To War 91.

Summer. Castle Measum.

Shur Kee the monk along with Teabagger the Goblin Cunt. And another goblin soldier, who the short, statured monk thinks is called Numbnuts or Dumbnuts something. He's not too sure, as a lot of the goblins names can get confusing.
Use a polearm to push a scaling ladder away from the east wall of castle Measum. Which is under attack this night.
"Get down councilor" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, who along with Numbnuts the Third, pull the physical adept down and out of the way.
Just before an enemy arrow strikes the merlon to their right.
"Thank you friends" says Shur Kee the monk as he crouches beside the two goblins. Here on the southern half of the east wall of the large castle that's the ancestral home of lord Measum.
Beyond the next merlon, a Farqian scout draws back her bow, and lets the arrow to it fly.
The shaft slams into the enemy archer up the left side of the cutting, that took a pot shot at the distinctive figure in the white clothing, wearing an odd conical shaped hat upon his head.
Teabagger, who is the commander of the goblin battalion in the first army of Farque.
Winces as Numbnuts mutters something to him in the goblin language.
Before crawling over to their left to retrieve the polearm that they dropped.
"What was that he said?" quietly asks the short, statured monk who is from the far east coast of the continent, as he nods at Numbnuts who is getting the fallen polearm.
"Er, it's a bit difficult to translate councilor" is the evasive reply from the goblin commander.
Teabagger doesn't want to explain that Numbnuts said that if councilor Kee gets himself killed in battle.
The big boss, that being lord Farque will probably get angry and kill everyone in the battalion if the honorary member of his personal council dies while he's with them.
Teabagger doesn't know if that's true, but he doesn't want to find out. So that's why he's keeping close to the enigmatic physical adept.
As the enemy, allies to the king and crown of Melaurn, predominantly from the provinces of Olind, Mofosild and Moleau.
Continue to attack the east wall of the largest castle to be found in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn.
The member of the philosophical order of Bru Li pops his head up, and looks down.
So does Teabagger beside him, as Numbnuts with polearm in hand rejoins them.
Down below, a few of the enemy are trying to pick up their scaling ladder, while another is screaming in pain. With broken legs by the looks of it, as he was on the ladder when the human monk and the two goblins pushed it clear.
While another enemy soldier is limping away. He doesn't get far, as a crossbow bolt shot from the weapon of one of the local soldiers in the castle garrison, smashes into the back of his head, shattering apart a fair chunk of it.
"Looks like the fucking bastards are going to try again" quietly says Teabagger in the goblin language.
"Figures" mutters Numbnuts the Third in the same language.
Then as Numbnuts slides the polearm along so that the goblin commander is holding it too.
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt in the common language says "I think they're going to try again councilor".
The physical adept, who is originally from beyond the Southlands, the kingdom of Wah Lee, on the far east coast of the continent.
Nods in agreement with the small, bright lurid green goblin, who is from here in the kingdom of Melaurn, the northern province of Sorros to be exact.
"I think you are correct friend" says Shur Kee, who along with the two goblins look to their left along the parapet as a familiar voice says "Out the way cunts".
The monk and the two goblin soldiers in the Farqian mercenary army scramble out of the way as Dorc da Orc walks directly towards them.
The large ork who is a general in the armies of Farque is carrying a big rock. Which would be called a small boulder if anyone else tried to pick up, let alone carry it like he is.
"Fuckheads" mutters Dorc da Orc as he gets between the merlons where Shur Kee, Teabagger and Numbnuts have been, and he looks down at the enemy below, who are trying to lift their scaling ladder up.
The ork weaponsmith, with his tongue sticking out of one corner of his mouth, closes one eye as he looks down.
Ignores an enemy arrow that bounces off his forehead. Lifts up what is definitely a small boulder. And drops down at the enemy at the base of the wall forty feet below.
Shur Kee the monk winces as he hears a loud crashing sound, followed by screams and shouts.
Followed by the ork warleader bursting into laughter, before he wanders away, heading back along the parapet. In the direction he came from.
"Well, they're not using that again, that's for sure" dryly says the goblin commander Teabagger, when he pops his head up, and looks directly down at the enemy below.
Shur Kee and Numbnuts the Third do so as well, and they see that the scaling ladder has been shattered to bits.
While beneath the small boulder is the squashed figure of a dead enemy soldier.
While another one, has a leg pinned beneath the small boulder. He's the one screaming loudly in pain.
The small basket catapult launches a leather sack. Sending it flying over a hundred feet.
Until it hits some of those on the narrow road rushing towards the east gates of castle Measum.
The leather sack rips apart on impact, and it's contents splatter everywhere.
As it does, a black clad Farqian ranger. Who has a fire arrow to his longbow, draws it back, takes aim, and lets the arrow fly.
There's a whooshing sound as the naphtha catches fire when the fire arrow hits it.
