The First inter race war.

There will be quite a lot of chapters..... but they will be short 

Lord Charles was in a hurry, he darted down the many castle steps and out towards the stables. He had heard reports of a orc raid on one of his serfs lands on the outskirts of the castle walls. While he walked in his brisk pace, the castle was a hive of activity- with people, male and female hurrying to do their daily duties.  Charles mounted his trusted grey steed named shadowfax and rode out of the castle gates. The countryside was a blur as Charles arrived to serfs house . The man was called Sam, Charles remembered him to be a good man and a hard worker. Charles spotted a few of his guards with their captain Burd. " Burd" Charles called " Yes sir?" replied Burd , " What happened here?"  " The orcs attacked earlier this morning  theres no survivors...." . Charles swore, he had a bitter taste in his mouth- Orc MONSTERS he thought to himself.

"Sir are you alright?" Burd's concerned voice filled the brief puzzling silence that had embraced the crime scene. Charles looked up at the bright sun and clear blue sky , it was a beautiful day- that didn't match the depressing mood Charles was in. " Sir?" Burd questioned again. Charles looked at him " either the orcs are getting braver or stupid, this is the third attack in 3 months, the people  are scared Burd- I need some good news.." Burd looked up at his commander, he was a mess, a shadow of the bright cheerful and loyal man he used to be. " In fact sir I have some good news, we believe- from our scouts that the orcs responsible are hiding in a cave just a few miles north of this house" Charles looked up at the sky- a smile spread slowly across his face. He turned to Burd once more before saying " Lets go get them".

Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy!

The countryside was a hive of noise as the horses hoofs hit the ground. The large group of men led by Charles hurried to the cave as they didn't want to miss the chance of their revenge against the orcs. Leading the way was Lord Charles who was particularly edgy, this was reasonable as the pressure of leadership was clearly getting to him. For the past 3 months he had to deal with people whispering behind his back, they whispered about his lack of leadership- Charles had even heard rumours of a revolution against him. They were just 50 meters from the cave when Burd ordered everyone to dismount, " They are waiting for you to speak sir" Burd said. Lord Charles composed his voice, trying to get the nervousness out of it. " You all know what why your here, these monsters killed Bill and his family- so strike swiftly and hard and you shall have your revenge". Charles stopped and looked around at the mens faces, they all nodded in respect when they had eye contact with Charles. " Lets go" Charles whispered, and he descended into the cave and darkness with the men following.........

Lord Charles turned slowly around a corner in the cave, where he noticed a small group of orcs sitting around a campfire. Charles held up his hand to signal his men to stop. They obeyed without question. Burd nudged his way up to Charles and they both looked at the orcs , they were five of them sitting there chewing on bits of dead rats. "Savages "  whispered  Burd, Charles shushed him. " We need to take them out quickly and quietly, there may be more of them hidden further in the cave" Charles said to Burd and four other soldiers. Charles slowly drew his sword before taking a few quiet steps toward the orcs before steping on a broken plate and making a noise. The orcs jumped in surprise, one of them yelled a warning to his comrades in orcish. Burd and the soldiers quickly dealt with the orcs around the campfire while Charles slit the throat of  the orc that had yelled the waring, his sword instantly covered in thick orc blood. The cave was filled with the noise of orcs running and screeching towards Charles and his men. Charles shook his head "things just got harder" he mumbled