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[WorkerDrone]

Timber 12th 1279
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The jewel embroidered door came crashing down onto the fine, smooth floor, and two Dwarves. The Dwarf before the door, who stood dumbstuck, crossbow pointing down, was almost torn from his feet as a hail of crude bolts smashed into his face. "Letz get lootin'!" The Goblins stormed over the door and bodies, jumping in front of the holez in the walls and stikking spears into awaiting dwarves faces. The short onez lead a charge down the hall, pushing aside gruntz and peonz. "For the King Oddum!" Came the Dwarves. "Thaz more like it!" The goblin, decked in iron armour, with spikes attached to various spots for Dwarf stikking. A few skulls hung loosely at one side of his waist, and he wielded two looted Steel Battle Axes, stained in the blood of the two scouts outside.

The 'bow goblinz he took with him, laughed with glee beside him as they brought down the Chargeing dwarves, surpriseing the shortyz by dragging out curved swords and cutting down the lot of them, sending them into a rout. "Getz 'em youz maggot loverz!" The Goblin smiled inspite of himself. This may be a good time aftah all.

More Speargoblinz entered, and ran after the Dwarves, who were scrambleing over bodys and jumping through doors to hide behind their locked forms. The lead raidda, cackled a waved on a trio of Goblins, who weilded a iron stikkwith a dead shorty on the end of it. "Orgimz! Wherez the dwarfz? I wantz to get sum more 'eads fer me collection!"

The Raider smacked the goblin with a iron armoured hand, sending him sprawling. "You git! Where do you think da dwarfy folk are? Getz movein'!"

"Yeh boss!" The Goblin, leading a small squad of swordgoblinz, followed the rammaz, knocking in doors and cutting down dwarves.

OOC:

Okay, thats the first half. I might finish it. And it, of course will be longer then this little intro. If people liked this, I'll bother making something out of it. Nothing more then a excercise, with GOBLINS, and I mean REAL, nit, griddy, foul mouthed, unbalanced, and comical goblins as the main characters.

Also, all OBVIOUS spelling errors, you can guess, I get from Orkz. Anyone up for a little...WAAAGH?!

[martinuzz]

For Gork and Mork!


...And Armok!

[WorkerDrone]

One smashyz you when you ain't lookin', the other smashyz you when you is! Yeh!

[sir diesalot]

Don't forget Grumlok and Gazbag in your story .

[WorkerDrone]

Follow up on the Date Timber 12th 1279
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Orgims, and the rest of the raiders, had been busy with the Dwarves, Fishworkers and Woodcutters were felled left and right, and the occasional crippled Fortress Guard was taken by surprise.

The Goblin spat in the Swordsdwarfs face, and then stuck him in the face with a iron spike attached to his knee. The Dwarf writhed in agony on the ground for a few moments, while the goblin rolled his eyes and finished the Dwarf with a swing from one of his axes.

More Dwarves charged, and were equally tied up with Goblins, some with spears and axes, while the majority of the Goblins wielded swords of many kinds. Orgims kicked down a door, and joined two other Goblins in killing the occupant, who was a Baron, hideing under a chair. The two other raiders trashed the room, taking jewels from the open chest in the corner, while Orgims gazed at what he was looking for, though most of the raiders had no idea why they were here, but of course, they likely assumed, why not be here, killing the short folk, and stealing their crafts and young?

Orgims rolled up the map, and stuck it in a pack he had...been loaned, by a Broker, who would no longer be needing it. "Come on you two gitz! Time to finish with this 'ere shorty fort!" The two other raiders gave a crude salute, which by goblin costume, was a very rude gesture, and if formal, was followed by an insult.

Orgims grinned as the goblins charged out of the room, launching bolts at Dwarfs, screams ringing out moments later. The Goblin came out of the room, one axe ready to take out a Short Folk. Three Dwarves charged the Goblin, ones who had gotten past the other raiders, and tried to stick the Green terror with spears. The Goblin dispatched the first one, the steel axe smashing into his face and rending flesh with ease, sending him sprawling.

He took out the second one, after dodgeing a few thrusts from a Steel spear. Orgims knocked aside the weapon, and took off the Dwarven head, which obviously wasn't being used lately. The third one tried to run, but a strike to the back of its head, and a guttered cry was all it took for it.

