Queen of Timbroch - Part II

For years the orcs had tried to reclaim what was was theirs, the lands they used to live upon which then belonged to Timbroch.They sent their finest warriors to arms.Battles raged on the borders of Timbria without hesitation. The orcs traveled across the sea by rafts and boats. They come with their maces and on mount of their beasts. They traveled on towards Timbroch alongside with fear that they spread along the way yet their beasts, their drums and their armors were no match against Timbroch. Later on after battles and after battles, finally, Timbroch felt peace once again.

The armories that were once filled with armors and weapons were emptied. Soldiers who used to feel the boiling blood of war within their veins now rest once again as farmers and hunters. No more soldiers were seen battle-ready at each corner of Timbria as they used to be. The barracks were emptied for soldiers were not necessary in the time of peace. Children could be seen again laughing and cheering, playing with each other under the rain of falling petals from the tall trees of Timbroch and the warm scattered rays of the sun from the seventh heaven. The Cythman river flown without blood once again as it used to many years ago. Weapon production which was primary in the time of war was halted and The Great King himself declared a time of peace. Unfortunately... That time of peace didn't last long...


On one bright but cool day a scout came running as fast as she could toward Ves Nira, the capital of Timbroch and also the name of the King's residence bringing along with her bad news to the Dwelven King. Through the gates she paced and went straight through the guards and almost pierced by an arrow, mistaken for someone else. She went through the main entrance of the castle and ran through the hallways of Ves Nira and went straight to the council chamber where the king held his annual meeting. With a racing heartbeat and with almost no breath left in her lungs she reported her news. At first and last the king showed no expression at all when he heard his news and not even he replied. But underneath that calmness there was grim fear in his heart and his mind.

Five thousand battle ships containing at least eight thousand orcs on each ship completely armed with their hammers and axes and their beasts were spotted from Timbria crossing the waters coursing towards Timbria. Later on that day the wise king called upon his warlords and advisers, his strong and his wise, to attend his royal court. He sat on his seat up high while his members below him.

"It will be much safer for us to build our fortification near the waters and near the capital. We should use our remaining time to build walls and gather our troops, we are unready and the enemy is approaching as we speak!" spoke one of the royal General.

Another of the royal court member, Viol, said, "It will be much efficient for us to strike first. We should gather our troops and sail forth head on towards their fleet, that should provide us with enough time to build our defense."

Then the King looked at his son and raised his hand gently as a sign for the royal court to be silent for the king shall speak. The king stayed mute for a moment then he said "what do you propose, young prince?"

Prince La'Arow, his only son said from his place "Our army is strong enough to repel our enemy with ease. I propose that we use what's available and gather all of our strong and capable men with the help of our barons and set sail while I lead my men here to build our palisades. The troops set sail are only to buy time and cause maximum damage with minimum casualty and are to retreat back to the mainland. There our troops and the Nymphs, Druids, and the entire forest shall be ready"

The king smiled faintly and stared at his son. In a low toned voice he said "And that is what shall be done"

The entire court became chaotic. Warlords and chancellors argue against each other, shouting and pointing and cursing. Suddenly the wise king stood and shouted "The choice has been made! Those who oppose are to leave Timbroch and never return. Those who are to stay and fight, do as you are told." Then one by one the members of the council stood and those who already stood left.

The next day the army from all over Timnbroch were gathered and battle-ready.The king walked out of his residence and stood on a stage upon his army with the royal sword on his right and the people of Timbroch kneel as soon as he took his first step up. He took a long look at his men and women, ready for battle and prepared to meet their doom. With a loud voice he started to speak, "People of Timbroch! Today I stand upon you to see the faces of this land once more or perhaps for the last time for the sorcerers and sorceress had visioned my death on this very day. But if that is what is needed to save the lives of my people and the land of Timbroch, then so be it! If I must, then I shall march alone and die alone for my people rather than having to live to be slaved and bow down to those beasts. If I shall die today, then it is for Timbroch. For those who wish to fight not for me, but for their land, for their family, and for their freedom, arise and lift your weapons up high in your arms, your armors on your chests, and your spirits in your souls and march towards the army of the dammed with me! Victory is in our grasps!" The soldiers stood up and started shouting war cries and on they march along with their king. And so the battle at sea began. Thousands of orcish ships clashed with the dwelvens. Arrows flew from afar from the dwelvens while axes flew close by from the orcs. Shamans castes magic and threw fireballs from their hands and thunderbolts from their staffs while the dwelven sorcerers summoned whips of waves cutting the orcish ships. When it was time, the king on his royal barge signaled a retreat by firing a whistling arrow. His royal barge turned his directions and rowed against the wind towards the mainland. When they were near the king ordered his men to light a signal fire showing that they are friend and not foe. Instead, he was bombarded by a rain of arrows killing most of his men and injuring him, impaling his right shoulder causing him to fall. Then a ship approached near and docked next to the royal barge. Prince La'Arow walked through the bridge connecting the two ships with his sword. The king did not show fear and was not surprised seeing his son. The king only said "Do what you must" and was decapitated later on by his own son.

Timbroch was then ruled by a new king, king La'Ara, the once prince La'Arow who then changed his name. The orcs came and took many of Timbria and also the people of Timbroch to be enslaved. Timbria became a chaos. Nymphs and Druids fled to the south while most of the dwelvens were turned to slaves. Those who resisted either were executed or fled to become bandits.

In the midst of this chaos, a girl ran from the tyrant, La'Ara and grew and lived amongst the bandits and married Grehya, a bandit lord and gave birth to a daughter. That woman was then slayed by orcs when searching for food for her daughter. That woman was the sister of King La'Ara, Re'Drina. And as the prophet said, her daughter shall grow and free the people of Timbroch...