To War 111.

Summer. Castle Measum.

Teabagger the Goblin Cunt snorts, waking himself up as he does so.
The small, bright green goblin is in the southwest tower of castle Measum.
He glances at Dickhead Thirty Something who asleep beside him.
Teabagger who is the commander of the goblin battalion in the armies of Farque.
Nudges his friend Thirty Something awake. And the two of them yawning, make their way out onto the west wall parapet from the tower.
It's still nighttime, though well after midnight, infact closer to dawn than the middle of the night.
There's still fighting along the west side of the large castle that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
But in comparison to earlier, the fighting is much more sporadic. Though the enemy continues to spread out as they attack the west wall of castle Measum.
There's little in the way of fighting down at this end of the west wall of the largest castle in all of southern Melaurn.
Unlike earlier in the night, and much of yesterday. Where the southern half of the west wall saw the heaviest of the fighting.
As the sleepy pair of Teabagger and Dickhead, walk along the parapet. They occasionally go by an archer or crossbowman. Either a local, or one in the armies of Farque.
Taking shots at the enemy, most of whom down this end of the wall, are across on the otherside of the moat.
The two goblins, stop and on their tiptoes, they look down between a pair of merlons.
And see all the bodies floating in the water of the moat. Not to mention broken and disused rafts and scaling ladders.
The goblin commander, and his friend who is one of the officers in the battalion.
Continue on their way, to where their general, Dorc da Orc is standing on the parapet of the west wall of the large castle, that's been the home of the Measum family for centuries.
The large ork, and some of the others in the goblin battalion have just repulsed another attack upon a section on the southern half of the west wall of castle Measum.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world has just yanked an enemy scaling ladder.
Up and over the top of the wall, and biffed it to the open ground behind the west wall of the large castle.
Some of the goblins are picking up the bodies of the enemy dead, and rolling them off the top of the wall, to the moat below.
While others slump down, and with their backs to the top of the wall, start to drift off, and go to sleep.
As most of them have been awake since before dawn yesterday, before this latest attack upon the west wall of castle Measum by the enemy got underway.
The small, bright, lurid green goblin, who is originally from northern Melaurn, the province of Sorros to be exact.
Looks beyond where the ork warleader is. And he spots his general's bitter rival.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic, sitting down upon a small barrel, that's up against the base of a merlon.
The former paladin who has the visor of his full helm up at the moment, yawns before he takes a drink from his water sack.
Beyond the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic. The goblin commander spots the councilor, Shur Kee the monk.
The short, statured monk is lying on the parapet, with his head cushioned on his rolled up cloak.
The physical adept who is originally from the far east coast of the continent.
Is either fast asleep, or meditating lying down, with his eyes closed.
Teabagger can never tell when it comes to the fighting monk who is the honorary member of the personal council to lord Farqian.
The goblin commander spots two of the battalion, sitting behind a merlon between where Shur Kee the monk, and sir Percavelle Lé Dic are.
It's Fatcunt and Fuckity Fuckfuck, who Teabagger saw through out the day, and into the night during the battle, keeping close to the large, heavily armoured knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
The catapult behind this half of the west wall of castle Measum launches a load of rocks and broken rubble over the wall at the enemy.
And though some of the enemy, who are predominantly from the provinces of Mofosild, Melaurn and Olind.
Hurry to get away from the rocks and rubble shot at them through the night sky.
Some of them are sleeping just across the moat, and it's amongst some of them that the rocks and rubble land.
Killing a number of them, wounding and incapacitating even more of them, when the rocks and broken rubble lands amongst them as they sleep.
As his general laughs as the screams of pain come from across the moat, amongst the enemy who were just hit by the latest catapult load.
Teabagger along with his friend Dickhead, who is more commonly called Thirty Something by the others in the battalion, come to a stop next to the warleader of the ork race, who is the general of the goblin battalion in the armies of Farque.
"Where the fuck you cunts been?" asks Dorc da Orc after he finishes laughing, and looks around, then down and finds Teabagger and Dickhead standing there.
"Down in the tower boss, er general" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt who gestures back along the parapet to the southwest corner tower of the large castle that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
The large ork grunts, as he recalls telling the goblin cunt earlier in the night to stay down there for a bit, to make sure the enemy don't try to take it again.
It's just that Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name. Can't actually recall when he told the goblin commander that.
So he doesn't quite realise the small, bright lurid green goblin has actually got some sleep.
Unlike the ork weaponsmith, who hadn't sleep for more than two days, almost three infact.
Not that the son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks actually needs to sleep.
As he like all ork kind, can go for more than a week without any kind of sleep.
The ork general in the armies of Farque grunts again, then asks in his deep, growling voice "Any of 'em fucken cuntheads try again?".
"Not since you and the knight were there boss" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, who winces at mentioning the two bitter rivals together.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world scowls at the mention of the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic who is his bitter rival.
The ork weaponsmith glances to where to the former paladin is sitting, and scowls in disgust.
Not just that sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Is close by as he sits upon a small barrel, eyes closed trying to get some rest by the looks of it.
But also because he hasn't got himself killed so far during this latest attack by the enemy upon the west wall of castle Measum.
Dorkindle wouldn't freely admit, at least not to anyone else. But his bitter rival the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic.
Is almost as crazy and reckless as he is during a battle. Who'll put himself in numerous positions and situations of danger where he's likely to get himself killed.
