You throw your longsword at both Goblins' weapons, slicing them in half, and sending what remained of the swords off-target. You tackle the Goblin nearest to you, while Fleister kicks the second Goblin with his uninjured leg. You grab both Goblins from the ground and smack their heads together, and hold them in place for Fleister to cut their heads off. While all this was happening, Fluffles took out the remaining Goblins that posed a threat to you three. Fluffles then climbed back to the neck and killed any Goblins that wanted to try their luck climbing to the head. You lay Fleister down to make him comfortable, and hear a cheer come from the forces fighting on the ground. You look towards the fissure, and instead of seeing Goblins pour through, you now see Elves running in. They are led by two riders now! You see the massive Ice dragon that the elf army was led by, but you now see a relatively small Water Dragon with the unmistakable form of an Orc on top. At the sight of their leader, the Orc wall-of-death gives a shout, and the Goblin forces completely break. Goblins flee in every direction.
The battle was won.
You tell Fleister the great news, and he thanks you graciously "If you hadn't arrived both Jawrok and I would have been dead." Fluffles, finished with killing the Goblins, comes back to you, and gestures for you to mount him and glide off Jawrok's back. The Orc rider flies to you. You notice that Fluffles and his dragon are nearly the same height, but the Water Dragon was about twice as long and looked very streamlined for aquatic travel. The Orc greets himself as Gat, and his dragon as Grommok. He tells you that he found Grommok alongside another dead Water Dragon on the shores of the ocean. The Dead dragon was killed by Goblins. "I gave Grommok some food, which he ate hungrily. It was that same day that my hometown was completely razed and pillaged by a force of Goblins. I witnessed the destruction from afar. And used grommok's fast swimming speed to race to our fortress on the coastline and warn my brethren there. After a close battle with countless losses, we won the battle. But only a moment later, the Elf rider you see there came and told us to gather as many troops as possible to kill a group of renegade humans and meet up at Rendrek to fend off this Goblin siege." You tell Gat your story of how you received Fluffles,and Gat almost throws up when you describe how the Goblins used Fluffles as a hostage to force his mother into their bidding. After you say that your party of 50 men set out for Rendrek, Gat tells you that Almar, the elf rider requested a meeting with the other riders as part of a discussion about the prophecy. You can tell that Gat does not like Almar, and when you ask him why, he says, "all elves are really proud, and this one seems to have gotten the lions share of pride. I just can't stand being around him." Regardless, you two head up to the grand hall, where the meeting was taking place.
Even by dwarven standards, the Grand hall was complete overkill. It was large enough to hold 50 full-grown dragons and give them plenty of elbow room. Instead of a hexagonal prism, like the entrance of the fortress, the Hall was a perfect elliptical prism, with a long table at on focci and the largest throne you had ever seen at the other. The roof was an elliptical dome, but its highest point was off-centered so that it was directly over the throne. It looked like a side of an egg. It was at the long table that the meeting was held. Dwarves scurried all around Jawrok, pulling weapons out of his underbelly, patching the injuries up, and tying his wings back into recognizable shapes. Fleister himself was sitting at the table with his injured leg held straight in a cast. Almar was offered by the Dwarves many times to help heal his Ice dragon, but he refused, insisting that only elves do the healing. You and Gat happily accepted the Dwarves offer to heal Fluffles and Grommok. Gat, Fleister, and yourself sat towards the middle of the table, where talking could be kept quiet to prevent any unnecessary eavesdropping, but Almar walks over to the end of the table, and sits himself at the head seat. Fleister grumbles under his breath. You hear the words "nerve, secrecy, urgent" as he walks to the end of the table, sitting next to Almar, on the side. You and Gat do the same. Almar speaks in a voice as if he were talking to servants, "Now that you finally finished chatting amongst yourselves, let us talk about the pressing matter at hand. The prophecy." You now understand why Gat didn't like him.
"We all know that Gasmog is the only Goblin rider, so he must be the one the prophecy is talking about. He must have decided that the Goblins influx in population was the best time to strike against the other races. He was last seen at the dark fortress of Oix, and I've no reason that he would be anywhere else, so that is where we'll strike." Am I clear? Without waiting for a response, Almar continues, now speaking directly to Fleister. The Orc and the human will go ahead, since they will only slow us down. We will wait for you and your dragon to be healed enough to be useful, at which point, we will catch up with the others, he says while gesturing towards you and Gat. Once we reach Oix, us two will assault together." Almar says, still talking only to Fleister. "Now, does anybody here unable to comprehend what I just said." Fleister and Gat are clearly agitated, but Almar was clearly the Senior of the group. 200 years older than Fleister. So nobody looked like they were going to say anything. If you want to speak up about anything, now was the time.
(I know that you probably want to stab Almar for being an asshole right now, but for the sake of my plot, please don't.)
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