Gazing at the Goblins
~Rise of the Netherguard *************************************
Note:
I apologize for the short lengths of the earlier chapters. I am working off a *script* which I had written to create a game map, and I am over time going to slowly yet surely convert it into a short story. I shall make more of an effort to.. Lengthen it and explain more for the audience sake. Maybe the following chapter will enlighten some readers as to some of the happenings going on?
Now to continue in the same vein, I shall open a capillary. I think we left the story right before the fireworks began?
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The sky burned a crimson red as the first stone made its way to the ground. It arced into the air, leaving behind a trail of scarlet energy, and began its descent. The ground seemed to well up just before impact, a boil ready to be popped. The Stone hit, and the ground beneath it exploded as if it were a meteor. Cobblestone and mortar flew everywhere as the ground erupted, leaving behind a crater at least three times larger then the goblin sized boulder that was flung.
Then the next stone came- and another- and another. Each hit with accuracy that the townspeople had never seen before. This was not the work of Goblin Science that brought these stones down upon their town, it was something far more sinister. They began to run for their lives.
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"Mwa ha ha ha ha ah."
The Dreadlord stood amidst the catapults, watching as the stones did their damage. The goblin he had been manipulating was going too slowly, giving his forces too much room to muck around in. Too much time had been wasted, the Heart needed to be in the Dreadlords hands NOW!
"Breath In, Breath Out." He needed to vent a little steam. Time was always an enemy these days, even to an immortal Dreadlord like himself.
This was against everything the battle hardened Dreadlord had been raised to believe in; precision was everything, that's why he initially chose the goblins to control once the Chaos began. Unfortunately his initial plans to control the goblins failed. Not surprisingly, the keen and developed minds made them immune to his blood magic; forcing him to take another route.
He started his plans to conquer a tribe by eliminating their most immune technicians, repeating the process every generation until he got results. Thank the Demons that Goblins breed fast, otherwise it would have taken him centuries to weaken the Goblin bloodline. Too bad that in doing so he removed the very thing he sought to culture within them, the precision and intelligence that made them formidable.
~Silence~
"Mwa ha ha ha ha ah."
He was enjoying the moment too much to really bother with regret. He could always kill them all off and start fresh.
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"Kamari, wait up! I can't catch up!"
Alexander Orcslayer struggled along the plains, running as fast as he could towards the city in the distance. There was a fire burning in the city now, and he could see the citizens streaming out of the front gate of the city.
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"What are you doing! Get over to your catapult you fools'!"
Graxil kicked a couple of Goblins as they went running past his tent, screaming about possessed catapults. He grabbed an engineer as he came running by.
"You there, what the hell is going on?"
"Sorry sir! Big Demon walks up to our catapults and starts making them all attack city. We take a look and decide he is on his own. Can I go now sir?"
Graxil dropped the goblin on the ground, watching him scurry away and into the field. Graxil pondered for a moment, his goblin intelligence starting to clank away, deducing his next action. Thinking never came easy to Graxil, his father said that it was not always like that. His father said something about a mind-cloud that had descended, and that there was only one way to fight it. Graxil pondered for a minute, and then tried his father's idea. ~Think Money~
What would he have to spend in order to get the most out this opportunity? Then a thought hit, knocking Graxil to the ground. What if his ally got the heart all by himself? What about Graxil? Graxil decided on his attack plan. He started to run to the attack bell, grasping its bronze handle and ringing it loudly. Several Goblins dressed in armor of assorted styles came within arms-reach at once; Graxil's war cabinet. Graxil looked at them with disgust.
"I want all of our forces to attack the front gate. Arm everyone with swords and rush em', cut a path through the escaping civilians into the city if need be."
The commanders shrugged, and got ready to give commands, when one smaller one asked.
"But what about the catapults? I heard they have been."
The goblin never got to finish the sentence, Graxil was on top of him too fast.
"I will take care of anything wrong with the catapults in person. Now I want everyone attacking the front gate NOW! Bring me the Heart of Azeroth!."
All of the Goblins left quickly to kick their troops awake and start the assault again.
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Alexander had stopped for a quick breath when he noticed a change in the winds. It was a bad omen; his priest training had taught him everything about ill winds. He tasted the wind, it smelled of blood.
"Something is happening?"
Kamari stood next to Alexander now, tasting the air with him.
"I don't smell anything."
Alexander looked worried.
"But I do."
"Let us get moving, I think I see the goblins in the distance advancing on the front gate."
"Holy Light, I think you're right."
It was not long before Alex and Kamari made their way to the outer edges of the Goblin War Camp. The tents were made of well preserved cloth that appeared to be balloon skin for an unused Zeppelin. Why hadn't they used Zeppelins to attack the town?
They met the goblins as the crept along the inside of the camp, watching as the Goblin forces marched slowly towards the civilians fleeing from the city. The goblin stragglers in the camp were surprised at first, but got over the shock quickly. They did not expect to see a lone human in the campsite. Lone human? Alexander looked around him to try and find Kamari.
