To War 45.

Summer. The Border Between The Provinces Of Moleau & Corlinda.

Teabagger the Goblin Cunt yawns after he wakes up and looks around.
The small bright green goblin sourly smiles as he looks to his right, where his general, Dorc da Orc is fast asleep beneath the shade of a tree in the midday heat.
The goblin commander fell asleep here because one of the spellcasters in the army took pity on the large ork.
And cast a spell on the air around the ork warleader, making it much colder than the actual temperature, on what's another warm summer's day in this part of the kingdom of Melaurn.
Teabagger, the commander of the battalion of goblins in the first army of Farque.
Sees his soldiers resting or sleeping in the shade along the treeline. Or in the shade of the nearby airships that are on the ground close by.
The small, bright lurid green goblin, who is from here in Melaurn. Though from further north, in the province of Sorros.
Would of fallen asleep closer to the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
If it wasn't for the fact that general Dorc absolutely reeks at the moment.
To say he's a little ripe on the nose, would definitely be an understatement in the opinion of the commander of the goblin battalion in the first army of Farque.
Teabagger, who was named by Dorc da Orc during a war over a dozen years ago, up in the province of Sorros.
Looks beyond the large shape, and ample belly of the large ork.
To where the ork general's bitter rival is sitting on the otherside of the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
The knight, sir Percavelle Lé Dic isn't too close to Dorc da Orc. For the same reason as Teabagger. Because the big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world absolutely stinks.
Though the former paladin fell asleep close enough to feel some of the cold air circulating the ork general.
The goblin commander gets up and makes his way around the sleeping ork.
And joins the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, who is yawning as he sits upon a tree stump.
"Would you like some help sir knight?" asks Teabagger the Goblin Cunt as the nobleborn knight is putting on his armour.
"Why yes indeed my fine green fellow" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who continues with "Help me with these buckles" followed by "Wot".
As the small, bright green goblin helps the former paladin don his suit of full plate armour.
The former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
Sourly smiles as his bitter rival Dorc da Orc, starts snoring again as he lies there on the ground, fast asleep, totally oblivious to what's going on around him.
After he helps the nobleborn knight put on his armour, Teabagger looks over at the flagship of the fleet.
And wonders if word has come in to field commander Drubine as to what they'll do next.
The goblin commander isn't the only one thinking that. For sir Percavelle Lé Dic as he sits upon the tree stump, muses "Hmmm i doth wonder what young Tam will have us do next".
The small, bright lurid green goblin originally from the province of Sorros, nods to that from the Druvician nobleman who is a member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che.
Teabagger with his keen goblin eyesight spots someone making their way over the side of the flagship, down the cargo netting over the port side, and head this way.
"There sir knight" says the commander of the goblin battalion in the armies of Farque, who follows that with "It's the scout".
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, looks to where Teabagger points.
"Ah it's the young maiden Lis" says the nobleborn knight, who continues with "Most likely she will tell us if young Tam has made a decision".
The large, heavily armoured knight, who though in his mid forties, is still a nightmare in battle if anyone is stupid enough to go up against.
Looks over at his bitter rival the ork warleader, and with a sour look upon his face, he says in a tone of voice that matches that look "Best you wake up that filthy green demon who is your general, wot".
Teabagger nods to that, then he along with a few of the others in the battalion, who are more than happy to do so.
Attempt to wake up their general. Simply by hitting him. Mainly in the head. With hammers.
They've learnt over the years not to hit the large ork in the forehead. As you're likely to break your hammer, and your wrist if you do that.
Teabagger and the others in the goblin battalion have learnt it's best to whack their general in the side of the head to wake him up.
Though today, in the midday heat. Even that doesn't wake up the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who is fast asleep.
By the time Lisell Maera gets to where they are at the edge of the treeline.
A few of the goblins are breathing heavily in exertion in their attempts to wake up their general.
While sir Percavelle sits nearby, still sourly smiling as he looks at his bitter rival who is fast asleep, and snoring loudly.
"Stand aside" says Lisell Maera the scout who waves the goblins out of the way.
They quickly move to one side, with only one of them tripping up as they do so.
Then the attractive young woman who is originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury, and is now in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Kicks the large ork in the groin. Not so much as kick, but more of a stomp. A hard stomp too.
The goblins wince, as does the former paladin sir Percavelle. Who can't help himself, and chuckles too.
While the warleader of the ork race grunts in his sleep.
Then they hear Dorc da Orc snort, then murmur in his sleep "Oh yeah sexy goatee, Dorc fucken like that".
Lisell Maera or Lis as more often than not, she's called by the others in the group, rolls her eyes.
Then the scout stomps down on the groin of the ork weaponsmith once again.
Which gets more winces from the goblins, a wince from Percy once more, though the heavily armoured knight chuckles even louder this time.
"Yeah goatee, again, again, you knows me fucken likes it like that" murmurs the ork general in his sleep after grunting.
The scout Maera rolls her eyes once more, then she looks at Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, and holds out her right hand. Lis nods at the hammer the goblin commander is holding.
The small, bright lurid green goblin winces, though that doesn't stop him from handing the hammer over to the attractive young woman who hails from the coast of the Southlands.