The ork general shakes his head in disgust, at the enemy who are allies to the king and crown of Melaurn.
Who haven't done the ork warleader a favour and killed the member of the order of The Knights of Saint Mar-che.
After muttering in the ork language "Can't get cunts to do anything fucken propers nowadays". At the inability of the enemy to kill his bitter rival sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
Dorc da Orc looks back down at the goblin commander, and says to him in common "Fucken Tovis wants to keep the cunts occupied here".
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world continues with "Gots to make sure the fuckers stay here, and keep fucken fighting".
After nodding in agreement with his general, Teabagger the Goblin Cunt says "They're not really attacking us down this end of the wall".
Dorkindle grunts in agreement with the small, bright lurid green goblin who commands the battalion of goblins in the armies of Farque.
"We've got to get them to engage with us more down this end of the wall" adds Teabagger, who along with a handful of others in the battalion, have been with it since they became a small army led by the ork warleader.
Who found them in a war between two nobles in the northern Melaurn, in the province of Sorros, over a dozen years ago, nearly fifteen to be exact.
During the reign of the previous king of Melaurn, who was the father of the current king.
Teabagger gets his wish a few moments later, when about forty feet along from them on the long west wall of castle Measum.
A local soldier who thinks he's seen movement down in the moat, takes a burning torch and drops it off the top of the wall to see what's happening.
"There's a bunch of them in the water, swimming across to the wall!" calls out the local soldier from the garrison here in castle Measum.
The ork general and the goblin commander share a look, then Dorc da Orc orders "Don't fucken shoot 'em" followed by "Let the cunts get to the fucken wall".
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt nods in agreement, and he along with Dickhead Thirty Something follow the large ork who sets off along the parapet of the largest castle to be found in all of southern Melaurn.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic opens his eyes, gets up and follows the three of them, as they step around Shur Kee the monk who appears to be sleeping on the parapet.
The two goblins Fatcunt and Fuckity Fuckfuck follow after the large, heavily armoured knight who is the bitter rival of their general, the ork warleader.
Shur Kee the monk who is was lying there in a meditative state. Sits up, then gets up, gathers up his rolled up cloak.
Then follows behind the small group making their way along the southern half of the west wall of the large castle, that's the ancestral home of the family of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
"Outta the way cunt" says Dorc da Orc to the local soldier who called out the warning about the enemy.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks looks over the top of the wall, and down to the moat.
Where he sees a sizeable number of the enemy down in the water, some of whom have a scaling ladder.
"Let them get to the wall, and put up the ladder?" quietly asks Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, after he gets on his tiptoes, and glances down from the top of the wall between two of the merlons.
"Yeah cunt" says Dorkindle who nods his head to the otherside of the moat, then adds "Get some of "em other cunts to come over here and attack as well".
The warleader of the ork race picks up a large rock from the nearby rubble, and says to the few defenders along this section of the west wall of castle Measum "Don't drop too much shit on 'em cunts".
Saying so, the big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world, biffs the large rock in his right hand.
Not down at those in the water, making their way to the west wall of the large castle.
But at those on the otherside of the moat, some of whom are awake, watching this latest assault upon part of the southern half of the of the longest wall of castle Measum.
The rock smashes into the face of an enemy soldier on the otherside of the moat, who has just woken up to watch what's happening.
After his head explodes from the impact of the thrown rock hitting him in the face.
A handful of his fellow soldiers, who are from the province of Mofosild. After seeing what just happened, hurry into the water, to join in on the current assault upon the southern half of the large castle.
That the allies to the crown and king of Melaurn, are desperate to take. As it would be the perfect base for them for their operations throughout northern Corlinda, and into the neighbouring province of Karricaw.
"Let it stay up" says Teabagger in the goblin language to a pair in the battalion, standing nearby with a polearm.
Who were about to move forward, and try and push away the scaling ladder the enemy has just put up against this section of the wall.
Dorc da Orc leans over, and grabs the top of the scaling ladder, and gives it a shake before letting it go.
He shakes it so hard, that the first two enemy soldiers who were climbing the ladder, fall off into the water.
After a brief pause, some more of them start climbing the scaling ladder they've put up.
Looking around at those on the parapet along this section of the southern half of the west wall of castle Measum.
The ork general in the armies of Farque says to them "Let some of 'em fucken cunts up onto the wall".
The goblin commander repeats that order in his native language, followed by "We want to keep them occupied as much as possible".
As lit torches bob up and down as some of the enemy carrying them as they cross the moat to the west wall of the large castle that's the ancestral home of lord Measum's family.
The first of the enemy soldiers on the ladder, gets to the top of the wall. Where he's grabbed by Dorc da Orc, and thrown back down the way he's come from.
The next of the enemy soldiers on the scaling ladder to the top of the wall, suffers the same fate.
As he's biffed off the top of the wall, to land amongst some of his fellow soldiers down in the water.
Then the large ork steps back and waits, as do the others with him along this section of the west wall of castle Measum.
And a few moments later, an enemy soldier from the province of Mofosild, surprisingly finds himself standing upon the top of the west wall of the large castle.
And true, he's eventually grabbed by the ork general, who picks him up over his head, turns and throws him off the back of the wall.
He's the first of the enemy soldiers they willing let up onto the west wall, as the battle for castle Measum continues throughout this summer's night, in the northeast of the province of Corlinda . . . . . .