Step Toward Greatness

'I'll chose this one' Baranor though to himself as he picked the Lord of dawn's swordmanship

The instant Baranor made his choice a sudden migraine started to inflict him as he stumbled but quickly caught himself. As the migraine wasn't extremely painful it was instead the knowledge that was being transferred to him of a unknown man in a unknown place that was affecting his mental space. The memories of this swordsmanship was overflowing through his head causing a information overload making him fall to a knee with his 2 underlings coming to assist him. Once Baranor got ahold of himself he looked at the 2 uruk's and said he was fine before grabbing his sword and leaving outside.

"Faramir, is there a training ground here?" Baranor asked

"There is my liege, this way if you would!" Faramir said as he lead the way

Once they arrived their were a variety of uruk's and a few orcs which all kneeled down and promptly greeted him. Baranor dismissed them to continue with their day as he planned to train on his own. Baranor took a stance that was muscle memory to him as well as incorporating the new knowledge he found himself in possession of. He found the knowledge that now resided within his mind was just like a weight being lifted off his shoulders, although a little rough from just learning the technique he knew it was already a great improvement. Since Baranor was outside already he decided to go ahead and gather all of the outpost whether they were hunting, attending to their newly captured animals or just guarding the gate, all were called

Meanwhile when Baranor was asleep Lunamir had hit the level of 20 and once again evenly distributed the his stats evenly and received a skill as if level 20 was a mile stone. He noticed it was quite familiar to his current skill fog of light, yet it was a permanent buff instead of a temporary one and it affected the land. Almost as if the new skill took inspiration of the skill he already held or perhaps it was vice versa. Looking at the new skill he was quite satisfied, however he felt as if appearing overnight would be rather suspicious to his new holder so he decided to issue a quest once more. While Baranor was still resting Lunamir decided to keep up the progression of slowly but surely increasing the number of uruk's and constantly evolving the orcs. It got to the point to where instead of it being a camp filled with mostly orcs and only around 1/3 of them being uruk's it was now becoming 50/50 although during this process a few orcs lost their lives as well, and by a few it was nearly 25% of the orcs died in battle.

In order to continue this forced evolution chain and to command the orcs, Lunamir ordered the leader of the outpost now known as Faramir to gather enough orc's to replenish the amount lost including the few women that were there. Once near the bed side of their new lord, Faramir would put the orc's on the bedside where Baranor was resting and Lunamir would dominate them from that distance, thus creating a vicious cycle of forced evolution. Even the women weren't spared as Lunamir discovered the chances of a orc giving birth to a uruk even if the father was a uruk was at best 75% and at worst 25%. Lunamir realizing that the gestation* of the uruk's was rather quick and the growth rate of a uruk was quick as well and would only take 12-15 years to mature.

Taking all of this and the sexual drive and urges of their race it was only natural to make even the women evolve to guarantee a stronger race in the end, instead of a lack luster one such as the orc's. Lunamir felt little to no remorse and simply thought this was the only way to be strong in the long run. Although Lunamir did think of attempting to get one of the uruk's to an even higher tier he realized it was quite unrealistic at the moment as nothing around here could really push one to it's limits and he still needed someone who was on that edge of the 4th tier which no one was remotely close to. While Lunamir was thinking of this another issue arose, if he could even dominate everyone in the outpost, as of now the limit was 200 and originally their was nearly 500 in the outpost. Due to the forced evolution however, their was only a little more than 400 which was perfect for the amount of skill points currently in Lunamir's possession. 

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-Domination (Lvl4): Dominated beings 200/200

-Upgraded!

Domination (Lvl8): Dominated beings 200/400

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With that out of the way he decided to give the upgrade of domination as another reward for using the skill land of light. While Lunamir was continuing his forced evolution plan he noticed Baranor awake and saw how he had to ask a priest to show his stats when Lunamir thought to himself 'why can't i just do it for him?' and that's exactly what he did. Lunamir was watching Baranor mess with his stats and even chose a form for his newly upgraded swordsmanship, while Lunamir himself was also curious where this last option came from he could only assume it was something to do with himself. Once Baranor was done he went to go test his new skills out for himself and finally decided to call all members of the outpost back.

'so it begins' Lunamir thought to himself

Baranor looked at the crowd of orc's and uruk's noticing it to be quite a bit smaller than before, however he wasn't here for that. Once Faramir shouted to the crowd to quite down and to kneel before their lord they did exactly just that. Baranor took to the stage and addressed the outpost

"Greeting's my army! As you all know you are under my command now, You are my first army! The first step to greatness, the first step to defiance! For too long we have been treaded on under foot, for too long we have been looked aside as mere outcast, Weaklings! This day however, this day will be the first step to strength, and the final step of weakness! Join me! as we march onto these lands and conquer all under out foot, for it is our time to make them fear! It is our time to toss those who looked down on us aside!" Baranor shouted proudly trying to increase the morale of his new troops

The uruk's and orc's hearing these words all shouted in unison ready to march under a new banner and conquer these new lands, to gain strength they used to envy. Before they could continue for too long though Baranor once again took the reigns and silenced the crowd.

"However! I know their are a few among this crowd that don't wish for me to lead or believe they are more fit for the role than I, so I ask those among you who share these feelings step up right now and we shall see who is fit to lead!" Baranor invited

After a few whispers and murmurs a few uruks and orcs stood out of the crowd and walked towards Baranor and finally stopped. Their were about 20 of them, Baranor looked at them not really surprised that their were a few.

As the most noticeable one took to the crowd he was a uruk who had white hair and plenty of scars all around his body.

"Brothers and sisters! Why are you allowing yourselves to be deceived by such a puny human can't you see he is merely a lump of flesh waiting to be cut down! Are you really going to betray your master to side with this human? Hah! He speaks of our troubles but doesn't know of them! look at him! He's only snack size! And yet you think that if we betray our dark lord we'll be spared? Please! Do you think that human can do anything!" The uruk shouted

"Hmph! Coward!" Faramir stated 

"Faramir, it is fine, besides an army with internal issues it worse than a army of peasants, let me deal with it" Baranor said

"All those who question my authority step forward!" Baranor said

Once the group gathered in front of Baranor he stood in front of them and locked eyes with the uruk he took to be the leader. 

"All of you, circle around, it seems I need to teach a lesson!" Baranor said

*Gestation- (the process where a baby is developed inside the womb)