To War 19.

Summer. The City Of Pirtgott. The Province Of Corlinda. The Kingdom Of Melaurn.

"Which fucken way cunt?" asks Dorc da Orc as they head down a street here in the city of Pirtgott.
"This way boss, i mean general" replies Dumbcunt the goblin.
The large ork grunts, as the fat goblin leading the way points to a street up on the right.
Walking next to the ork warleader, the goblin commander Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, glances sideways at his general and sourly smiles.
The small, bright green goblin, who truth be told at just over thirty years old, is relatively old for a goblin. Even though he basically looks the same when he first met the ork weaponsmith fifteen years ago, here in the kingdom of Melaurn.
Hasn't bothered talking his general out of it. As he knows it will be absolutely futile to do so.
The goblin commander looks back, and sees who is following the group from the goblin battalion in the first army of Farque.
It's sir Percavellé Lé Dic, who as usual as he follows after his bitter rival, Dorc da Orc.
Is frowning, as he wonders what the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world is up to.
Teabagger is pretty sure the former paladin would be sourly smiling too, if he knew what the ork general was up to.
"They fucken gots any?" asks Dorc da Orc, or Dorkindle which is his given name.
"I didn't go in and look boss, er general" says Dumbcunt the goblin.
The son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks looks a little sceptically at the fat goblin leading the way, and says in a similar tone "You?".
"No boss" adamantly says Dumbcunt, followed by "We've been ordered not to, remember?".
"Dorc fucken 'member" mutters the warleader of the ork race, who continues on with "It's fucken all goods, 'cause we gonna req, er requis, hmm requisit".
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world looks down at the small, bright green goblin walking beside him, and says "What that fucken word cunt?".
"Requisition" replies Teabagger the Goblin Cunt.
"Yeah, that's fucken it" says Dorkindle, who follows on with "We gonna fucken takes what we want for the war effort".
Infront, Dumbcunt sourly smiles, while next to their general, the goblin commander Teabagger rolls his eyes.
They turn onto the street Dumbcunt pointed to, and there's a scream from a woman up ahead.
Who grabs her child by the hand, and hurries through an open door as she looks in horror at the approaching ork warleader, and the group of black clad goblins with him.
The streets of Pirtgott are quiet, and near empty. As people have taken shelter inside since it was attacked earlier this morning.
Well, the baron's keep in the middle of the city was attacked. Not the city as such, which is now occupied.
Those who didn't flee the city as it was being attacked. Are shut up inside their homes, and businesses. Wondering what's going on.
As they've got word over the last couple of days. That the province of Corlinda has been victorious in it's border conflict with the province of Karricaw.
But it looks like things are not what they seem. As a large warship that arrived in the city at first light.
Suddenly attacked the baron's keep in the middle of Pirtgott. Though apparently the rumour is they gave those inside the large, dark brown stone keep.
The grace of a quarter turn of a glass, to get out of it, before the triple masted airship started bombarding it with it's magetubes.
Trailing behind the last of the goblins waking with his bitter rival Dorc da Orc.
The foreign knight, sir Percavellé Lé Dic is wondering what the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world is up to.
"What game are you playing at, you smelly oaf?" mutters sir Percavellé Lé Dic "Wot" adds the former paladin.
The nobleborn knight looks up at the windows of the two and three storey buildings they're passing.
And he sees people looking down at the street, watching them. Wondering what these invaders of their city are up to.
Wondering why they've attacked Pirtgott, specifically the baron's keep. And what they're up to, now that they're in the city.
The only city in either province of Corlinda and Karricaw.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, who has no actual rank in the armies of Farque.
Continues to frown as he follows behind his bitter rival Dorc da Orc, and the group of goblins from a battalion of them, in the first army of Farque.
"And just up here, right again" says Dumbcunt, who is a particularly fat goblin, though not the fattest in the battalion. That would be Fat Fucken Dumbcunt.
"Yeah cunt, me smells it" says the ork who was named warleader of his race a number of years ago by lord Farque.
The ork weaponsmith starts to drool, trying to pick up the scent of what he's looking for.
Next to him, the goblin commander Teabagger just shakes his head as he glances sideways at his general.