And those of the enemy who got hit by the splattered naphtha, go up in flames.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic looks out from the east wall of the large castle. And sees a handful of the enemy soldiers on the narrow road just outside the cutting, on this side, go up in flames.
While a few others close by, catch on fire too. And like many when they catch on fire, they start running in a panic.
The heavily armoured knight shakes his full helmed head, and sourly smiles behind the visor of his full helm.
When he hears his bitter rival Dorc da Orc, somewhere further down the parapet, burst into laughter again, then shout out "Look at 'em dumb cunts running around getting burned up!".
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, then goes back to what he was doing before the small catapult launched the sack of naphtha.
"Easy does it you little green fellows" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic to the pair of goblin soldiers with him, here above the gates in the east wall of castle Measum.
The three of them are lifting up a metal basket full of rocks and broken bits of masonry.
The former paladin grunts with effort, and they tip the contents of the metal basket over the top of the wall, between a pair of merlons.
Rocks and broken masonry shower down upon the enemy soldiers at the gates.
Braking bones and skulls, knocking some out, and injuring others. Those able to flee, hurry back, and away from the gates.
Leaving behind a few dead bodies, and even more injured. Many of whom are either groaning, or screaming in pain.
"Easy there little chap" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic, has grabbed one of the goblins.
Who was about to go over the side of the wall, when they tipped the contents of the metal basket on the enemy who were at the gates.
"Thank you sir knight" says the goblin when the large, heavily armoured knight sets him back down.
"No worries, fella" says the former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of his homeland, the kingdom of Druvic.
The two goblins hurry away with the metal basket to the nearest pile of rocks and masonry debris, here on the parapet of the east wall of the large castle, that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
They're replaced by two more goblins, who have already filled up the metal basket they have between them.
The former paladin, who isn't actually part of the armies of Farque. Though he is part of the group that travels with lord Farque.
With the aid of the burning bodies out on the narrow road. Can see a bit more into the cutting on the hill, on this side of castle Measum.
And as more of the enemy soldiers, predominantly from the provinces of Mofosild, Moleau and Olind.
Continue towards the largest castle in all of southern Melaurn.
He spots some riders have made it into the cutting, and between the eight or ten of them.
The member of the order of The Knights of Sanit Mar-che sees what they're carrying.
"Battering ram!" calls out sir Percavelle Lé Dic to the other defenders along the top of the east wall of castle Measum this night.
As he walks along the parapet, enjoying the smell of the burning bodies on the narrow road, about a hundred feet out from the wall.
Dorc da Orc scowls as he hears his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic call out "Battering ram!".
The large ork, stops and looks out at the narrow road, then into the cutting at the top of the hill.
The ork warleader who is a general in the armies of Farque grunts as he sees the enemy have brought up a battering ram.
"Fucknuts" mutters Dorc da Orc who takes a longspear from across his back, as the enemy start brining the battering ram through the cutting at the top of the hill.
Enemy soldiers, about twenty of them, take the wooden log with the pointed end.
Off the riders who have brought it up the narrow road, that comes up the hill, and leads directly to the east gates of the large castle that's the ancestral home of lord Measum's family.
"Shoot them fuckers!" roars out the ork general, pointing at the enemy soldiers who are now carrying the battering ram along the road.
Arrows and bolts go flying from those with bows and crossbows on top of the east wall of castle Measum.
Which start hitting the enemy soldiers carrying the battering ram.
As they go down, dropping the battering ram. Others take their place, and pick up the battering ram.
And continue to bring it forward along the narrow road towards the east gates of the large castle.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, throws the longspear. Which slams into one of the enemy soldiers at the front carrying the battering ram.
He's flung backwards into the soldier immediately behind him. And the battering ram is dropped to the ground again.
And though others are hit by arrows and bolts. The enemy soldiers, allies to the crown and king of Melaurn. Pick up the battering ram, and continue with it towards the gates on this side of castle Measum.
As another scaling ladder hits up against the east wall of the large castle.
The ork warleader grunts after he throws another spear, taking out the enemy soldier at the front of those carrying the battering ram on the left side.
As the battering ram is dropped again, and others rush in to help pick it up.
Dorc da Orc knows it will continue it's stop, start progress along the narrow road until it eventually gets to the gates in the east wall of the large castle.
"Come on ya cunts" mutters Dorkindle, who continues with "Come and get some".
As they go to push away the top of the scaling ladder away with the polearm.
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt says "That battering ram is getting closer".
Next to him, Numbnuts the Third grunts in agreement.
"There is nothing the three of us can do about it at the moment" says Shur Kee the monk, followed by "We have things to do here".
Both Teabagger and Numbnuts nod in agreement with that. Then they along with honorary member of lord Farque's personal council push away the scaling ladder that the enemy has just put up against the east wall of castle Measum.
On this relatively cool summer night, here in The Corlinda Corner in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn . . . . . .