Men in the Mountains
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(If you're too lazy to go back to 1st Disclaimer): Not my setting; too bad.
Part 2
Gladir Yarin was the leader of his clan. He helped them forge their way through innumerable mountain passes and form many farming communities. Over the years, it had become easier for man to walk un-maimed through the mountains; especially after the fall of the warg and goblin leaders. This is why his clan sought land further in the mountains. They knew there would be problems, but not to the likes of what would soon happen. They never thought that until that afternoon.
A hawk flew low to the ground, spinning above parked wagons. The wagons had been there for many months, standing in the center of many constructions. These were the final and permanent settlements of Gladir's clan. The hawk's stature remained grim as he landed in front of this tall man, "The tidings of goblin and warg are not well."
"That seems of little surprise. When did they ever mean men well?" replied Gladir.
"That is of little importance; but what concerns all is that they have gathered armies and are already on the move."
Gladir glanced around at the sturdy yet low walls.
"…I thought that the goblins were destroyed."
At this, the hawk flapped his wings, almost perturbed. "They will not go away. The evil will always linger. But that does not matter if good wins in the end."
"Then I shall prepare an army. Send a message to my brethren in the west. They are not far. Have them assemble their battalions to be marched down as soon as possible."
The hawk nodded and took off into the air. Gladir once again looked at his surroundings, and then ran to the military office.
A breeze carrying the whispering of trees ran through the mountains. You could hear them all whisper, "War is coming."