Granite 1st 1280
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The slightly less cold climate of the plainlands, now almost empty of snow, stretched on for miles as before Orgims, hundreds of Goblins walked with their life stalk, mounts, and wagons. Newly aquired workers had come to either join up, or perhaps work the mild spring away for some meals, and perhaps a bit of gold looting on the side as well.
His mount, now slightly less slobbering and agressive as it was on the day they fought those Humans, strided alongside dozens of Goblins mounted on slightly small beakdogs. Slightly tattered, though that was rather the point, Orgims thought, were carried on either side of his calvalry, and beside them more troops marched, now ready whelps who had been finally molded into warriors after six months of training.
Vazshek rode on a horse beside his mount, the Wargh needing to be watched with care so it would not decide to take a bite out of the Humans own mount. Goblins sat ready to take down the human with crossbows should he make a run for it. "Vazzy, wut is it ya think wez be marching fer den?"
"How should I know. Your barbarians, I suppose its for war." Orgims thought for a moment. "I 'pose it is fer war. But why?" The Human paused before replying in his rather sarcastic manner. "A goblin asking why but for war? Well...are you planning on attacking the Dwarves?" Orgims shook his head, looking ahead as a slightly amuseing brawl played out, broken up by some of the Militia. "Nah! da Short Folk ain't worth the trouble of stomping dare forts if'n we can't get inside with out loseing sum good gobz! Even the loot they be keepin' inside dare hide holes, are to hard to get to, when dare are sum other goblinz to smash, or some humies to stomp!"
Vazshek sighed. "But thats not how its suppose to be! Up north, goblins always target dwarf fort-" Orgims turned and glared. "Only 'cause dey stupid! Rushing up in hordes trying smash dem forty things with bad weapons, only to get stomped back, hard...'ere we fight smart, or we die!" Orgims turned again looking forward at the setting sun. "Dare ain't no time for lost force 'n da like. Not if'n we lose to many good raida's."
Gloomily, Vazshek brooded once again, lazily leaning on the pommel of his sadle. "Boss!" A goblin to Orgims' side pointed at the oncoming riders, who were raiseing up a cloud of dust. Orgims and two other goblins rushed out to meet them under a flag of truce. Once the dust settled, Orgims nodded at the messanger and his companions. "Ripkinz! How are ya been doin' ya old dog you!"
The messanger returned a grim smile as he gripped the Warcheifs forearm in warrior salute. "Fair 'n all dat Orgimz. Boss Nazgue haz a message from farther north though. There are pointy earz going your way, lookz like dare trying to link up with dose Tree Folk farther south wes'. Nazgue said he owes you wun fer dat las' winter when ya stomped those kobolds who started ta act up 'n the like. Wez gotz ta go, but be careful Orgimz. I know you and yer boyz gotz it handled, but there be summin' strange goin' on up north, and we can't get anybody up dare ta check it out 'n stuff."
Orgims said good bye to them, watching them storm off back north, where they were headin'. "Alright boyz! You heard da gob'! Time to do some Tree lovva stompin'!"
"Waaargh!"
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Northern Lands, Obsidian 4th 1279
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Arulean ducked his head as the crossbow bolt flew over head. Nocking a arrow, he fired, taking down the human filth that had fired the arrow. "For the New Forest!" Cheers rose up from the shadows and trees as more arrows sniped and snapped short the lives of the tired Human Warriors, who had been skirmishing with the Elven Folk who ambushed them from up in the huge trees and the dark shadows, with spears and bows.
Arulean fired again, taking down armoured night with a bodkin arrow, at fairly close range as the knight tried to run him down. The elven leader left for a new position, so he could snipe away at the humans again.
After more vollys of arrows, dozens of Elven soldiers rushed out with spears, dragging Humans down from their mounts, and spearing those armed with swords and axes between the ribs. The Humans routed, running scattered in differant directions, some getting taken down by arrow fire that still weaved out of the elven positions in the trees. The rest would be picked off by Elven troops further around the forest.
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Arulean opened the clothe entrance way into the tent, which like all of their tents, was made with out animal parts, and only materials foraged from the giveing land. Eldest one, we have put the knife in the Filthy Humans that were lured within the forest. The rest are being rounded up for the camps." The much older Elven person, though for the Tree Folk, age* rarely showed, unless in extreme cases, turned from the map he had been studying on a table made of rock, that had been dragged into the tent for studious purposes. "Ah! Arulean! Come here, come, come. "
The younger Elf came forward to stand by the Elders side. Following the older Elfs directions he studied the map for what the Eldest one had been talking about earlier that day. "This is the place where our brothers dwell?" The Eldest one nodded. "Yes, and the only way blocking out way to victory over the filthy humans, and then the dwarves, are the vile hordes of Greenskin who dwell within the southern lands. We cant get close enough, because the damnable goblins there are just to well equiped and trained to fall for our guile. I am at a loss as to what we are to do."
"It is the winter months my Elder, so if we left now with a warparty, we could evade the Goblins in the forrests that island the great plains to the south. And then join our brothers and easily repel all enemys who block out path back to the north!"
The Elder nodded grimly. "Then go, young one, with my blessing. Take who and what you will, and go with the blessing of the Gods." Arulean left the tent, mounted his horse, and went off to muster his forces.
End of Part Six
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