"Damned inconvenient time to disappear."
Alex decided to handle this by himself. Only five goblins attacking, all with dynamite. No problem. Alexander readied a spell he learned in defensive priest training.
"Lestoral Denathus! Pain!"
A ray of dark energy sprouted from Alexander's fingers as the Power Word hit its mark. The goblin he aimed at fell to the ground, twitching violently as it felt pain unlike it had ever felt before. The stick of dynamite rolled from his hand, its fuse lighted. Alexander's eyes went wide. He backed up, watching as it got closer and closer to the stick. The other goblins just looked at him, and looked back at the goblin twitching on the ground. They ran.
"Good idea."
Unfortunately, Alexander ran towards the town and the rear of the goblin army, which got a really good view as he was flung several yards forward and multiple feet into the air, pushed along by the large blast. Some of the Goblins applauded the successful fireworks demonstration, but quickly got back in marching order as their commanders ran by.
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Graxil stepped forward, eyeing the Dreadlord angrily.
"You said I had time to get heart."
The Dreadlord simply smiled lazily down at Graxil, no longer worried about currying the goblins favor. He sighed, and began his monologue.
"I'm afraid I have my own timeline I must attend to. I had a little disagreement with some of my brothers and we made a bet. The first to get the Heart of Azeroth and destroy it will command the other Dreadlords here in Azeroth. One of my brothers says Chaos works, another says law works, and many have their own methods. I, the Dreadlord Perekkius, simply want the heart as quickly as I can get it; No need to dally about and worry about others messing up my plans. Now only your little mongrels stand in my way."
Graxil just stood dumb-founded; he didn't expect to be told what was going on, just to fight. This gave Perekkius the advantage he needed. Graxil's head came off with one swift blow, leaving the body standing in place. It took several seconds for the body to stop swaying, and finally fall forward into a heap of flesh. Perekkius smiled.
"That was- efficient."
He didn't notice Kamari standing feet away, that was, until a blast from the camp illuminated Kamari's hiding place. At the front of the blast was some creature or other. Oh well, saved on cleanup. Time to get rid of the little rodent in the shadows.
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The blast sent Alexander sprawling, but when he stood he found out he landed a short distance ahead of the Goblin Army. He stared at the disorderly columns of goblin soldiers and decided to keep moving forwards into the stream of evacuating citizens. He had no idea what to do, and watched as the goblin army came closer; watched as finally the goblins broke rank and started to attack the line of evacuating civilians.
~Rise of the Netherguard *************************************
Note:
I apologize for the short lengths of the earlier chapters. I am working off a *script* which I had written to create a game map, and I am over time going to slowly yet surely convert it into a short story. I shall make more of an effort to.. Lengthen it and explain more for the audience sake. Maybe the following chapter will enlighten some readers as to some of the happenings going on?
Now to continue in the same vein, I shall open a capillary. I think we left the story right before the fireworks began?
**************************************
The sky burned a crimson red as the first stone made its way to the ground. It arced into the air, leaving behind a trail of scarlet energy, and began its descent. The ground seemed to well up just before impact, a boil ready to be popped. The Stone hit, and the ground beneath it exploded as if it were a meteor. Cobblestone and mortar flew everywhere as the ground erupted, leaving behind a crater at least three times larger then the goblin sized boulder that was flung.
Then the next stone came- and another- and another. Each hit with accuracy that the townspeople had never seen before. This was not the work of Goblin Science that brought these stones down upon their town, it was something far more sinister. They began to run for their lives.
**************
"Mwa ha ha ha ha ah."
The Dreadlord stood amidst the catapults, watching as the stones did their damage. The goblin he had been manipulating was going too slowly, giving his forces too much room to muck around in. Too much time had been wasted, the Heart needed to be in the Dreadlords hands NOW!
"Breath In, Breath Out." He needed to vent a little steam. Time was always an enemy these days, even to an immortal Dreadlord like himself.
This was against everything the battle hardened Dreadlord had been raised to believe in; precision was everything, that's why he initially chose the goblins to control once the Chaos began. Unfortunately his initial plans to control the goblins failed. Not surprisingly, the keen and developed minds made them immune to his blood magic; forcing him to take another route.
He started his plans to conquer a tribe by eliminating their most immune technicians, repeating the process every generation until he got results. Thank the Demons that Goblins breed fast, otherwise it would have taken him centuries to weaken the Goblin bloodline. Too bad that in doing so he removed the very thing he sought to culture within them, the precision and intelligence that made them formidable.
~Silence~
"Mwa ha ha ha ha ah."
He was enjoying the moment too much to really bother with regret. He could always kill them all off and start fresh.
***********
"Kamari, wait up! I can't catch up!"
Alexander Orcslayer struggled along the plains, running as fast as he could towards the city in the distance. There was a fire burning in the city now, and he could see the citizens streaming out of the front gate of the city.
************
"What are you doing! Get over to your catapult you fools'!"
