For centuries, the Greenskins have been the vicious enemies of the High Elves. Their forces have been relatively evenly matched, although the savagery and strength of the Orcs and their Goblin minions has given them an edge in physicality, and the numbers are heavily in favor of the Orcs, the cunning and magical abilities of the High Elves have kept themselves afloat, as well as the continued inability of the Orcs to organize themselves in to a cohesive army, has allowed the High Elves to set the tone of the battle. However, the High Elves do not yet know that a new Warchief has arisen, one more powerful than the others. His forces have become more organized through fear of him, and now they are sailing.

The Orcs are coming and soon the Green Tide will roll over the Elvish Kingdoms.

Velawe, the Ranger-Commander of the Tal'Vashir, took in the air as she looked to her fellows. Men and women of the various provinces had joined the ranger cadres to keep the homeland safe, and in a way they were but...It was well known that the Tal'Vashir outpost was the equivalent to relegation to the Underworld. Troops sent here were usually the mirassad of the Rangers. The Outcasts and the Conscripts of the Kingdoms were here, aside from the small circle of veterans who made up the commanding officers. Velawe motioned to Valethria, pointing towards the town militia putting in their mandated hours in the muster yard.

"Our saviors." She said in her typically sarcastic fashion, rolling her eyes as her thick leather boots thudded against the wooden flooring of the fortress walls. What she needed were actual troops, not the farmer brigade and the reformed thieves and bandits they relegated to this side of the Kingdom. Velawe knew damn good and well the strategic importance of Tal'Vashir. It was, for all intents and purposes, the backdoor to the Kingdom of Valinoth. Tal'Vashir falls? So falls Valinoth. Even though Tal'Vashir hadn't been attacked in a millennium, she knew the value of Tal'Vashir standing, not relegating it to a secondary concern. The signal fires hadn't burned in over 10 generations, but she had always had a feeling...Looking out to the sea, there was always this dread that one day the Greenskins would come.

Her long blonde hair drug in the wind as her emerald cloak breezed behind her, the silver outline glimmering in the sun, her toned, lithe form marching along with great stride. She wasn't voluptuous by any means, but her bust was moderately well-endowed, and her form was just as muscular and well-toned as any other ranger. "Perhaps one day, Valethria, we will actually see the true strength of the rangers here." Valethria shrugged, looking out to the sea, "Perhaps, Commander or we wi--Has...Hasn't the supply shipment come in for the month?" Velawe looked over to Valethria, "Of course, why?" Valethria gulped silently for a moment, motioning to the sea, "Then why are ships on the horizon?"

Hokay folks! Sorry if this prompt is a little boring or if you're not in to it, but I've tried this off and on and I'd like to see this one work out. The basic premise is, the new Orcish Warchief (insert name here), has ordered an invasion of the relatively innocuous, but strategically important, island of Tal'Vashir. Spoiler alert: The Elves will lose, but hey! Such is the nature of RP that the fun is the journey not the destination. Regardless, the elves on Tal'Vashir will end up in some capacity.

I write in the 3rd person, and I'd prefer if you do as well, and I am on the US Central Timezone (GMT -5), so if you're somewhere else, I apologize in advance. Also, the semester is ending and I do have other RPs that enjoy with other people, so I forgive if I'm slow or don't respond immediately. I don't have a kink list, so I suppose that I'll provide one here:

Kinks that are core to prompt: D/s, non-con, sexual slavery, big dicks, interracial/species, humiliation, forced sex, rough sex, oral, anal.

Kinks I'd like, and can be added (if you prefer): group sex, watersports, abuse, and BDSM.

Hard limits: Scat, Gore, and Snuff.

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