Open Chronicles Obsidian War Council

[Azrakar]

Azrakar gathers his forces on the eastern edge of the spine. Orc tribes have been brought to heel, but more still resist of flee the Fiend. For now, he turns his attack to the path to the Ixchel North Stone.

A fort, manned by human and dwarven forces guards the path to the stone.

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Azrakar plans their next move with his war council, aiming to lay siege and take the fort.

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Meanwhile orcs from many times have come together. A feast is being prepared. Different tribes set out friendly competitions: archery, armed and unarmed combat.

 

[Azrakar]

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The tents had been raised in ordered silence at the foot of the Spine, their dark hides snapping in the mountain wind like restrained beasts. Beyond them, the jagged peaks loomed. The sun was starting its slow descent towards the peaks.

Azrakar stood at the center of the largest pavilion.

The interior was lit not by torches but by braziers of banked coals. Gartz stood to his right, broad and blood-scarred, still carrying the scent of the mountain passes. Azrakar assumed that Urzak Iron-Hold would join them after his leadership in the field.

On the central table lay a stretched hide marked with charcoal and ink. The great rivers of the delta forked like veins, enclosing fertile land and trade roads between them. At the narrowest choke point stood the fort human stone layered atop dwarven craft, ugly and efficient. Beyond it, through the guarded pass, lay the portal stone.

Trade. Tribute. Control.

Azrakar rested both hands upon the table.

"The tribes of themountains are quiet. Hroth is ash. The orcs will not threaten our rear."

He traced a claw along the inked lines of the rivers.

"East lies wealth. The delta feeds kingdoms. And beyond this pass…” His finger tapped the marked position of the portal stone. “…freedom of movement.”

His gaze lifted to the council.

"The humans and dwarves believe the fort unassailable. They believe stone and height make them untouchable. They believe we will waste ourselves upon the walls."

"I need options."

He straightened, towering over the map.

 

[Gartz]

Gartz planted a hand on the hide map. “We don’t hit the walls when we have such a long march ahead. We must preserve our forces.”

His finger traced the rivers feeding the delta. “Food keeps that fort standing. We cut it off. Sink the boats. Burn the storehouses. Nothing moves beyond the pass.”

A brief glance to Azrakar. “Fire handles what we cannot reach.”

He straightened.“They will ration, then panic, then the gates will open on their own.”

A pause. “This only fails if someone breaks the blockade.”

His eyes moved around the table. “Belgrath will not. The drow will keep them busy.”

He tapped the map once more.

“What other allies may come to aid the fort?”

Azrakar Urzak Iron-Hold