-Riders of the Storm-

Although this may seem like it's out of WC it isnt, this is in a different world, but yea, I did get the idea of orcish raiders from WC.
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-Riders of the Storm-

A human knight ran up to the commander's tent. Over the edge of the ridge fighting could be heard. "Commander Elsegore! Orcish riders ambushed our forward attack team and killed over three-quarters of our force! They've pushed us back into the valley. Fortunately we've got them in a bottle neck formation so they're easier to kill, but they're still slaughtering our forces! We need to take action immediatly they're pushing farther in by the second and we have almost no men left to fight!" Commander Elsegore's head fell to his hand. "Try to hold them were they are, in the meanwhile make preperations for retreat. We'll escape down the back of this ridge." The knight looked at the commander, "Yes sir! Shall we pack up the tents or leave them here?" The commander looked up, his eyes widened. "Get down!" He ducked to the ground, but it was too late for the knight. Before he knew what had happened the head of a spear emerged from his chest. He looked down, made a gurgling noise, and fell to the ground with a thud. All of the sudden the head of a wolf protruded through the tent flap. Then the body, and an orcish rider. The Orc smiled when it saw the commander. It raised it's sword, and with a swift movement it cleaved off the head of the commander, picking up the head the orc rode outside. He found a human spear and mounted the head on the end as a gruesome trophy for the Riders of the Storm...
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Garish the Lightfoot rode up by Barnig the Slaughterer. Barnig, the Cheiftain of the tribe wasn't a large figure, by orcish standards anyway. But he was a feared leader nonetheless. He wore black armor with spikes over the shoulders and a Wolf insignia on the chest. On either side of his waist was a scimitar, Bloodlust and Ripslash he called them. His hair was long and braided, it was black like many orcs, the ones who have hair that is. Garish spoke, "Cheiftain, we have destroyed the human encampment and taken the head of their leader as you commanded. What orders will you have me give now?" Barnig slowly turned his head to look at Garish. "Patrol in case of any survivors, once you're sure there aren't any left, do with the camp as you please. Then return here." Barnig truned his head again to look at the setting sun. "Yes cheiftain!" and with that, Garish rode off. Barnig turned and strode into the caves where the Raiders lived. It seemed primal at first glance but when inside it was obvious this was no ordinary orc hole. It was a complex network of tunnels and more like a dwarven city than some burrow a stupid creature dug. Barnig walked to the area where the wolves were kept. He found his, Glek'Natha was it's name, it meant Night Wolf in orcish tongue. Glek'Natha was the leader of the wolf pack the tribe used, and he would obey only the cheiftain of the tribe. Not even the wolf keepers could take care of him, it had to be Barnig. Barnog stroked the wolves head. He walked over to the Stable and grabbed his special saddle. It too was black, it had gold lining and was decorated quite elegantly for an orcish saddle. Once it was strapped on Barnig mounted Glek and they trotted off through the tunnels.
Once outside Barnig headed for the forest. "Damned humans." he thought. Coming into our land and trying to take it as their own. Always greedy those humans, always greedy. Well as long as I'm cheiftain of this tribe these humans will be shown no mercy! And I will kill everyone who even thinks of settling this land. This is the wolves natural pasture, and that is what it shall stay!" Just then he saw a fire up ahead. "Humans." he thought to himself. He rode slowly forward, quietly this time. It was indeed humans, four of them. Warriors by the looks of it. Barnig waited in the shadows for the perfect opportunity. It came...
Barnig urged Glek forward and they lunged into the human's campground. Glek's front paws hit the chest of one, pinning it to the ground. Barnig quickly pulled out Bloodlust and plunged the scimitar into the human's throat. He made a gurgling noise but was quickly silenced. The other three had been shocked momentarily but quickly realized what was going on. Barnig once again urged Glek forward and they ran into the shadows. But not to retreat, as soon as Barnig knew he was out of the human's site he turned Glek around and they charged back at the men. As they went he pulled out Ripslash. They burst out of the trees and Barnig brought the scimitars up horizontally to his sides. They ripped open the chests of two of the humans. They fell to the ground, not dead but mortally wounded. Barnig stopped in front of the last human standing. He smiled, the man dropped his weapon. "No please, show me mercy! I am but a traveller who wishes to once again wishes to see his family!" Barnig just continued to smile, "What village do you hail from puny human?" he asked. "I...I, come from Dusthollow." the man responded. "Oh don't worry then, your family will soon be dead. You wouldn't have anything to return to anyway. Well, now that we've got that little problem cleared up..." Barnig brought his weapons up and with a scissor like movement decapitated the man.
Barnig dismounted Glek and stared at the human's campfire. He had lied, the man's family wouldn't soon be dead, they would soon be enslaved. With that thought Barnig smiled again. He then picked up a burning stick from the fire and lit the men's tents and belongings on fire. He mounted Glek again and rode off into the forest...
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Well that's only part one, but give me some feedback and tell me whether or not you think I should continue the story. Thx for reading!

By The Doors?

uuuuuuuuh what? if your talking about the name then no, it just kinda came to me and I couldn't get it outta my head

Action packed no doubt, but action doesn't necessarily make a good story. You do have some pretty good descriptions and the distinct feeling of urgency of battle comes across. I would replace some of the repeated words like "kill" and "we are killing them" to something more descriptive and unique. Like, the orcs are falling in great numbers to our sword, but we cannot hold back their numbers! Or something as simple as we are crushing\annihilating\destroying...

You definitely need to switch the story over to the human side for a little while...and whatever plot you work out there has to be some give and take on both sides....look to emphasize deeper meanings and conflicts at certain points...like when he's looking at the caves or horizon....like how the orcs (of warcraft anyway not traditional orcs) are in harmony with nature unlike the humans etc etc

I see your points and I thank you for the input, but I do wanna point out that the story actually won't ever really be from the humans point of view because it really isn't about them. I did it to start because I thought it would be a good intro but later on the humans will actually be a very small part in the story

Riders of the Storm is also a song of HammerFall... HAMMERFALL PWNZ!!!