"Graaaaghaagha! Peice of junk!" Ousire kicked the thorny branch he had just stepped on driving a second set of long thorns into his foot. "Ooof oof oof"
"Shhh, you'll scare away all the game, or worse, piss off the GrandDuke and get us hammered." his companion Labs Feastsword whispered harshly. "And we are NOT getting paid enough for that."
Ousire sat on a nearby log to pull out the thorns a to calm down from his huff. "Bleeding Nobles! Always throwing their weight around, its not like they have any skills they just rule and those brutes the royal guard enforce it."
"Hey now, carefuller with that talk, they might get woried you will start another tantrum spiral, and we lost to many people in those day."
i know, it just gets to me some times. But seriously! Can you believe he made us Walk the entire way, and he insisted on choosing the rout, 'I am the GrandDuke, I know the way. I dont need the higly trained trackers and scouts to help me at all.' Geez" Ousier had almost ran out of breath trying to force as much pumpasity into his voice while imitating the GrandDuke. He felt dizzy and slid off the log losing his grip on his crossbow.
The Weapon hit the ground with a TWANG and a bolt disapeared into the bushed followed by a short whine.
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Gloaf Sandhammers the Triumph of squirrels stood at the edge of the camp kind of jittery. He just had this feeling, something wasn't right the forest was too quiet. he heard steps behind him, slow, deliberate, and headed right for him. He swung around his spear at the ready and let out a shrill war cry.
Commander Deathlord Pleatedgears the Alchemical Trifels stared down at the jumpy dwarf with a slight grin on his face just before being taken by an enormous yawn. "Relax, its a hunting trip and The Picks of Deification have no enemies in these parts, actualy come to think of it. we haven't been at war for nearly a century, so we are safe here. But stay on your toes, we are the Royal Guard! We Are the Fist that Holds the Picks Together!" they both let out a guttural shout in salute before returning to their posts.
Gloaf was a little calmer but he had been in the last war as a recruit, He had seen the Demoness who had lead the goblins of the southernmost border of The Scraped Mire at Drillbad. Some say she was a succubus, and it was felt that day, none of the soldiers among the Picks relayed the information but the complete loss of self control was something intoxicating. Gloaf had promised himself he would never leave his guard down ever again. He remembered the screams from Commander Dastot Complexaxes, one of the rear commanders, he was boiled slowly from the inside out. Sad Ruthlessmenace the Flickering Spiders was dead now slain by an elf, but The Deceiver of Monkeys still stood as a testament to her evil and its goblins, hold up in their many obsidian Palaces and towers, still loomed over the reigon.
He still saw her standing over him every time he woke, she stood her marble white skin and eyes as black as pitch her sultry lips parted slightly, inviting, he wanted to feel her polished Impala horns against his skin. She called for him to return to Drillbad to live in piece and constant ecstasy and he had seen many of the Picks military deserted over the years, officially they left to seek action and glory with mercenary bands, but Golaf knew. He knew far to well. Far to well.
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the plot is hinted thickens!
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