They round the corner, and the large ork breaks into a smile when he spots a few of the battalion, standing out infront of a shop.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world chuckles, and murmurs in delight with "Fucken sweet".
While behind him and the group of goblins, who are in a battalion of them, serving in the first army of Farque.
A frowning sir Percavellé Lé Dic spots the other goblins, and the shop front, they're infront of.
The heavily armoured knight who is carrying his full helm tucked in the crook of his right arm.
Sourly smiles when he catches sight of the business those goblins are standing infront.
"Oh you're fucking kidding me" mutters sir Percavellé Lé Dic to himself in disbelief, as he shakes his head as he follows behind his bitter rival, the ork general, and the group of black clad goblin soldiers with him.
"Anyone fucken in there?" asks Dorkindle, he's answered in the negative by the goblins stranding infront of the shop.
The large ork grunts when one of the waiting goblins says "They took off when they saw us boss, er general".
The ork warleader looks around, then points down the street, and says "Fucken there".
The general in the armies of Farque continues with "That fucken tavern" followed by "Go and nick".
"Requisition" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt as he interrupts his general.
"Yeah, the general means that" says Dorc da Orc, who clears his throat then adds "Some booze" he continues with "Lots of fucken ale and beers".
The large ork then mutters "Me gets one of the magicky cunts to make it fucken colds for me".
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world who is sweating in the morning sunshine on what's a warm summer day, here in southern Melaurn.
Says to some of the goblin "Go on, go and fucken gets 'em".
As a number of the goblins hurry off, to the nearby tavern. A couple tripping over themselves as they do so. After all, they are goblins.
The warleader of the ork race looks at the shop front and grins, then he steps forward, opens the front door.
Ducks down, and steps inside of the bakery, pretty certain he can smell chocolate cake inside of it, which he's after.
Elsewhere in the city of Pirtgott, lord Gormica of Salmah Forest. Stands upon some of the rubble that is his ancestral home.
The nobleman who has led the forces of the province of Karricaw in the border conflict with the those here in the province of Corlinda.
Looks at what remains of the keep of the barons of Pirtgott. Where he was born and grew up, which basically for the first twenty years of his life, was his home.
There's nothing left standing really, just part of one of the smaller towers on the southwest corner of the keep.
The rest of the large keep here in the middle of the city of Pirtgott, is just a giant pile of rubble.
After being heavily bombarded by the flagship in the fleet from the lands Farque earlier this morning.
The nobleman from across the border in the province of Karricaw, who has hired the services of the mercenary army from the lands Farque.
After their hire with the province of Corlinda finished at midnight during the night.
Looks over at his oldest son Elmond, who is standing with the vassal knight sir Deemus.
"You alright father?" quietly asks Elmond, the son of the lord of Salmah Forest.
Nodding his head, lord Gormica responds with "I'm fine" followed by "Just a little strange seeing your old home destroyed".
The lord of Salmah Forest, who this time yesterday thought he and the forces of Karricaw were defeated.
Infact they were, but an entire day. And the decisions made by those of the nobility here in Corlinda. Especially the decisions made by his twin brother, baron Wilmot, has made a huge difference compared to a day ago.
Quietly adds "Especially considering it was my decision to destroy it". As he looks out over what remains of the keep of the barons of Pirtgott.
The lord of Salmah Forest came up with the idea to attack the city of Pirtgott here in the province of Corlinda.
In particular the keep here in the middle of the city. The keep that for centuries has been his family's home.
Lord Gormica who was surprised the army from the lands Farque agreed to his idea.
Only really decided to destroy the baron's keep here in Pirtgott for a couple of reasons.
The first was he'd admit, was a petty motive. It was in retaliation for this castle being destroyed, along with the other keeps, as well as villages and towns on his lands in Salmah Forest, which lies in the heart of the province of Karricaw.
The second reason was because of what lord Gormica is watching now. A number of his own soldiers, along with black clad soldiers in the first army of Farque.
Who are crawling around, through and under, the rubble of the partially intact tower on the southwest corner of the keep.
There's others, locals. Searching elsewhere through the rubble. Looking for what they can scavenge.