Graxil kicked a couple of Goblins as they went running past his tent, screaming about possessed catapults. He grabbed an engineer as he came running by.
"You there, what the hell is going on?"
"Sorry sir! Big Demon walks up to our catapults and starts making them all attack city. We take a look and decide he is on his own. Can I go now sir?"
Graxil dropped the goblin on the ground, watching him scurry away and into the field. Graxil pondered for a moment, his goblin intelligence starting to clank away, deducing his next action. Thinking never came easy to Graxil, his father said that it was not always like that. His father said something about a mind-cloud that had descended, and that there was only one way to fight it. Graxil pondered for a minute, and then tried his father's idea. ~Think Money~
What would he have to spend in order to get the most out this opportunity? Then a thought hit, knocking Graxil to the ground. What if his ally got the heart all by himself? What about Graxil? Graxil decided on his attack plan. He started to run to the attack bell, grasping its bronze handle and ringing it loudly. Several Goblins dressed in armor of assorted styles came within arms-reach at once; Graxil's war cabinet. Graxil looked at them with disgust.
"I want all of our forces to attack the front gate. Arm everyone with swords and rush em', cut a path through the escaping civilians into the city if need be."
The commanders shrugged, and got ready to give commands, when one smaller one asked.
"But what about the catapults? I heard they have been."
The goblin never got to finish the sentence, Graxil was on top of him too fast.
"I will take care of anything wrong with the catapults in person. Now I want everyone attacking the front gate NOW! Bring me the Heart of Azeroth!."
All of the Goblins left quickly to kick their troops awake and start the assault again.
*************
Alexander had stopped for a quick breath when he noticed a change in the winds. It was a bad omen; his priest training had taught him everything about ill winds. He tasted the wind, it smelled of blood.
"Something is happening?"
Kamari stood next to Alexander now, tasting the air with him.
"I don't smell anything."
Alexander looked worried.
"But I do."
"Let us get moving, I think I see the goblins in the distance advancing on the front gate."
"Holy Light, I think you're right."
It was not long before Alex and Kamari made their way to the outer edges of the Goblin War Camp. The tents were made of well preserved cloth that appeared to be balloon skin for an unused Zeppelin. Why hadn't they used Zeppelins to attack the town?
They met the goblins as the crept along the inside of the camp, watching as the Goblin forces marched slowly towards the civilians fleeing from the city. The goblin stragglers in the camp were surprised at first, but got over the shock quickly. They did not expect to see a lone human in the campsite. Lone human? Alexander looked around him to try and find Kamari.
"Damned inconvenient time to disappear."
Alex decided to handle this by himself. Only five goblins attacking, all with dynamite. No problem. Alexander readied a spell he learned in defensive priest training.
"Lestoral Denathus! Pain!"
A ray of dark energy sprouted from Alexander's fingers as the Power Word hit its mark. The goblin he aimed at fell to the ground, twitching violently as it felt pain unlike it had ever felt before. The stick of dynamite rolled from his hand, its fuse lighted. Alexander's eyes went wide. He backed up, watching as it got closer and closer to the stick. The other goblins just looked at him, and looked back at the goblin twitching on the ground. They ran.
"Good idea."
Unfortunately, Alexander ran towards the town and the rear of the goblin army, which got a really good view as he was flung several yards forward and multiple feet into the air, pushed along by the large blast. Some of the Goblins applauded the successful fireworks demonstration, but quickly got back in marching order as their commanders ran by.
*******************
Graxil stepped forward, eyeing the Dreadlord angrily.
"You said I had time to get heart."
The Dreadlord simply smiled lazily down at Graxil, no longer worried about currying the goblins favor. He sighed, and began his monologue.
"I'm afraid I have my own timeline I must attend to. I had a little disagreement with some of my brothers and we made a bet. The first to get the Heart of Azeroth and destroy it will command the other Dreadlords here in Azeroth. One of my brothers says Chaos works, another says law works, and many have their own methods. I, the Dreadlord Perekkius, simply want the heart as quickly as I can get it; No need to dally about and worry about others messing up my plans. Now only your little mongrels stand in my way."
Graxil just stood dumb-founded; he didn't expect to be told what was going on, just to fight. This gave Perekkius the advantage he needed. Graxil's head came off with one swift blow, leaving the body standing in place. It took several seconds for the body to stop swaying, and finally fall forward into a heap of flesh. Perekkius smiled.
"That was- efficient."
He didn't notice Kamari standing feet away, that was, until a blast from the camp illuminated Kamari's hiding place. At the front of the blast was some creature or other. Oh well, saved on cleanup. Time to get rid of the little rodent in the shadows.
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The blast sent Alexander sprawling, but when he stood he found out he landed a short distance ahead of the Goblin Army. He stared at the disorderly columns of goblin soldiers and decided to keep moving forwards into the stream of evacuating citizens. He had no idea what to do, and watched as the goblin army came closer; watched as finally the goblins broke rank and started to attack the line of evacuating civilians.