Aftermath 64.

The Kaldel Plains...

Dorc da Orc who hears Teabagger the goblin Cunt say "Boss" doesn't look back at him until after he kicks out at one of the illegal wreckers, who jumps back to avoid getting a boot in the midriff.
The large ork looks back, frowns as he can't see the small, bright, green goblin. Then he looks down, and finds the goblin commander on the ground right behind him.
With a scowl of confusion upon his broad, green, brutish looking face, Dorc da Orc says "Get up cunt" followed by "Stop fucking around" the big, burly ork who hails from the southern polar region of the world then mutters "Bad as that fucken knight cunt, sleeping on the job".
The ork warleader grunts as he gets no response from Teabagger, so the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks turns around, and bends down to check upon the commander of the goblin battalion in the armies of Farque.
"No time for naps cunt" says Dorkindle who then adds "Get the fuck up". Then as one of the illegal wreckers moves forward, and whacks his sword into the back of the large ork, who barely feels it.
Dorc da Orc shakes Teabagger, and after a moment he sees the small, bright green goblin who is covered in blood, doesn't move or respond to him.
The son of the former matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks realises the goblin commander is lifeless.
"Why you do that for?" murmurs the large ork in confusion as he looks at the goblin who was originally from the kingdom of Melaurn.
The warleader of the ork race grunts as he's whacked in the back again with a sword. So he throws his left arm back, connecting with the legs of the illegal wrecker who has been hitting him with a sword.
As that wrecker drops to the ground howling in pain with a pair of shattered legs.
Dorc da Orc mutters to himself "Who did this?" followed by "That's Dorc fucken gob-a-lin" as he looks around to see who struck down Teabagger the goblin Cunt, and killed him.
The ork general spots the plainsman, who has a bloody longsword in hand, hurrying across to the north side of the clearing here in the center of the large village.
Heading towards two more of the wreckers. A solid looking fellow, moving with a limp. And a good looking woman, who only has one eye, and a gnarly looking scar down one side of her face.
Dorkindle growls as he watches the plainsman whose hair is in braids. Then the large ork gets up from the crouch he's in, and looks down at the still body of the goblin commander again.
The ork warleader suddenly finds his lower lip is trembling for some reason as he looks at the dead goblin on the ground.
Dorc doesn't know why, but his vision becomes blurry as well, as suddenly tears come to his eyes.
Then after wiping his eyes with a forearm, the ork weaponsmith murmurs with a catch in his voice "Stupid fucken gob-a-lin" as he looks at Teabagger dead on the ground.
Then he looks across to the north side of the clearing here in the center of the large village, and snarls.
A snarl that turns into a growl, and moment later a growl that turns into a roar. Not the usual boastful roar that ork warleader does during battle.
But a long, sustained roar that goes on and on as he watches the plainsman with the other two illegal wreckers hurry out of the clearing.
Dorkindle whacks a fist into his forehead a few times as he continues roaring, then punches himself in face a couple of times.
And when it seems he's almost out of breath as he continues roaring, the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world shouts "Get some!" and goes into an ork blood rage.
It's been a number of years since the ork warleader has done so. But it comes rather easily.
And as he takes off running in pursuit of the plainsman who struck down Teabagger the goblin Cunt.
Dorc da Orc who has a very tenuous grasp on reality to begin with. He's an ork after all, so he's mad. Losses all rhyme or reason that he does have.
And only has one thought in his mind. And that's to get the plainsman who killed the small, bright green goblin. And to kill him.
And with the myriad of voices Dorkindle usually has yelling and arguing with him in his mind, all completely silent for the first time in years.
The large ork lets out a vicious roar as he runs across to the north side of the clearing here in the center of the village.
After finally standing up, and grimacing as he does so, sir Percavelle Lé Dic mutters "Quit your belly aching you filthy green beast" as he hears a long, continuous roar from Dorc da Orc.
The heavily armoured knight looks around and sourly smiles as he hears the ork warleader shout "Get some!".
Then he spots the large ork running towards this end of the clearing here in the center of the village.
The nobleborn knight who is from the kingdom of Druvic looks away to his right, and spots the trio of illegal wreckers he was fighting, running out of the clearing, and turn to their left, to the west.
The former paladin who is in the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che, shakes his full helmed head to clear it.
Then he frowns as he looks at Dorkindle, who is now heading on angle across this side of the clearing.
The former earl of Lé Dic, a fief that's located in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
Sees there's something slightly different in the face of the big, burly ork who hails from the frozen bottom of the world.
There's the usual demented look on the feral looking face of the ork warleader.
But sir Percavelle or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group. Who knows his rival well. Sees a clear look in the eyes of the large ork. Something he's never, ever seen before. Something that's more than a little odd to say the least.
And frankly disturbing, seeing a look of clarity in the eyes of the mad ork.
"Hmmm what's this then?" murmurs the former knight of the first class, who watches the ork general run by on the west side of this end of the clearing.
Heading straight for the roundhouse opposite the large house that the knight in the order of Saint Mar-che is standing infront of.
Then as the nobleborn knight is about to set off, he blinks in surprise as the ork warleader runs straight into the house opposite him.
The large ork doesn't run into the front door, he runs into the wall next to it, and smashes through it with relative ease, and continues on through the roundhouse.
"By Narille" murmurs sir Percavelle Lé Dic in astonishment after seeing what the large ork just did.
Then the former paladin looks around, and repeats "By Narille" when he spots who is lying still on the ground in the middle of the clearing, here in the center of the large village.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic hobbles across the clearing, to where Teabagger the goblin Cunt lies dead on the ground.