But none of the city folk come near the soldiers in black from the lands Farque, and lord Gormica's men from Salmah Forest.
The nobleman who was born here in this keep a little over forty years ago, looks away to his right. And sees a number of people approaching.
They're from the first army of Farque, who he still can't believe took his offer to hire them.
When over the days previously, they were fighting for his twin brother Wilmot, and the rest of the nobility of the province of Corlinda.
In the border conflict between Corlinda, and the neighbouring province to the east, Karricaw.
Tamric Drubine the field commander looks up at lord Gormica who is standing upon some of the rubble here in the middle of the city.
"I'll speak with him" quietly says Tamric Drubine the field commander in the elven language.
Arveem the undead heavy foot trooper nods, while Helbe the elven thief points at those searching in and around the tower that partially stands, and quietly says "I'll go and help before i leave".
"Don't steal any of it your highness" dryly says Arveem the undead heavy foot trooper.
"Would i do that?" innocently asks the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel.
A snort comes from behind the full helm of the undead heavy foot trooper, followed by an extremely dry sounding "Yes".
The highly talented elven magic user chuckles, then heads towards the tower that still partially stands.
He's followed by Arveem's younger brother, the undead scout Dargarven. Who will keep an eye on the elven masterthief who is a member of the personal council of lord Farque.
While Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Climbs up the rubble to where lord Gormica of Salmah Forest stands.
"Did you find it?" asks the nobleman who has led the forces of Karricaw, in the border conflict with those here in the province of Corlinda.
"We did" says field commander Drubine as he stands beside the lord of Salmah Forest.
"All of what they've got stored there" adds the nobleborn teenager who is originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and is now a senior officer in the armies of Farque.
"Quite a bit?" asks lord Gormica, Tamric Drubine responds with a nod, and says "Yes, quite a bit".
Then the young field commander of the first army of Farque nods at those searching in and around the only structure left of the keep of the baron of Pirtgott and asks "How goes it here?".
"No luck so far" replies lord Gormica, who found himself leading the forces of the province of Karricaw because he's the best military leader out of the nobles in that province.
And now he's the only noble of any significance left in Karricaw. After a lot of them were wiped out over the last few days.
Ironically by the same mercenary army that lord Gormica has now hired.
"I hope they haven't moved it in the last twenty or so years" sourly says the lord of Salmah Forest, who asked those in command of the first army of Farque.
Not to destroy the small tower at the southwest corner of the keep of the baron of Pirtgott.
The nobleborn teen who is one of three field commanders in the first army of Farque, says to the nobleman from the province of Karricaw "I'm sure it's still there".
Tam gestures at Helbe the elven thief as the elven master assassin disappears amongst the rubble around the base of the partially standing tower, and says "I'm sure the envoy will find it fairly quickly".
"Let's hope so" quietly says lord Gormica, who hope's it's found. If not, he'll be in more than a little bit of trouble.
It's not long afterwards, and they see the elven masterthief pop up amongst a gap in the rubble near the partially standing tower, and calls out "Found it!".
Tamric Drubine nods, knowing that if elven spellcaster from the island principality of Laerel didn't find it himself.
He probably had Narladene the ground pixie find it for him.
Next to the son of a former Knight of Castle Drubine, which can be found in the forested north of the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
Lord Gormica says "Good". Feeling more than a little relieved that it's been found.
The lord of Salmah Forest allows himself a slight grin of both relief, and of accomplishment.
Knowing that his twin brother Wilmot's treasury has been found under the tower that's housed it for generations.
The nobleman who grew up and lived here in the city of Pirtgott, before crossing the border into the neighbouring province of Karricaw, to live and marry.
Is safe in the knowledge of being able to pay for the services of the first army of Farque for quite some time now.
Added with the funds of the local nobility here in the province of Corlinda.
Which is housed in a nearby counting house here in the city. Which Tamric Drubine and the others with him, have just come from.
Lord Gormica who is feeling triumphant at the moment, but he's keeping his emotions under control, asks the senior officer in the armies of Farque something.
"The next stage of the plan then?" asks lord Gormica of Salmah Forest.
"Yes" replies field commander Drubine, who after a brief pause, adds "The next sage of the plan is about to get underway" . . . . . .