by TyrannoTitan » Mon Sep 26, 2011 12:35 am
A few hours prior...
The goblin taskmaster stood in the forest with two remaining Vul'nul guards, exhausted and frustrated by the fighting that went on. The unknown attackers, which he compared to hairy, baby humans, took down one of the Vul'nul and sent the Kobolds fleeing in the forest. Now they were alone, waiting for reinforcements, though upon further examination, the attackers didn't seem to occupy the lumber yard. With as little protection he had left, however, he wasn't about to sound the all clear and head back into what was possibly an ambush. As he waited, he could hear the faint sound of...something approaching their position. Unlike the stealthy little worms that attacked them, this sounded large, numerous, and fast. Before he could get the Vul'nul to pay attention, the approaching creatures were already in sight: Forest trolls, which he remembered being told lived around the camp. Although they were more then enough for his Vul'nul guards to handle, they stampeded past them all, much to their amazement, howling and growling as they went. "What the...?" the taskmaster said as he watched the lumbering creatures go, scratching the back of his green head. Turning back to where they came from, he noticed a light in the distance. Soon that light began to expand at an alarming rate, and it was then that he recognized what had spooked the trolls. "Oh hell, not again!" he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet and forcing the Vul'nul to follow with a swift crack of his whip, the three of them racing away from the approaching forest fire...
At present...
"What do you mean, 'some creatures'? If its causing that big of a fuss, it has to be something more then just wildlife gone mad." Bolthammer questioned, irritated by this news. Apparently, some of their trading partners were being attacked by strange nocturnal creatures. This was, of course, bad for business, and they needed a solution. "I don't know, boss. That's what the suppliers have been saying...And we've been getting reports of unidentified creature attacks, during storms or at night..." the goblin, one of Bolthammer's trusted magi, explained, hoping the Trade Prince would get what he was implying. Bolthammer sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger in frustration. "Great. Not only are they taking away our business, but the little ******** have the nerve to attack us directly? I won't a few mangy animals destroy my trade empire." the Trade Prince growled, slamming a fist onto the arm of his throne. As the mage was about to continue, another goblin burst into the throne room, running up to both of them. Despite the dramatic display, the goblin had been trying to gain an audience with the Trade Prince for hours, trying to convince the guards he had a good reason to see him. "Boss, we got problems!" the goblin, a taskmaster by the looks of it, gasped as he neared, clearly out of breath. "How cliche. What do you want? We are busy." Bolthammer asked, his irritation still evident on his scowling face. "Boss...boss its back! That damned inferno is back and its heading straight for us!" the taskmaster exclaimed, still trying to catch his breath. Bolthammer's frowned deepened, and for a second both of the other goblins were scared for their well being. "Are you sure? Did you see him?" the mage asked carefully when the Trade Prince did not answer. "No, but I am a veteran of the last one, and that one cost me my inheritance! Er, I mean...my parents! I know what the damned thing looks like!" the taskmaster responded hastily, looking at the Trade Prince. To both of their surprise, he was smiling. "Boss...?" the mage said, unable to see what was good about such a dire situation. "This solves everything!" Bolthammer said suddenly, grinning. Both of the other goblins continued to stare at him, confused. "I believe the term is 'two birds with one stone'." he explained, and it was only then that the other two understood...