In the Shadows.
The Goblin’s little legs could only carry him so fast, plus Goblins wasn’t made for speed, rather for hiding and borrowing in the muck and filth.
The attribute of speed was given to their cousin the Orcs.
Wheezing for breath, Kug climbed up the hillock clutching an oversized helmet to his head, only to half skid, half run down the other side. Gravity giving him too much of a helping hand as he stumbled and fell into a pile of rolling armor. Dusting the leaves and dirt off his battered breast-plate, Kug adjusted the oversize helmet back on his head and started forward. The rest of his shabby armor wasn’t in much better condition. The battered breast-plate hung down to his shins. His vambraces and greaves hung loose and would twist and turn with every movement. The short sword at his hip ranked a groove in the dirt as he walked.
Kug saw the small regiment readying the camp as he clambered through the encampment. Three orcs were tending a wild boar on a fire; another fat Orc sat on a tree stump licking his lips nearby. He could also hear the sounds of swords and fighting, as a few orcs were sparring. He made his way to the command tent at the center of the camp. It was nothing more than a large dirty sheet tired off to some trees. Two huge Orc stood before the makeshift tent. Noticing that all their armor fitted them well he felt a little hard done by. Saluting the sentries Kug spoke in a croaky voice.
“Kug reporting, I need to see General Rafe.” The bigger of the two Orcs looked down at Kug with yellow feral eyes.
“You need nothing, you puny little grub; you plead to see the general.” He turned and smirked at his companion.
“Or maybe it’s bleed to see the general.”
The Orcs laughter barked out among the trees. Kug stood his ground although the Orc’s violent gaze bored into him. The smaller Orc grunted and opened his jaws to speak, but before he could, a deep raspy voice boomed out from the tent.
“What is it?”
“A Goblin General Rafe, little grub wants an audience with you.” The sentry smirked, sharp canine teeth jutting upwards from his lower jaw.
“Seems to think he’s special or something, sir.” The Orc rolled his jaw as Kug swallowed and took a deep breath.
“General Rafe sir, it’s Kug sir.”
The two sentries were shouldered aside by the biggest Orc Kug had ever seen, and since he lived in Orcheim, the Goblin, and Orc underworld, he had seen all manners of large grotesque things.
General Rafe stood 8 feet tall, full head and shoulders over his sentries. Kug only came up to thigh level and had to crane his neck to meet the General’s savage face and yellow eyes. Long sharp fangs curled up from his jaws; scars littered his face, and a small arming cap sat on his head. Greased black hair flowed down his back, the tied off with a string full of mountain lion’s teeth. The General wore only a dark, blood-stained hauberk, that looked like it had seen a fair amount of battles. Orc and Goblins didn’t wear pants or boots like a man. Their animistic skin bore the brunt of nature. Rafe looked down at Kug, bending over menacingly.
“Well?” Kug swallowed and licked his dry lips. The shaking in his legs was becoming uncontrollable.
“The runner’s sir, they didn’t make it.” The General’s eyes narrowed as Kug hurried on.
“They lost the bird sir, and Trag was killed.”
“What!” roared the General. He reached down and picked Kug up by the throat. Kug gripped Rafe’s muscular forearm, his legs kicking in the air.
“How did the damn wolves lose one little bird?” Shouted Rafe, sending spittle into Kug’s face. The General threw Kug into a nearby tree, the small Goblin crashing into a heap as the two sentries roared with laughter. The General silenced them with a look and marched over to Kug. Shaken, he sat up and reached for his fallen helmet, only to see the Generals advance, whimpering, he tried to escape the Orc
The General threw Kug into a nearby tree, the small Goblin crashing into a heap as the two sentries roared with laughter. The General silenced them with a look and marched over to Kug. Shaken, he sat up and reached for his fallen helmet, only to see the Generals advance, whimpering, he tried to escape the Orc grasp but was too slow. One huge arm picked Kug up by the foot, his massive hand closing over the lower part of his leg. Kugs clutched at his helmet trying to keep it in place as his world turned upside down.
Staring into blood-shot yellow eyes Kug whimpered again.
“What about the other two wolves, do they know where the bird is?” Asked Rafe.
Blood was rushing to Kug’s head making him feel dizzy.
“Yes sir, they said that the bird was saved by an elf and a boy sir.” Rafe looked puzzled for a moment.
“An elf outside of Itihca?”
Kug dangled uselessly.
“And where are the wolves now?”
Kug’s head had begun to hurt.
“They are on a hunt now sir. Should be back by nightfall sir.”
“Good, sent them back to where they lost the bird, tell them to watch the elf. I want to know why an elf is this far from his home, and what he wants with my bird. One is to stay there at all times; one is to come back with a regular update, do you understand?”
Kug nodded feebly.
“Good, now get out of my sight.”
Rafe dropped Kug to the ground, turned and strode back to his tent. Crumbled in a heap, Kug jumped up, straighten his gear, planted his helmet back on his head and ran with all the speed his little legs could muster.