Ferdinand Castellan, leader (non-erotic)

As all exits to the city were blocked by an army of axes, swords, lances, and cannons laying siege and cutting down any who tried to resist. Screams and war cries were heard all over, with fires spreading throughout the city and wooden neighborhoods being overwhelmed by the aggressive flames. Magic missiles from watchtowers bombarded the streets and invading infantry from above, proving to be much more effective than bows and arrows which were cast by elven mages.

Then an entourage arrived comprised of men in chainmail and tall bulky orc infantry protecting petardiers, throwing smoke grenades around the area to hide the latter and ran away as fast as possible once the demolition men shouted of the imminent explosion. The smoke shield expanded as the tower toppled over, destroying more inner fortifications but had notified the invaders of some kind of island behind it that housed an outer crystal layer that glistened.

Ferdinand Castellan noticed the unique building, alongside his 8 ft tall green equal by his side.

"What do you think, Chief?" Looking up at the hulking leader, the human took a few steps back as two axes were lifted above the orc's head crossed before he roared and swung them sideways.

"We smash the shiny building!" The human turned to his men and gestured his head and had a hand on the hilt of his saber, marching towards the temple. Unobstructed, they allowed themselves in, taking small golden relics and crystal gems.

Until a voice echoed throughout the halls as they went deeper into the sanctum.

"Halt!" The attackers turned their head to one of the two blonde elven women in the room, one donned in brown robes and the other in long white ones, "I shan't allow you to take relics of As'sheda. Leave now while you still can and die with your pitiful forces."

Unfazed, the leader of the mercenary army stepped forward slowly, pockets lined with jewelry and trinkets whilst keeping a hand to his weapons.

"How would you do this, and why should we?" Silence fell over the room save for footsteps and distant ambiance before a sudden booming voice, one which echoed numerous times, came from the elven priestess.

"Or thou shalt be damned straight to the Seven Hells, Brigand." Ferdinand stopped in his tracks and seemingly shocked by the powerful vocal attack he experienced. Shaking his head, he immediately replied once the ringing of his ears stopped.

"I don't suppose that you have anything else to use against us?" He continued his slow march, much to the visible frustration of his current opponent.

"Fool!" She raised her hands above her head before an orb appeared, lightning bolts flashing every second or so, "As you have not heeded my warning, you will be punished in the after-"

A noise interrupted her speech, a bang - then a thud. Ferdinand had pulled out a flintlock from his side and hidden behind his back. The other elf seemed surprised more than anything and ran to the priestess, kneeling down to mourn.

As Ferdinand arrived to gloat, the girl looked up at the grizzled mercenary with tears in her eyes.

"And why do you still remain?" She asks. Respectfully, Ferdinand kicked the cadaver of the priestess.

"My vendetta; With memories of towns and cities being burned during the Hundred Years Wars, I want every single one of you elves to meet your executioners. You've made us commit atrocities against our own kind, elf; Elven Royalist and Feudal Loyalist fighting, vying for power as the 'diplomatic' and 'peaceful' race played others like puppets.

"And until I finally draw my breath, I'll have memories of those you've torn apart be written in the piles of dead bodies." The mercenary leader took steps back, much to the anger and confusion of the elf.

"Then what are you waiting for? Strike me down!"

"I'm not the only one who has a history of **** under your race." The woman turned her face to the left slowly, only to come face-to-face with the Orc Warchief himself brandishing his tribe's namesake weapons, "Warchief Diepkutter here has scars of what's happened to him, and he's more than to tell you how he became leader.

Weighing down the elf with a foot, she struggled to lift the boot of the orc off of her chest to no avail - as she was struck down once on the head, her last words being a yelp.

Ferdinand investigated the body, shrugged, and loaded his flintlock by powder horn.

"Come on Chief, there's more to take." Turning back, they walked out of the hall while their soldiers were looting the sanctum, following their leaders once they were near the exit.