Post by dragonlord7012 on Jan 13, 2016 4:00:20 GMT
The Gurd had Returned.
Grendel sat in the manor that their ancestor Darvin once studied in. It was an odd sense of satisfaction that filled him. Their "war" with the empire was more a skirmish by the standard of the other nations where setting. The first "army" they fought was a exploration regiment. The second was simply a couple of regiments, they'd outnumbered their foe badly and it still was a close victory. The power of the Gun was a true force to recon with.
As he looked out a window, a song reached his ears. Long and dirge like at first, it grew louder as it approached, more and more voices adding to it, harmonizing, and trailing off.He left the study, and as he moved he heard the origin the cord shift, becoming harsher. Grendel doubled his pace getting to the stables, his aids apparently having left to investigate for themselves the strange song breaching their kingdom.
'Not like the King needs to be kept in the loop or anything' He thought sarcastically. Granted he'd only been "King" in name only for a scant couple of months, and the Mages Council still held power. But this was ridiculous. He'd have to address several parties, but that could wait.
He rode his mount hard towards the sound of the chaos. To his distress, the army had deployed itself to defend against the new "threat", Dwarves. Lots of them. Thousands upon thousands. Both sides where gathering up their forces, The song slowly building in pace. As both sides dared the other to make the first move. Darvin tensed for a moment, then made a very important observation and relaxed a bit, he steeled himself and rode out in front of the army, who looked frankly surprised to see him.
"Captain Ralzin!" he called out, for the elderly Goblin. Looking hard at anyone and everyone. He wasn't very happy, and was quite willing to express it.
"Gre- King Grendel, What are you doing here, You need to go back to the castle at once, can't you see we are under attack?! he demanded incredulously.
"There is an army, but i'm fairly certain its not planning on attacking us Ralzin."
"What the hell are you talking about? You can hear the bastards from two villages over!"
"Stand down captain. Unless you think their sick and children are going to join their starved, fight today would be pointless..." he said.
The captain looked hard across the field, as ranks of pike stood before them, A calmer eye would show what a casual glance would miss. Aside from the sheer numbers they all looked half starved, and the ones behind them looked like they'd missing the other half as well. Far past the front ranks, the faces of fearful dwarves, some carrying children looked pensive. It wasn't a massive army, it was the tiny refinements of a people.
Grendle absentmindedly told the army to withdraw to the city proper, but to reamin on guard just in case. Desperation makes for poor decisions.
With that he turned his horse to face the Dwarves, and decided on a course of action.
"My lord, where are you going" asked Ralzin, looking embarrassed.
He thought for a moment, "Well seeing as how apparently no one from OUR SIDE seems to wish to keep me apprised, i figure I'd go and find things out for myself" he said, his voice filled with annoyance. Oh yes, he would be having words with quite a few goblins over this. The entire purpose of a King was to be able to make quick decisions, and to act as a leader. He would correct their oversight most enthusiastically. But that would come later.
He rode forward, a lone horseman towards the already calming force, most of which where leaning on their pikes, the point holding up in the air, as the curiously regarded them, many humming along with the song that was absentmindedly being sung by the peoples behind them.
"Good morning! I am Grendel of the Gurd, To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit!" he said, eyeing the dwarves before him.
They where a lot paler than most other dwarves, though their beards made strong colored contrast to their form, their bodies where
bulky even with the thinness, and stout, giving them a roundish sort of structure. Their eyes squinting in the dim morning light.
After a long minute of shuffling a voice came out over the singing.
"And I am King Abbettine, King of the Dwarves, The Thrum of the Mountain. We have come in search of new mountains to call
our home, as our old was taken by a great flooding."
It took him a moment to take that in. It wasn't hard to figure out. Their homeland was lost much like the Gurds had been to the
Empires invasion, and now they treked to seek a new one. Their story was similar to the Gurds own in many ways, although they had been much more organized in their leaving, thanks to having a choice in the matter.
Their situation struck a cord with him, and after some very quick and critical mental math he made a decision.
"If you're people are amiable, We've some extra supplies left over from winter. We'd be honored to have your people as our guest before you continue your journey" His people would have to cut back a bit, but not overly much, as spring would easily resupply them again.
Abbettine looked stunned at the offer, but only for a moment. "We'd gratefully accept." he said simply, and a cheer broke out
among the Dwarves, soon turning into song, joyful, and rambunctious.
'Hmm, We really should ask for a few song books, they seem to have an afinity for it.' Grendel thought looking bemused.
The Thrum of the Mountain lived among the goblin for several weeks while they rebuilt their strengths, and the Gurd shared their, admittedly out of date, maps of the region.
Promises of Trade and everlasting friendship where made in abundance during those weeks of celebration. (Most while heavily drunk on spiced wine.)
Soon after, the Thrum of the Mountains moved on though. Their song jovial and strong as they marched to settle among the deep caves and caverns of their new home.
