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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1183721" data-attributes="member: 8222">OoC:Taking a bit of liberty to get things rolling...It had been a crushing message. Lord Zuregath was Dead...How could something like this have happened?Captain Vespazian looked out of the Tower's window, seeing another group of Goblins below mounting upon Worgs or trotting off affoot, the Cowards.Deserters,all...they would Pay...A knock on the door of the Captain's door brought him out of his smouldering reverie, as the Goblins fled like rats before the coming Storm of the Aruthian Legions (rumored perhaps a week away at most) to the South and the forces of Iron King Bevrokk at the Western Border of Zuregath's Domain, licking their lips at the thought of looting his most August Self, Zuregath.Those fools hadn't sent forces to stop the Damned Elvish legions...not even a token force, by everything Infernal. Now it was obvious that their hesitancy was because Bevrokk, that bloated Tiefling Bastard, had waited for just such a thing to happen:Zuregath Dead... The Knock repeated, insistant, followed by the door Opening. In another time, a mere few days ago, that would have earned whoever was on the other side a flogging, or worse,now...It was the Goblin, Blaught, the mad little beast. Blaught had his uses, however, and he had stayed when so many of his brethren were fleeing north and West...some might even be heading to join up with Bevrokk, Goblins weren't known for their Loyalty.'Come in, Corporal Blaught...] Vespazian said as he turned once more to the window sill of his tower in Ruier Vragganar (Draconic:South-Watch). A squad of hobgoblins was returning from patrol. Now there were Loyal troops. Gods if only Zuregath had had a few thousand more of them instead of the rabble that the other iron kings had sent as a Token force...A quartet of Ogre Muragar drilled in the courtyard below, arguing amongst themselves regarding something only they understood. A Goblin trotted by, a pack in his hands, preparing to depart the sinking ship.One of the Muragar focused on the little Goblin and,shouting 'No run away, maggots!, he drew a short sword from his belt and hurled it, impaling the Goblin, the throw carrying it some 10 feet and sticking it to the inside of the Gate. A dozen Goblins that had been right behind it looked nervously at the Muragar, who were tensed like great Hunting cats looking for the rabbit to bolt, then backed up slowly, returning into the Keep and their barracks,presumably.'Blaught, double the food ration of those Muragar tonight, take it out of the Goblin rations, or the Goblins themselves, if need be...'Blaught nodded nervously and then said what he had come up to say ' Aruthians not a week away, though scouts say they have forward forces closer, much closer...Centaurs and Calvary. We have maybe a hundred troops remaining, mostly Hobgoblins, no more than 6 Dire Wolf Riders (hobgoblins)half a dozen Ogres,um...a few Goblins...and Urcar.' Vespasian smiled, Urcar was the Keep's Mascot, a Behir. The beast was tempermental, but amicable as long as she was allowed prisoners (or Goblins, if no prisoners were available) to devour a couple of times a week.Blaught continued 'These forward forces...they are two days out, Captain...with a forced march, we could catch them in Snaketooth Pass...an Ambush, perhaps?'Two days out...</blockquote>

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