very dangerous place and creative writing
Mekheke
Thank you ! :)