Grendel sat in the manor that their ancestor Darvin once studied in. It was an odd sense of satisfaction that filled him. Their "war" with the empire was more a skirmish by the standard of the other nations where setting. The first "army" they fought was a exploration regiment. The second was simply a couple of regiments, they'd outnumbered their foe badly and it still was a close victory. The power of the Gun was a true force to recon with.
As he looked out a window, a song reached his ears. Long and dirge like at first, it grew louder as it approached, more and more voices adding to it, harmonizing, and trailing off.He left the study, and as he moved he heard the origin the cord shift, becoming harsher. Grendel doubled his pace getting to the stables, his aids apparently having left to investigate for themselves the strange song breaching their kingdom.
'Not like the King needs to be kept in the loop or anything' He thought sarcastically. Granted he'd only been "King" in name only for a scant couple of months, and the Mages Council still held power. But this was ridiculous. He'd have to address several parties, but that could wait.
He rode his mount hard towards the sound of the chaos. To his distress, the army had deployed itself to defend against the new "threat", Dwarves. Lots of them. Thousands upon thousands. Both sides where gathering up their forces, The song slowly building in pace. As both sides dared the other to make the first move. Darvin tensed for a moment, then made a very important observation and relaxed a bit, he steeled himself and rode out in front of the army, who looked frankly surprised to see him.
"Captain Ralzin!" he called out, for the elderly Goblin. Looking hard at anyone and everyone. He wasn't very happy, and was quite willing to express it.
"Gre- King Grendel, What are you doing here, You need to go back to the castle at once, can't you see we are under attack?! he demanded incredulously.
"There is an army, but i'm fairly certain its not planning on attacking us Ralzin."
"What the hell are you talking about? You can hear the bastards from two villages over!"
"Stand down captain. Unless you think their sick and children are going to join their starved, fight today would be pointless..." he said.
The captain looked hard across the field, as ranks of pike stood before them, A calmer eye would show what a casual glance would miss. Aside from the sheer numbers they all looked half starved, and the ones behind them looked like they'd missing the other half as well. Far past the front ranks, the faces of fearful dwarves, some carrying children looked pensive. It wasn't a massive army, it was the tiny refinements of a people.
Grendle absentmindedly told the army to withdraw to the city proper, but to reamin on guard just in case. Desperation makes for poor decisions.
With that he turned his horse to face the Dwarves, and decided on a course of action.
"My lord, where are you going" asked Ralzin, looking embarrassed.
He thought for a moment, "Well seeing as how apparently no one from OUR SIDE seems to wish to keep me apprised, i figure I'd go and find things out for myself" he said, his voice filled with annoyance. Oh yes, he would be having words with quite a few goblins over this. The entire purpose of a King was to be able to make quick decisions, and to act as a leader. He would correct their oversight most enthusiastically. But that would come later.
He rode forward, a lone horseman towards the already calming force, most of which where leaning on their pikes, the point holding up in the air, as the curiously regarded them, many humming along with the song that was absentmindedly being sung by the peoples behind them.
"Good morning! I am Grendel of the Gurd, To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit!" he said, eyeing the dwarves before him.
They where a lot paler than most other dwarves, though their beards made strong colored contrast to their form, their bodies where
bulky even with the thinness, and stout, giving them a roundish sort of structure. Their eyes squinting in the dim morning light.
After a long minute of shuffling a voice came out over the singing.
"And I am King Abbettine, King of the Dwarves, The Thrum of the Mountain. We have come in search of new mountains to call
our home, as our old was taken by a great flooding."
It took him a moment to take that in. It wasn't hard to figure out. Their homeland was lost much like the Gurds had been to the
Empires invasion, and now they treked to seek a new one. Their story was similar to the Gurds own in many ways, although they had been much more organized in their leaving, thanks to having a choice in the matter.
Their situation struck a cord with him, and after some very quick and critical mental math he made a decision.
"If you're people are amiable, We've some extra supplies left over from winter. We'd be honored to have your people as our guest before you continue your journey" His people would have to cut back a bit, but not overly much, as spring would easily resupply them again.
Abbettine looked stunned at the offer, but only for a moment. "We'd gratefully accept." he said simply, and a cheer broke out
among the Dwarves, soon turning into song, joyful, and rambunctious.
'Hmm, We really should ask for a few song books, they seem to have an afinity for it.' Grendel thought looking bemused.
The Thrum of the Mountain lived among the goblin for several weeks while they rebuilt their strengths, and the Gurd shared their, admittedly out of date, maps of the region.
Promises of Trade and everlasting friendship where made in abundance during those weeks of celebration. (Most while heavily drunk on spiced wine.)
Soon after, the Thrum of the Mountains moved on though. Their song jovial and strong as they marched to settle among the deep caves and caverns of their new home.
