Part VI: The Destiny of Man
King Alurad Ranzen heard the crash of glass and saw the orcish arrow slide along the floor of his throne room. The King of Men watched as the threatening object slid to a stop in front of him. Normally, Ranzen would've called on his guards to take and inspect the object, but they were all gone now. Only a day ago, he'd sent them out to help the defense of Mansrock, a large trading center a few miles south of the castle.
Ranzen had been made well aware of the overwhelming advances Bra'thor Krag, overlord of the orcs of Grohmah, had made into his kingdom. He'd been made well aware of the situation, yet he feared nothing. The king truly believed in the dominance of man and would defeat the entire orc civilization himself if need be.
With a grunt, he knelt down to retrieve the sheet of parchment attached to the arrow. He unrolled the paper and narrowed his eyes. It was a message from Krag.
"Ranzen," he read with a scowl on his handsome face, "by now you will find yourself without support. Your humans are mine. It is time to finish what our ancestors have begun. It is time for my orcs to conquer — only the alpha may rule. Come to the Point of Destiny. I will be waiting."
The human king let the paper fall from his hand to the floor as he stared off into space. His heart began to beat faster and his gut felt like it was twisting in knots. He stood upright and clenched his fists. Now was the time for him to be his people's champion. He would emerge victorious over the orc overlord and free his men from their ways once and for all!"
"I have no choice," he growled to himself. "It's time to end this conflict and bring the orcs to their knees!" Ranzen pushed his throne aside, revealing a secret passageway that led under the castle. It was there that he would walk to the place that Krag was waiting. "You're mine, Krag. You and your greenskins will belong to man."