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Lying with her legs up the cold concrete wall. She were using her document of rights as an paper-plane. Throwing it up as it fell down onto her. She would pick it up and throw it again.

Wearing skinny jeans. No socks and a band-shirt, her brown hair a mess on the floor. The thin mattress given helped her not getting hurt from the concrete floor. The cell bored her. It became boring waving at the camera. Dancing and singing after a few hours.

She heard footsteps now. Probably not her cell. Nah. Probably not.

But then it opened. And a young human police officer with blonde hair and a strong jawline opened the heavy blue steel door. ‘’ Mursteinsen?’’he asked with a confused look on his face. To which she replies’’yeah, that’s me’’ she replies and looks at him. The paper airplane hitting her ear as it comes down. Her legs falls to the floor before she raises up and looks down at him.  

She’s an orc. And as they walk Lillian Mursteinsen remember the bikini she had worn. She says ‘’can I...change ?’ and holds her bikini in hand. To which He replies ‘’that...thats yours? ...uh...sure’’and she heads back into the cell and puts the door close and takes off her clothes. The puts on her bikini and clothes again.

Her skin got tattoos. And as she walks she have to bow trough a few doors. Their not very tall. Concrete all around her, she thinks it would go well with her band to play here. And if they ever got famous they would try to get to play in this holding cell block to piss off all the alcoholics resting there.

Walking after the police officer. Up some stairs and into his office, she sits down in a wooden chair with a soft blue pillow.

‘’Lillian Murstiensen. I am John Lumberjack, i am in charge of your case. Do you know what you are charged for?’’ to which she tilts her head and says ‘’I do not know. What is my charges?’’ to which he replies ‘’Unlawful harm on another person. A .....’’he said as he looked the name up on his computer ‘’Kenny...a Kenny Smith’’ to which Lillian says ‘’He’s hurt? How is he?’’ she asks surprised and he replies ‘’27stitches over the back. It says you are suspected of pushing him into a window’’

To this Lillian replies ‘’I did no such thing. We were drunk at this place after a few bottles of vodka. We could barely walk.The host made me angry and I left. But me friend Kenny tried to hold me back. To which I pushed him off me, and my guess is that he stumbled backward and crashed into the window I broke’’

The chat aint too long. Except apparently she got a few drunk fights on her case. She scuffs as she exits the police station to see a dwarven banner. Bloody dwarves.

Heading barefoot down the warm summer asphalt she are looking for a train station. She never been in this city before. Damn humans and dwarves. Damn them all to hell.

She smiles as she see an old orc federation flag painted on a wall. The dwarves have problems removing it, it seems.Lillian wonders on pushing the dwarf down but find it would give no real gain. But then sees some orcen kid do it instead and leg it. Can’t been older then 12. Lillian starts laughing, feeling in a better mood already.

As she keeps walking she sees orcs busy everywhere. Hurrying around, being guards, carriers, dockers. Even regulars at bars. She smiles. One of her tusks broken. The cops took the chain out of it. Said metal wasn’t allowed on the cell. She had put it into her backpack.

She shook her head. The enemy had surely taken them. But they sure had fun when they rebelled. No-one pushes an orc around withouth getting punched. And that’s what the dwarves had discovered, after the war ended. The old orcs now united under the dwarves had united in rebellion. Being far away from the dwarven core region sure helped.

One star for each orc state joining the federation. The flag were waving all over the orclands. Generally with dead dwarven heads or skulls decorating it.

And the orcs were marching. They quickly gained allies in half-orc tribes around.  But they were after five year beaten by a superior enemy, number vice. Technology wise, and magic wise. Even tho the orcs had anti-dragon guns, the dwarves had airplanes,, even tho the orcs had AA guns, the dwarves had tanks. Tunnels. And just the sheer numbers.

But the orcs had knowledge, marksmanship and high morale. There’s still groups fighting for orcen freedom. But Lillian got enough of fighting after volunteering  into the orcen federation army.

Ofcourse, there were orcs fighting along the dwarves too. Not everyone wanted freedom from the dwarven tyranny.

Lillian enters the train and sits back, thinking on the speeches.

20 years ago, atop a crate stands an orc. A strong, male orc, with a traditional orcen braided ponytail and a braided beard. And he shouts ‘’THEY HAVE TAKEN AWAY OUR RIGHTS FOR GUNS! FOR WEAPONS! IS THIS RIGHT!? NO! JOIN THE FEDERATION TROOPS TODAY! FIGHT AGAINST THE TYRANNY OF THE DWARVES AND THEIR DEMONIC GENERAL EGAR!’’

He were a recruiter. There were many of them in the newly formed orcen federation. It was so new. Armed with guns and axes, hammers and swords taken from dwarves, they were marching on. A dwarf might break a human’s leg with their steel helmet. But an orc’s tougher. And an ogre is even more tough.

Badly uniformed but in high spirit after recent victories. The most important were the conquest of the dwarven underground fort of Egarburg in mount roknar.


From the swamps and jungles to the forests and plains, battles were fought.Dwarves hates water. So it was common to drown dwarven prisoners until they were nearly dead then cut their hair and beard off and put them to work. No beer for the dwarven prisoners, only water.

the dwarven empire were shocked with a chain reaction. All over the empire minor rebellions would come. And many would flock to the orcen federation, hoping to get a free state. There were elves and goblins, humans and even a few dwarves. Eddna and birdpeople. Even a few half-elves. But most were fighting for what they saw as the Dwarven saviours.

She then remembers the horrors of the war. magic attacks. technomagical skin-melting attacks. artillery, the dwarven flame-thrower tanks coming out of the ground...the dwarven tunnelers.. it makes Lillian ordered a bottle of whiskey from the train’s liqour store. And got herself a bottle to drink on while remembering. Of course now she knows they would never won. Perhaps she knew it back then too. But a true orc don’t lie down to die. They die standing, or dies trying to stand.

As she exits the train at her station. Still drinking the whiskey she hears a familiar song ‘’Go on home dwarven soldiers’’ and she smiles as she sees some of her old veteran friends. They shouts to her to come join. And she says ‘’why not? Who’s buying?’’and join  them she does. Three ogres. Seven orcs, three humans and two elves. And now eight orcs with Lillian. They sing and drink and get really drunk. And as they sing their way into the nigh along with a group of younger orcs, who had a orcen federation flag, the dwarves finishes removing the orcen federation flag graffiti back in the city.