Got back from visiting Patrick Henry College... very good and enlightening visit but quite tiring... Anyways, this is why I'm glad that I plan ahead here with these posts...
Who was the winner of last time? Well, we got a lot of great entries, but one just took the cake. "Rule Number 12: What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too. Rule Number 17: Treat people in your debt like family... exploit them. Rule Number 84: You are not responsible for the stupidity of other races."
Part XLVIII: Overextension
Date: Yippah 16th, 114 A.U.
Major Erklen peered through his telescope at the elven cruisers that were scouting along the premises. It had taken the elves a week to step outside of their now-fully fortified base but finally they were venturing in the right direction—away from their base and right to where Major Erklen wanted them.
Major Erklen held his breath as his finger hovered above the button that would doom the elves to die. Just a couple more feet… Major Erklen pressed the button. Suddenly, from the trees around the cruisers, goblins leapt out. Guns were fired, and the elves collapsed, their cruisers smashing into the trees. The goblins immediately let out a whoop and one fired his long range gun. There was a bang as the bullet flew over the forest. Escaping the tree line, the bullet suddenly self-imploded, creating a ball of fire that blew over the forest. Now the elves knew where they were.
Major Erklen pressed down the button on his walkie talkie. “All right—good work guys. The elves know we’re here. Now come back and make ready for their advance.”
The drop-planes came first. Zooming over the top of the foliage, it darted under the goblin attack ships as elves came pouring down ropes from the underside of the ship, falling down into the battle field that the goblins had before planned to have and immediately engaging in battle with the goblins.
Major Erklen nodded with approval as the next round of dropships to come were immediately decimated by a ready goblin attack force. Now the elves would be sure to come with more.
Sure enough, the next wave came, this time of sleek elven fighters. The goblin aircraft swerved around them as the elves poured their air assault upon them. More elven dropships cruised underneath the battle to bring more reinforcements to the seen. All was good—all was good for now. Major Erklen pushed a button to alert his soldiers that Phase I was over. It was time for Phase II: Retreat.
The goblins on foot suddenly fell back from the firing lines and fled as the aircraft did the same. After a moment of hesitation the elves followed, leaping toward the fleeing goblins. Just a bit further… a bit further…
Major Erklen’s hand wavered on the button before he decisively pushed down, spelling the elves fate.
The forest floor was shattered as it blew to pieces underneath the over-confident elves, trees collapsing and fire exploding from the planted bombs. Missiles broke loose from plastic trees to collide into the elves attack fleet. Major Erklen stepped back for a moment as the smoke cleared. The battlefield was a chaos of blinded elves running over each other and looking for their wounded comrades. And then the ground gave out from under them—collapsing in on itself as the beams that had once held the ground up gave way. The elves fell down into the waiting regiment of goblins. There were some yells from beneath. And then there was silence.
Major Erklen stepped back, giving a sigh of relief. They had just dealt the elves a mortal blow that would take long to recover. The silent forest air was only broken by the murmurs of the goblins who saw the carnage that they had just done to the elves. Phase III had just been completed to the destruction of the elven army. And now they would advance to the crags and finish off the elves in the Great Forest.
That was before Major Erklen saw the great elven attack vehicle flying toward them.
“The goblin army is in retreat, sir!”
“I know it, blast it all,” Lord Freglak snapped as he worked the Codex. “Major Erklen has just informed me.” Freglak cursed under his breath. All the time that he and Reynyagn had worked on the elaborate trap and it had gone to smithereens. Although Freglak couldn’t tell yet whether or not the blame fell on Major Erklen, Freglak knew that Reynyagn wouldn’t have fallen into the same trap if he had stayed. Instead, the goblin forces had been taken completely unawares by the elven surprise assault right after they had lost what seemed to be a great portion of their army.
And now they were on the retreat.
“I want you to make that news front cover,” Freglak snapped to the anxious goblin reporter. “I want the face of that priest on the front of every paper so that the people can see who it is that is causing our defeat. Go! Get it done!” Freglak watched as the reporter hurried out of the room to publish Jaine’s blunderous speech about what should be done about the elves.
Freglak stalked over to the window and looked out at the forest around him. For however much that defeat may have cost them, if he would be able to blame it on the priesthood he may yet accomplish more than his uncle would have dreamed of being able to do.
The priests had held control over the Great Forest for too long. His uncle had drilled that into him when young as his uncle tried to force the priest’s to have no other option than to make Freglak lord when he died. And having that training and seeing such an opportunity, Freglak was prepared to take it. If he could only manage to turn the populace against the priests and toward Freglak as their only possible savior, everything would fall into place. With the people behind him, he would have the power and backing to do nearly anything he wanted. And that would begin with the destruction of the order of priests. And the ordination of Freglak as the sole Lord-Protector of the Great Forest, a dictator with the complete power to do whatever he wanted. With everything at his disposal to strike back against the elven tyranny.
