In the morning Arcaelus's Generals and their warriors had all gathered. Arcaelus grinned and his long bony fingers rubbed together. He was excited that once again his Orc warriors would be unleashed across the world destroying peace and slaughtering other beings. General Godric arrived behind him and muttered, "My lord, the war boats are ready." Godric was by far the tallest and most muscular Orc in the army. He had many scars of battle, and had much experience. "Very good. Set sail for Soruins city." Arcaelus uttered. His blood red pupils observed the invasion force boarding the large war boats from a small mountain overlooking the coast of the sea. The war boats were long Viking like boats. The Orcs had giant paddles to help move the boat as well as giant blood red sails with an Orc skull for an insignia. The Orcs grunted and shouted war cries as they boarded their boats and took their rightful position. "My lord, my boat is prepared. We can set sail now with the Bors so they may guide us to Soruins city." "Very well. Take me to your boat then my General." Godric nodded and lead his God down a small pass leading out to where the boats were docked. The two of them boarded the Generals war boat, and they traveled to the front of it. "Inform the Orcs to set sail Godric." ------- The moon shined on the large force of Orc war boats as they sailed through the night. It glistened on the dark ocean. Torches were lit on each boat, and as they approached Soruins city, they looked like a massive flame traveling through the water. Orc grunts echoed through the night, and the leader of the ferocious grunts was Godric. Arcaelus chuckled as he rested in the front of the boat, talking with some of the Bors. It wasn't long before the Orcs arrived. They docked their ships but no one left. Arcaelus and Godric stood, along with the Bors. They were going to meet with Soruin and discuss tactics. The rest of the Orcs were to eat and sleep on the war boats until they were fighting.