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The huge double doors came crashing down, and the raiders stormed in, Orgims following behind lazily as he laughed at how the Inner Chamber guards tried to defend their leader, a prince who was screaming at the guards to kill them. Orgims watched as his raiders made short work of them, cutting throats, and sliceing apart guards who thought they might be able to surrender. Orgims held up a armoured hand, stopping his goblins from kill the prince, who was cowering in his throne.

"Not today you louts! Maybe when the squirt is worth it!" The raiders parroted his laughter, and filed the room. Orgims walked up to the Prince, who had broken into tears, holding up feeble hands to stop a killing blow. Orgims tore off the Dwarfs crown, and smashed it under foot, and barked laughter, leaveing the dwarf to his chamber, which was covered in dead bodies, blood flowing in pools around his throne...

End of Part Two

Will get to Part Three, erm...soon. Decided that two parts wern't enough. Not sure how long I want it.

[Jetman123]

WAAAAAAAAAGH!

[Eita]

What the hell? He let someone live? Da Orkz only let those who can give 'um a good fight live!

[WorkerDrone]

One, these are goblins. And I'm not even useing the slightly british accents! Two, I find making sure all Goblins happen to be smart enough to know that senseless violence isn't as effective in giving off a message then destroying a fortress, then leaveing the kings son to let them know what happened. That and I needed a pawn for future story progression. Revenge and all that bean.

[WorkerDrone]

Timber 25th 1279
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Orgims smacked his lips. The wolves and various other wildlife that roasted over the large fires, surrounded by goblins made him quite content in a way. About 250, now, thought Orgims. The Raiding party had finally met up with Orgims Warhearth. The Iron Smashers was his Warhearths name, one of the many Nomadic tribes that thrived on war, namely, against the Short Folk that made their liveing in their mountain homes, many of which had become bold enough to start makeing outposts in their hunting grounds of all places. Like the one they had just cleaned out.

Orgims was smarter then the average goblin, and he knew that dead dwarfy boys meant mad dwarfy boys. The Short Folk that had survived would return home with what little possessions were left to them, along with that kings son. They wouldn't send more Short Folk this way anytime soon.

Orgims was a little more content to know that the recent gains had allowed him a map that those brainy dwarves that the gruntz came with had made maps of the entire area, and notes that Orgims had been lucky enough to understand. He had spent countless nights rageing over the complex dwarvy language, and had managed to get the gist of what they said.

Over the last few days, they smashed the rival Warhearths, and managed to get some more gruntz themselves. More goblins for his mighty raiding party. And if they didn't like it, they could hang out with the dwarves on pikes surrounding the outter camp grounds, where birds picked away at the flesh.

"Boss! We found sum un ober 'ere! Yeh!" The goblin nodded eagerly as Orgims got up, slightly angry at the Goblin. He gave him a smack to the face for good measure. "What is it?!" Said Orgims. "Human boss!" Said the goblin. Orgims, now slightly interested, allowed the goblin to lead him to the captive.

When they arrived, the Human in question was roughed up already, by slightly overzealous goblins. Orgims laughed and pushed aside the young ones. "Enough of that you louts. We need 'im alive if hes to talk, yeh?"

"Yeh!" Came the goblins, cheering as their boss took the human by the collar. The man in question, barely out of boyhood was struggleing inspite of it all. "Oi! 'is ones got sum spunk, eh?" Orgims shook up the Human slightly, stopping any protest.

"Now tell me this human!" Sneered the Warleader. "What is it you be doing 'ere then, eh?"

"Eat steel foul beast!" The human spat back. The boy lashed out suddenly, a once hidden knife now in his hands. Orgims took him roughly by the wrist, and tore the weapon out of his hands, before smacking him upside the head, dazeing the human. "Not very smart now are you?" The goblins were about to stikk the human, before the Warleader held up a hand. "Nah! Tie up the idiot-boy. I'll deal with 'im later, and maybe find out why he would be stupid enough to sneak up all in 'ere."

A greenskin came running down the lane way of patchwork tents and makeshift Beakdog pens. "Boss! Hummies on the attack!" The goblin shook a spear in frantic movements. "Stop pointin' that stikk at me ya idiot! Now where be the humans?"