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy hurries around a roundhouse, and he spots a trio of the illegal wreckers disappear around the side of another roundhouse on the northwest corner of the clearing in the center of the village.
The elf originally from the principality of Alínlae, where he served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland.
Who has heard the long continuous roar from Dorc da Orc. Hears a crashing sound from in the clearing.
And as he runs into the north end of the clearing here in the center of the village where a wagon track crosses a wide path.
The elven spy spots where Dorc da Orc has just run into the side, and through the roundhouse he spotted the trio of illegal wreckers. A tall plainsman, a stocky fellow, and a good looking one eyed woman. Just run around the back of a few moments ago.
The spy Tanith is about to pursue all four of them. When he suddenly stops as he catches sight of a limping sir Percavelle Lé Dic making his way to the middle of the clearing.
"Damn" murmurs Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy when he sees who is lying in the middle of the clearing here in the center of the village, that the knight in the order of Saint Mar-che is making his way towards.
Dalinvardél or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, hurries that way too.
And when the elven spy from the principality of Alínlae gets to the middle of the clearing.
Percy who has knelt down beside Teabagger the goblin Cunt, looks up at the spy Tanith, lifts the faceplate of his full helm, and says "I'm sorry to say, the little green chap is no longer among the living".
Dalin slightly grimaces as he looks down at the dead goblin commander. Then he looks away to their right, and takes a quick step to one side. An arrow passes by where the elven spy was just standing.
The spy Tanith who has his longbow in hand, and an arrow to it, lifts it, and draws the large weapon back in one movement as he turns to one side and takes aim.
"Missed" mutters the plainswoman Sovirn after letting her arrow fly. She thought she would of definitely hit the elf standing out in the middle of the clearing here in the center of the village.
Then the plainswoman who is an illegal wrecker, who goes to grab another arrow from her quiver as she stands next to a roundhouse on the west side of the clearing.
Is picked up off her feet, and goes flying back a good half a dozen feet, before slamming back into the ground.
She gasps a final breath, and there's a look of astonishment on her face as she sees the long arrow that's sticking out of her chest. The yard long shaft that's just taken her life.
After releasing the cloth yard shaft from his longbow, Dalinvardél Tanith crouches down next to sir Percavelle Lé Dic and checks on the small, bright green goblin.
"Damn" mutters the elven spy when he confirms the goblin commander in the armies of Farque is dead "Fuck" adds the spy Tanith.
"Indeed" says the former earl of Lé Dic in a somber tone of voice.
The two of them stand up, and apart from one of the wreckers lying nearby, whimpering in pain with a pair of broken legs.
The two of them, the nobleborn knight and the elven spy are the only ones alive in the clearing, here in the center of the large village this bright and sunny, through cold morning in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains.
As he looks around, the spy Tanith says "I suppose we better go after Dorc".
The former knight of the first class grunts in a non committal way to that, as he too looks around at the clearing in the center of the large village.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic then says "There is a purveyor of the dark arts here abouts".
"A spellcaster?" says the the elven spy from the principality of Alínlae, who is now an officer in the scouts division in the armies of Farque "Where?" asks the elven spy.
"Over yonder" is the reply from the large, heavily armoured knight who is almost as tall as the elf.
The former paladin in the order of Saint Mar-che who has waved to the west of the clearing, to where the plainswoman that Dalin just shot dead lies on the ground, and says "That way between those dwellings".
The former earl of Lé Dic, whose young niece now rules his family's fief, then adds "The despot conjurer must not be in too good of shape wot" Percy continues with "He did strike my shield with his foul arts, and felt its wrath".
The spy Tanith nods his hooded head, then quietly says "We'll take care of him then" the elf from the principality of Alínlae then adds "Lead the way" as he knows the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic is better equipped to take on a spellcaster.
The heavily armoured knight grunts, then he looks down at the dead goblin they're standing next to.
The former knight of the first class leans down, and wraps the goblin commander's cloak around Teabagger, then he picks up the small, bright green goblin who was originally from the kingdom of the Melaurn.
Percy carries the body of Teabagger the goblin Cunt to the nearest roundhouse on the east side of the clearing.
Dalin who has followed the nobleborn knight, opens the front door to the roundhouse, and the former paladin carries the dead goblin commander inside, and places him on the floor.
"Fear not little green fellow" murmurs sir Percavelle Lé Dic who continues with "We shall avenge you" the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic then sourly adds "Well that disgusting general of yours will most likely avenge you".
The former earl of Lé Dic then says over the body of the Teabagger the goblin Cunt "May Narille bless you".
Then he turns and exits the roundhouse, followed by the elven spy after he says a silent prayer to the forest gods of his people, for the dead goblin commander.
Dalinvardél Tanith closes the front door of the roundhouse they've left the body of Teabagger in.
Then he along with the large, heavily armoured knight cross the clearing here in the center of the village.
And after the nobleborn knight briefly stops to slam the bottom edge of his large shield into the face of the illegal wrecker lying in the middle of the clearing with the pair of broken legs.
They head to the west side of the clearing, which they leave, with sir Percavelle Lé Dic "Time to vanquish more of these treacherous villains wot".
Dalinvardél Tanith the elven spy nods his hooded head in agreement as they make their way from the clearing.
As they do, the both of them think about the small, bright green goblin by the name of Teabagger the goblin Cunt, who lies dead inside one of the roundhouses on the edge of the clearing in the center of the village, here in the northeast of the Kaldel Plains . . . . . .