A pale light strayed across the green hills arrayed in front of the fort. Dusk had begun. A man arranged in shining armour observed the surrounding lands. He then turned and walked down towards an encampment, two lordly looking men strolled over to meet him.
"My lord, everything is in order." Said the first of the two
"Our scouts report that neither side has called a retreat from the region." Added the second man.
"So it would seem, that they have joined forces to face us?" The man in shining armour asked.
"No Lord Snowden, we think that after the several encounters they had with each other, in addition to the bitter feud that already exists between these people, that joining together would not be in their interests." The first man replied. Lord Snowden seemed uneasy, If neither side was retreating then this meant that they had some advantage he didn't know of.
"Assemble the men then." Ordered Lord Snowden duly, "We march through the plains and southwards to the goblin camp." The first man noted this and concurred so the Lord continued, "Captain Mather will take his men north-west, once the goblin lines have been broken, engage the Dwarf forces and once the goblins are routed we shall join them on the dwarves North-western flank and surround them." The three of them agreed upon this, the goblins were the easier of the two forces to break, why should they engage a force that could hold their ground and allow the goblins a chance to attack their exposed rear.
But as chances were the goblins and dwarves had agreed something. The rebels reasoned that it was better to attack them now, before they had had time to assemble a much more unassailable position, one that could easily go badly for the rebels.
So the rebel forces marched out westwards at dusk. They were lead on the northern flank by Captain Mather, and the southern flank by the Lord Snowden. The plains extended in front of them for a mile; the ground rose gently on the southern edge, and was roughly level in the northern direction towards the original dwarf garrison. The army turned southwards, and when it had almost reached the southern slope a battle cry came from the northern direction.
A single small figure came in view making a very big fuss.
It was a dwarf.
The enemy had arrived.
A man ran down towards Captain Mather's eastern section of the line.
"Captain! His lordship..." He took a moment to regain his breath. "Lord Snowden orders you to turn your companies northwards to guard his flank while he deals with the goblin force."
Mather registered this, sent the runner on his way, and quickly order his unit to turn, also sending orders to his other captain, things had gone a little awry.
At this moment both the goblins and dwarves came into view. The companies lead by Mather marched north down the slope towards the oncoming dwarves, and at the top the hill the goblins attacked Lord Snowden.
|The goblins face off the Snowden's companies|
|And the dwarves skirmish with the Mather's companies|
|Arrows and spears fly on either side taking down one on each side.|
|The goblins charge and shout at the men advancing towards them.|
|Although the sides haven't closed in yet the killing is |
effectively reducing the dwarf numbers.
|Two more dwarves are taken by the arrows!|
|Goblins and men clash against each other, and results in the troll|
squishes the nearest man beneath his club!
|All the goblins and men in the south end up fighting each other again.|
|More skirmishing in the North|
|But blood is spilled in tides upon the slopes,|
three rebels falling to the five goblins.
|So the goblins fall back up the hill, while Durburz |
boldly continues fighting with his flank exposed.
|Meanwhile the rebel archers have been making their way |
up the eastern side of the hill.
|Northwards, the dwarves catch the rebel skirmishers and |
cut a couple down to only one loss of their own.
|The dwarf archers volley into the mass of rebels charging towards|
them, two leave rebel blood dripping on the ground.
|Greszif and his goblins are surrounded on the hill top.|
|A couple of goblins detain the lord Snowden while Durburz|
and his guard fight a losing battle
|With kills coming on either side, the clansmen company|
are looking worse for wear.
|The dwarves charge into the rebels trying to back off.|
|And they find more men attacking than they were expecting.|
|Hatain smashes up two rebels, Mather takes a nasty but not fatal cut|
on the arm, two other rebels succumb to the dwarves too.
|Mather tries to reorganise his men, but the dwarves attack swiftly again.|
|Southwards the goblins have now been engulfed.|
|And Durburz is running out of time, and goblins to engage the rebels.|
|The killing has taken it's toll on his the goblin army and some |
start to think of retreat.
|The troll had had enough of the shiny men, so grabs the nearest captain|
and one of his men to beat the lights behind their eyes.
Greszif also falls under the weight of blades along with three other goblins.
|The dwarves fare better cutting down three rebels.|
|So they attack aggressively again.|
|And another three rebels fall under the dwarven axes! Mather can|
barely take the sight of his men falling like wheat in the wind...
Previously during the night at the fort:
Both Durburz and Greszif were restless. The dwarves had sent a messenger back, and had told them that they would fight, for a battle at most, with the goblins and then settle their squabbles afterwards.
This troubled the goblins, as the dwarves could easily double cross them. So they had sent a few scouts north-west. These scouts had been discovered by the rebels and the general had sent a small company of brave men to tarry them; in hope of finishing them off and the Other goblins would turn around retreat before the battle had even begun.
This would leave the dwarves remaining, against the far more numerous rebel army, which could only go one way.
However Durburz had then ordered the scouts to make their way southwards, detaining the rebels in the hope of routing them before the actual battle.
This was when the dwarves showed up and scuppered the rebels' plans.