"Ober at the west side o' camp boss! Yeh!" Orgims shook his head. "Saddle up ladz!"

End of Part Three

[WorkerDrone]

Follow up on the date Timber 25th 1279
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General chaos could decribe the events taking place on said west side of the Warhearth. The outter camp to the west swarmed with the humans, most armed with spears and little armour, or swords and half plate and mail. Banners hung showing them a small force of the Kingdom of the North, where they were suppose to be occupied by the Elven Folk who demanded again and again to stop killing nature, and of course attacked with wooden swords, and their far more powerful bows.

Goblins armed with Crossbows fired, making ragged the chargeing spearmen, while the warriors armed with swords, maces, and the rare warhammer shrugged off fire, and dueled the Raiders who had arrived in time to hold off the attackers from rampageing through the Warhearth. My Warhearth! Thought Orgims as he kicked a knight on a horse off his mount, to be skewered by a goblin waiting. Orgims sat astride his Wargh, a extremely large wolf, which were rare in number, and very rare indeed.

Of course, only the Green Folk knew how to find and tame the like, and only the biggest and the strongest. Orgims was such a Goblin, he thought absently as his mount slashed at spears, breaking off heads, and thrashed enemys in its maw, to throw to the side limp and broken. Orgims took up the javelin in the long quiver to the side of his saddle.

The spear, at close range, ripped through mail like clothe with its 'goblinized' point. The Knight toppled off his mount with a spear sticking through his breast. "Quite a bit o' dose humies in platez, ain't dare?" Orgims said to his folk aside him. "Letz thin dare rankz den!"

The Goblins cheered, screaming their collective battlecry. "Waaaaaaargh! Orgimz for Hearth! Hearth for Orgimz!" Spearmen were taken down in a hail of bolts, while other enemys were driven back by the bloodlust filled charge of the goblins, most of them armed with good enough crafted Iron Armour, and well enough kept steel weapons. Orgims had spent years trying to get smiths good enough to atleast maintain weapons and armour, if not make them. His...incentives sped up the process.

"Dis 'ere is a fight, ain't it?" The goblins replied "Yeh!" Orgims smiled. "Den letz share the fun with dem humies, righ'?!" More cheers. Orgims led the charge through the ranks of the humans, driveing a spear he had been 'loaned' from a fallen human, killing a enemy as he drove the point down into his heart. Orgims pulled out one of his axes, and slashed away at anyone foolish enough to get close to him...or survive the slobbering might of his mount.

Goblins that were of his regular force, and not of his elite, armed with fewer steel weapons, but plenty of armour charged in with spears, axes, swords, hammers, and clubs. Slashing and hacking their way into the enemy ranks, soon the humans were on the run. The Greenskin charge had died down, but ranks of marksgoblins shot bolts at the retreating backs of humans, scoreing quite a few kills as some men stumbled and spun to the ground, bolts making their way into their innards, or right in and out in some cases.

As the sounds of battle died down, Orgims grabbed hold of a Greenskin who seemed caught up in a little looting. "Oi! You dare! Whatz da big idea wit' dese humies walking all up in my Warhearth, eh?!"

The goblin stuttered out a reply. Orgims, despite what many other Warcheifs were prone to, did not give into many fits of anger...many. But any goblin in the Hearth would like to avoid being the target of such anger. "Well, erm, boss. The humies 'eard we were here because...well sum of our boyz gone wandered off and gave away our position."

That goblin wouldn't be feeling his face for a few days.

End of Part Four

[WorkerDrone]

Obsidian 5th 1279
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It was a grim and terrible day, the 5th of Obsidian. The cold air was made more wicked by the harsh wind. The frozen ground was as bitter as the grey sky that mourned for the loss of Autumn. Shash Kai'esh shivered despite his thick fur coat. The man cursed under his breath as his words were lost to the winds that made it almost impossible to speak with his comrades beside him.

The mail armour was cold, as was his sword and shield, and it ached to wield either of them. He had wrapped clothe around his hands to prevent frost bite. Thick fur lined boots crunched in the snow, as they all wore the same attire, thick coats, boots, makeshift gloves, armour and weapons ready.

