A Goblin's Story
Story
Seventy long years have passed since the Great War. To the forces of light this means seventy years of peace and prosperity but to those who once stood under the banners of shadow it means seventy years of oppression and subjugation by those who once fought for justice. Old treaties forgotten the forces of darkness scattered to the four winds seeking shelter wherever it was to be found, hamlets and slums grew in the dirt beneath humanities feet as the green skinned struggled for their lives.
At the edge of the Siamsha marshlands one small village lived in what sparse happiness still existed for its people. Risen from the mud and rot of the swamps and forged from the sweat of its inhabitants Haaldhaan has been your home for many years and the warm summer nights find you joyfully celebrating the harvest months. Around you creatures ranging from trolls to goblins and all things in between laugh and dance, the old ways of blood and steel long forgotten in exchange for a simpler life.
Smiling you find your hands clapping to the music as the merry rhythm resounds around your village and you take to your feet in celebration. Had you known that tonight was the beginning of a true adventure for you maybe you’d have done things differently.
It only took seconds to happen and even though you barely had time to react each second felt like it dragged on for months. The sound of hoof beats and roaring flames surrounded you shortly followed by the cries of everyone who’s legs hadn’t started to move before they understood what was happening. Your eyes burned from the smoke and your ears raged with the noises around you until you feel the sudden embrace of the waters of Siamsha. Climbing out on the far bank you glance back at the village, fires silhouette the shapes of your friends and family being shackled and dragged from their homes by men in gleaming armour.
As the fires begin to die down and the signs of what few men had trailed behind slowly fade you and the few others who’d escaped walk back into the blackened remains of your home the dirt beneath your feet stained red and the baked remnants of those who wouldn’t stand down scattered around you.