Without even pausing, Lisell Maera whacks the ork warleader in the groin with the hammer, hard.
"Aaaahhhhh fuck!" shouts Dorc da Orc who instantly wakes up, sitting up, grabbing his groin.
"Dorc's nuts" hisses the large ork in pain as he sits there holding his groin, with a fierce scowl upon his broad, green, feral looking face, looking around, wondering what's just happen.
Teabagger holds the hammer behind his back after the scout Maera tosses it to him, before his general looks his way.
He and the other goblins who tried to wake the big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world.
All winced, and a couple of them covered their own groins in sympathy when the scout Maera slammed the hammer into the groin of their general.
Meanwhile sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who also winced when Lis smashed the hammer into the groin of the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
Has fallen off the tree stump he's been sitting on, as he's burst into laughter at what's just happened to his bitter rival, the warleader of the ork race.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, sits there breathing heavily, wondering if his cock and balls are still in one piece.
Glares at his bitter rival, the former earl of Lé Dic. Who is on the ground, laughing uncontrollably.
"Get up Dorc" says Lisell Maera the scout, who then adds "Tam wants to see you" followed by "And talk to you about something".
With a grimace of pain, the son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks tries to get up.
"Hurry up Dorc" says the attractive young woman who is originally from the city-state of Brattonbury.
"Me fucken tryin' ya cunt" growls the ork weaponsmith, who then mutters "Me fucken nuts hurts".
"You as well Percy" says Lis to the laughing former paladin.
"And you commander" says the scout Maera to Teabagger the Goblin Cunt.
"Come along" adds the scout who grew up on the streets in the poor quarters of the city of Brattonbury.
Eventually Dorkindle, with a lot of grunting and hissing, not to mention a hell of a lot of swearing, is able to get up off the ground.
And eventually sir Percavelle Lé Dic stops laughing enough, to stand up as well.
Though he continues to chuckle as he watches his bitter rival hobble along, wincing and grabbing his groin every so often, to make sure he's still intact, so to speak.
"Me was havin' such a good fucken dream with goats" says general Dorc.
Who quickly looks at Teabagger to his left, Percy away to his right, then Lis who is leading the way, who glances back at him.
"Dorc mean sheeps" hastily adds the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
"Lying cunt!" says the large ork in a higher pitched voice.
"Fuck up whore!" mutters Dorkindle, followed by "Me not fucken talkin' to you".
At that outburst from the ork warleader, both Teabagger and sir Percavelle look sideways at the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
While infront, leading the way to the battlecruiser that is the flagship of the Farqian fleet.
Lisell Maera just rolls her eyes, as she had heard the voice of Dorc da Orc's 'mother' plenty of times over the years.
The attractive young woman whose mother was a street prostitute, and whose father, a man she never met, was a sailor.
Has always wondered if Dorc threw away to the skull of his actual mother, who he killed.
A skull that's tied to the wide belt of the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks.
He would stop hearing the voice of his mother in his head. And he would stop speaking in her voice. Or what he thinks her voice sounds like.
I rather doubt it, the scout Maera dryly thinks to herself.
Who knows that even it did happen. There's still plenty of other voices in the head of the ork general, whose voices he occasionally speaks in.
Then as they near the flagship, Lisell Maera looks back again at Dorc da Orc and rolls her eyes once more.
As the limping ork warleader suddenly says "Fucken shitballs". As the cold air spell that was circling around him disappears.
The ork weaponsmith is soon sweating in the heat of the middle of the day.
As he, along with commander Teabagger, and the former paladin, sir Percavelle.
Follow Lis to the airship, that's the flagship of the Farqian fleet.
Once onboard the battlecruiser, they make their way to the captain's cabin. Or what's referred to as stateroom on a vessel of this size.
There they find Tamric Drubine the field commander, along with Saanea the witch, and a number of others.
Including the undead brothers Arveem and Dargarven. As well as young Hamblin, who is the acting adjunct to the undead heavy foot trooper Arveem.
"Dorc look at this" says Tamric Drubine the field commander who waves them over to what's essentially the map table in the captain's cabin.
Seeing the ork warleader is limping, the nobleborn teenager originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
Who is now a senior officer in the armies of Farque, asks the large ork "What's wrong?".
"Fucken nothin' wrongs" mutters Dorkindle who occasionally winces when he takes a step.
While his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic can still be heard chuckling under his breath every so often, as he watches the ork general, with a large grin on his face.
With his eyebrows raised, Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, looks at Lisell Maera.
"I'll tell you later" dryly says the scout in the elven language.
As the former earl of Lé Dic goes and sits down on one of the benches in the large cabin.
And Lis goes and stands with the undead brothers Arveem and Dargarven, and the young officer in training, Hamblin.
The ork general and the goblin commander make their way around the large table to stand with field commander Drubine.
"Armies from the province of Selvah Na will be joining us in the fight against the crown" explains Tam as he points at the map table.
"Some of them will be further north in Corlinda tomorrow at the earliest" adds the young field commander who continues with "Until then, we have enemy forces here and here, that our force has to deal with".
Dorc da Orc grunts as he looks at the map table. Then he along with field commander Drubine. With the occasional input from Teabagger the Goblin Cunt. Discuss what their next move will be . . . . . .