Svulnar's Orc Bedtime Stories
Good evening everyone, if you were not already aware, I am a diehard Orc player, and I love spreading terror to my enemies. These however, are not meant to instill terror, but rather to teach young orcs, goblins, and ogres what its all about! At times Humans and Elves may wish to leave the thread to steady their stomachs, shouldn't be an issue for Orc players however!
The Smart Goblin
Once upon a time there was a goblin who was no different than his fellows, no bigger, no smaller, but just right. Goblins, like orcs, love to wage war on any that even look at them funny, so it shouldn't come to surprise anybody that one particularly bloody week this goblins tribe was having a major disagreement with some nearby elf folk in their forests. At the chance of gutting a few tricksy elves, the goblins immediately armed themselves and marched as one, albeit a very chaotic and almost random one.
By the time they found the offending Elvin army it had already come to blows between the emissaries, bodies were strewn across the field, the wonderful stench of decay filled the air.Without a moment to lose, the newly arrived goblins joined into the carnage, all too happy to add their own blood to the mix. For days and days both sides waged furious battle, sometimes advancing, sometimes being advanced on. On one particularly bloody day, the elves were pushing the goblins back, nearly to the edge of the forest it self. When they seemed all but overwhelmed, goblin arrows rained down from the trees above, splattering elf blood all over the ferns and nearby tree trunks.
Unable to fight like true warriors, the elf cowards retreated back to their base leaving their injured to be executed immediately. During the rain of arrows however, one of the goblins had a drop, just a drop, of elvish blood land inside his mouth. None had ever actually though to taste elvish blood, yet this feeling from even but a drop made the goblins bones freeze and his blood to boil, he even thought of things he had never before thought. Simple things of course, such as where do babies come from, or why do elves smell so nice? Though simple the thoughts were, they were beyond his usual scope and he wanted more. He did not want to share however, so he could not just start chewing on the dead elf's, oh no, his comrades would think him mad.
In the dead of the night when all the torches, save those of the sentries, were snuffed out the lone goblin slipped away towards where the elves had retreated to. For what seemed like eternity he tip toed in the elves foot steps, nose seeking scents, and eyes alert for any sign of movement. None did he see until he saw the glow of the torches that circled their camp. Carefully, ever so carefully, he circled their camp until he was on the opposite side. Inhaling, he could smell the elves even from there, their bodies smelt strongly of ferns and pine, none of the filth that goblins rightfully smelled of.
Then he waited for all to go to sleep before he slunk into the camp, past the sentries, past the camp fires surrounded by grandmasters, and yes, past even the elves food stores. He was after a much bigger prize. At last he arrived at a tent that was but a shade deeper than the others, but it was enough to tell even the dim-witted goblin what lay inside. What was in there was not just any elf, but a elf of high birth, an elf with the richest of bloods. Like a shadow he stepped towards the bed, dagger ready for any that may leap to intercept him. But none came. He took a few steps closer to the noble, still none came. They were completely unaware that he was here!
With a grin upon his face he stared hungrily at the elf as he lay there perfectly still, as if asking for the goblin to take a bite, just one...He licked his scaly lips and plunged the dagger right into the elves lunges, causing blood to splatter onto the goblins face, instilling in him a frenzy of delight, down the dagger came again, increasing his frenzy. Many strikes later and still full of energy from the magical blood the goblin felt new thoughts enter his mind, terrible, devious thoughts.
'Why just go after the product, when one could go after its source?' he thought
Without hesitation the goblin dug out the heart and gobbled it down his gullet, freezing in place as it slid into his stomach. He had a plan, a brilliant plan that would bring much more of this intoxicating blood. His mission complete, the goblin slipped out of the camp and made his way back to his goblin brotheren. By the time he reached them it was the dawn of the next day and they all had already strapped on their armor in preparation of the next battle. In a slur of words and gestures he explained to them what he had discovered, how powerful the blood made him feel. It was not a minute later that elvish battle cries could be heard just in the distance. They must have discovered the noble, his heart torn out and his tent covered in blood.
Again the goblins formed their chaotic ranks, but this time the goblin who had partaken of the blood knew they must instead run.
Calling to his comrads he said, "Prowlers, fall back and hide in the trees! Raiders! Scatter! Make your way unseen behind them, do not strike them until i draw my sword!"
The other goblins, always obeying orders in-midst of battle, and with the thought of such power soon being theirs, did as he commanded. Soon the elves came and lay their eyes upon the goblin who was drenched in royal elf blood. At this sight, they drew their blades as one and at that moment the goblin knew victory was his. With their eyes only on him, blinded in their rage, the goblin retreated back into thicker trees, where the elves could not maintain their formations, where goblins would be able to out maneuver them. Carelessly they followed.
As the goblin stopped in a quite dense area of the forest the elves surrounded him and cursed him and all his brood for what he had done to their beloved leader. Instead of returning the taunts, the goblin nearly laughed as maniacle laugh as he drew his sword, dozens of elves instantly falling dead, poison goblin arrows sticking out from the chinks in their armor as more arrows began to rain down on them. Where the elves had thinned the line in order to surround him were instantly overwhelmed by numerous goblin raiders throwing themselves at them from the shadows. In but a few minutes, an army that had traded blows with them from nearly a month was defeated and every elf slain. To celebrate their victory, all of the goblins partook of elvish flesh and found it to fill their minds with power.
Their battle won, they set out to light the fire in the hearts of the orcs. At first they were hesitant to engage in warfare with the elves when already engaged with the humans, after all, the last time they had terrible casualties. Once the Orc Chieftain had but a taste of elf flesh however, his mind was made up. They marched to war.
For many years onward the elves, the orcs, and the goblins fought. It became so bloody that the Humans, who rarely dared stick their neck out for anyone unless it made them profit, attempted to end the dispute. This offer ended only in the death of many knights. From that, Orcs and Goblins also discovered that while not as powerful as Elf blood, Human blood still managed to temporarily quench their thirst for blood.
Their thirst however, would never be completely banished.
Hope you enjoyed this Orc Bedtime story, please leave feedback and commets bellow, and tune in tomorrow for "The Warg Who Ruled The Mountain"