"Attack!" Shash said quietly as he swung forward with his curved sword, which had one edge and a heavy blade and weighted hilt, perfect for takeing limbs. The dozen or so men beside him, all adventurers, or as they were more commonly known in times of war, mercenaries, fanned out.

They ducked down on either side of the road from further up, ready to pounce on their prey. Mules loaded with items, and horses on either side of them with archers and lancers on top, the pointy eared soldiers watching for enemys like statues as the only movement they made was cause of their mounts. Spearmen and bowmen walked beside the pack animals, all of said animals carrying war supplies, weapons, food, and drink in bulk. "Two lancers. One horsearcher. Fire...now." Shash said this quickly, and quietly to the five men beside him, all a few feet apart. After a few moments arrows flew, and the horsearcher and both lancers fell, arrows cutting off their death screams. On the other side of the road, six men leaped out of the brush, taking Elven Folk down instantly as mauls, axes and swords cloved through Elven flesh.

"Attack!" The men beside them had their swords out, their bows put aside. By now, mules either stopped, fear in their eyes as fighting rang out around them, or even kicked, sending elven troops flying. In a few moments all of the Elven Folk had been crushed. A few of the animals had gone off track, but most were on the road, unharmed. The ones that had gone to far would be killed by wolves.

"Round up the animals, and lets get moveing. Soon." The dozen other men nodded, and strode off, taking care to calm down the animals so they could relead the small Caravan to the nearest town, on a differant track of where the elven soldiers were going. "Tash Shun'ta, get our mounts and the look outs here. Take Dashi Shun'ta with you." The veteran nodded to his old captain. "As you wish, venerable Kai'esh."
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Orgims watched with mild interest as the young ones wrestled, or sparred with wooden weapons. The newest batch of whelps had grown old enough to be trained as proper goblins all were. At least, thats how it was in the south. If you couldn't muster enough troops, you would be killed or enslaved by those who could. And if you couldn't muster enough good ones, you would still be killed or enslaved by those who could.

That was the life of a Goblin. They lived for war, and they never stopped, even in 'peace'. They would train, and get ready to fight again. Some even forgot that the only reason they fought was because every one else did to. To take out war from the life of a goblin was unheard of. And the life of war was a cruel one. Just how Orgims wished it. "You see 'ere Vazzy, if'n dare ain't no hard stuff ta make tough, den you ain't gonna last in dis 'ere camp! So shape up, or I'll shape you for ya." The Human merely glared at the Goblin. "Its Vazshek." Orgims laughed. "I'm glad youz got some spunk in ya kid! Otherwise you would be a 'ery depressing prisoner."

The human muttered in a brooding manner as he watched the Goblins attack each other in mock-battle. "Now den Vazzy, what is it dat you see 'ere?" The human glared again. "A bunch of Greenskin barbarians attacking each other with sticks. What else do you think?" Orgims, once again merely smirked and chuckled again. "No, no that wouldn't be wut they be doin'. Their now running a drill."

Vazshek raised an eyebrow, and looked out to the other field that the Warcheif had pointed out as the goblins formed up into a tight square, all armed with pikes, and marching in unison. They had managed not to get their pikes tangled up as well. After a few minutes Vazshek said "Copying our tactics then Greenskin?" Orgims laughed. "You humies should feel honored. Your takteks are very nice 'n the like. That dare square is good for mass stikking!" Orgims laughed, roughly hitting Vashshek in the shoulder, nearly sending the human off balance. "Barbarian..." Muttered Vazshek.

End of Part Five

[WorkerDrone]

This is a very empty thread...*Looks up* Three posts! In a row! Crap...make that four.

[Plank of Wood]

Whaaaaaaght?! No-one is posting?!

[WorkerDrone]

Uh. Well you posted. But otherwise, nope. But thats kinda normal. I wasn't expecting many posts. Just commenting on how my thread is very devoid of other posts beside my own. Within quite a few days.

Author Dwarf cancels write story-waiting for feedback.

[Dame de la Licorne]

If you think this thread's devoid of posts, take a look at my thread "The Histories of Scarbasement" found here:http://www.bay12games.com/forum/index.php?topic=26126.0.  I prefer to go by view number for my encouragement.    Keep writing!