Question of the Day:What did High Priest Jaine say?
Who was the winner of last time? Well, we got a lot of great entries, but one just took the cake. "Rule Number 12: What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too. Rule Number 17: Treat people in your debt like family... exploit them. Rule Number 84: You are not responsible for the stupidity of other races."
Part XLVIII: Overextension
Date: Yippah 16th, 114 A.U.
Major Erklen peered through his telescope at the elven cruisers that were scouting along the premises. It had taken the elves a week to step outside of their now-fully fortified base but finally they were venturing in the right direction—away from their base and right to where Major Erklen wanted them.
Major Erklen held his breath as his finger hovered above the button that would doom the elves to die. Just a couple more feet… Major Erklen pressed the button. Suddenly, from the trees around the cruisers, goblins leapt out. Guns were fired, and the elves collapsed, their cruisers smashing into the trees. The goblins immediately let out a whoop and one fired his long range gun. There was a bang as the bullet flew over the forest. Escaping the tree line, the bullet suddenly self-imploded, creating a ball of fire that blew over the forest. Now the elves knew where they were.
Major Erklen pressed down the button on his walkie talkie. “All right—good work guys. The elves know we’re here. Now come back and make ready for their advance.”
The drop-planes came first. Zooming over the top of the foliage, it darted under the goblin attack ships as elves came pouring down ropes from the underside of the ship, falling down into the battle field that the goblins had before planned to have and immediately engaging in battle with the goblins.
Major Erklen nodded with approval as the next round of dropships to come were immediately decimated by a ready goblin attack force. Now the elves would be sure to come with more.
Sure enough, the next wave came, this time of sleek elven fighters. The goblin aircraft swerved around them as the elves poured their air assault upon them. More elven dropships cruised underneath the battle to bring more reinforcements to the seen. All was good—all was good for now. Major Erklen pushed a button to alert his soldiers that Phase I was over. It was time for Phase II: Retreat.
The goblins on foot suddenly fell back from the firing lines and fled as the aircraft did the same. After a moment of hesitation the elves followed, leaping toward the fleeing goblins. Just a bit further… a bit further…
Major Erklen’s hand wavered on the button before he decisively pushed down, spelling the elves fate.
The forest floor was shattered as it blew to pieces underneath the over-confident elves, trees collapsing and fire exploding from the planted bombs. Missiles broke loose from plastic trees to collide into the elves attack fleet. Major Erklen stepped back for a moment as the smoke cleared. The battlefield was a chaos of blinded elves running over each other and looking for their wounded comrades. And then the ground gave out from under them—collapsing in on itself as the beams that had once held the ground up gave way. The elves fell down into the waiting regiment of goblins. There were some yells from beneath. And then there was silence.
Major Erklen stepped back, giving a sigh of relief. They had just dealt the elves a mortal blow that would take long to recover. The silent forest air was only broken by the murmurs of the goblins who saw the carnage that they had just done to the elves. Phase III had just been completed to the destruction of the elven army. And now they would advance to the crags and finish off the elves in the Great Forest.
That was before Major Erklen saw the great elven attack vehicle flying toward them.
“The goblin army is in retreat, sir!”
“I know it, blast it all,” Lord Freglak snapped as he worked the Codex. “Major Erklen has just informed me.” Freglak cursed under his breath. All the time that he and Reynyagn had worked on the elaborate trap and it had gone to smithereens. Although Freglak couldn’t tell yet whether or not the blame fell on Major Erklen, Freglak knew that Reynyagn wouldn’t have fallen into the same trap if he had stayed. Instead, the goblin forces had been taken completely unawares by the elven surprise assault right after they had lost what seemed to be a great portion of their army.
And now they were on the retreat.
“I want you to make that news front cover,” Freglak snapped to the anxious goblin reporter. “I want the face of that priest on the front of every paper so that the people can see who it is that is causing our defeat. Go! Get it done!” Freglak watched as the reporter hurried out of the room to publish Jaine’s blunderous speech about what should be done about the elves.
Freglak stalked over to the window and looked out at the forest around him. For however much that defeat may have cost them, if he would be able to blame it on the priesthood he may yet accomplish more than his uncle would have dreamed of being able to do.
The priests had held control over the Great Forest for too long. His uncle had drilled that into him when young as his uncle tried to force the priest’s to have no other option than to make Freglak lord when he died. And having that training and seeing such an opportunity, Freglak was prepared to take it. If he could only manage to turn the populace against the priests and toward Freglak as their only possible savior, everything would fall into place. With the people behind him, he would have the power and backing to do nearly anything he wanted. And that would begin with the destruction of the order of priests. And the ordination of Freglak as the sole Lord-Protector of the Great Forest, a dictator with the complete power to do whatever he wanted. With everything at his disposal to strike back against the elven tyranny.
Question of the Day:What did High Priest Jaine say?
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