And we move along to Part I! I'm going to be beginning to introduce some of the main characters over these next couple parts, so we'll be meeting new characters for each of the next four parts before we start to add more to the existing characters. And we'll begin with Flek, the goblin.
Part I: Flek
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
“Sardu. Morben. Sardu. Morben.” The chanting ran throughout the trees of the Great Forest.
“Behold! The Mother Tree!” the priest shouted, his voice rising in the air. “All bow down to Her Greatness that has protected us from the elves on high!”
“Sardu! Morben!” the crowd cried.
“To the Mother Tree we now bear reverence! Let the sacrifices come forth!” the priest cried.
“Shut it off…” Freglak groaned.
“But, but you promised-“ the goblin said.
“I said turn it off!” Freglak yelled, and the goblin turned off the TV, ending the chanting of the goblins.
“Good riddance,” Freglak said, and wiped his hand across his face. He glared at the goblin. “Not a word to the High Priest about this!”
“Yes sir!” the goblin said timidly.
“You may go now,” Freglak growled, and the goblin left. Lord Freglak, lord of the goblins, had long ago lost faith in the Mother Tree, which was only a huge long-lived tree. He had finally convinced the High Priest to let him skip the annual Celebration of the Mother Tree in exchange for watching it on TV, but had grown sick of the murderous mayhem already. Lord Freglak swore under his breath, and then stood up, crossing his arms. He uncrossed them to push a button to open up the sound system.
“Flek!” Freglak yelled. “Get in here!” He stopped pressing the button, and sat down in his couch, slouching, and he began to file his fingernails.
Flek burst into the room. “Lord Freglak!” he said bowing. “I am here at your command!” Flek was an average height for a goblin. His great cunning and thinking on the fly, had brought him up through the ranks of the army until he was now in a position so great that he could have become the general of the whole goblin army if he wanted. As it was, Flek had no need of that position and instead was a goblin warrior independent of the army and commanded only by Freglak.
“Listen up,” Freglak said. “All the rest of the goblins are off bowing and giving homage to some stupid tree that they think will save them from the elves. Sickening homage it is. But that is beside the point. All the priests are off adoring the Mother Tree. They wouldn’t notice if we sent off a team of goblins armed with guns to go off on Operation Capture.”
“Yes sir!” Flek said. “I’ll lead off the team right away!” He made, as if to leave, and then turned. “I assume that you have nothing against my using the corsha weapons to accomplish the mission?”
“Of course not,” Freglak said. “Just because I’m not an Old-Weapon-only activist like those stupid priests doesn’t mean that I’m for guns-only. Go ahead and use your weapons and get this mission done already!”
“Yes sir!” Flek said and he scampered off. Flek had long gotten used to Freglak’s personality and his hidden hatred for the priests and their outrageous customs. Flek didn’t care at all for the Mother Tree, but he’d bow down to it or whatever would most advance his position.
Flek got in the elevator and punched the button to go down to the garage. The doors opened, and he ran out, to meet the rest of the team waiting for him. There were ten in the party in all, not including Flek. Flek walked past them, high fiving some and exchanging quick comments with others.
“Reklen, my man! You’re looking alert today!” “Kailen! Glad to know that you recovered from your sickness in time!” “Cornun! Let’s look a bit more upbeat shall we!” Flek paused at the end of the line and clapped his hands together. “All right! Let’s get started on Operation Capture, shall we? Kailen! What were the latest coordinates for the elf ship?”
“The ship was last tracked at B14 N20,” Kailen said. “In other words, when I last checked ten minutes ago, at the current speed it should be past the Great Forest in around an hour.”
“Great,” Flek said. “Are the missile teams ready? Everything must be perfect for this play.”
“The missile teams were ready when I last checked,” Cornun said. “They await your signal!”
“Good,” Flek said. “Let’s get loaded into the ship!” Flek tried to pace his breathing as they got into the airship. This was the operation that they had been planning for the past twenty years, the plan they’d been hoping for ever since the Great Upheaval. After this mission, the elves would know of their power, and would be confident of that they still existed. The dense foliage of the Great Forest had kept them safe from the elves from seeing them, and their technology had disabled their radars, but after this, the elves wouldn’t be blinded by it anymore. They would know.
Flek shook his head and then boarded into the ship with his crew. “Get the hatches open and let’s send this thing off! Everyone get in your positions!” He went and strapped himself into his seat along with the eight other warriors, the other two goblins manning the vehicle. Flek felt the vehicle move forward and heard the grinding as the hangar doors opened. The machine began to tilt upwards and Flek closed his eyes. The machine made a humming noise and then there was the sound of an explosion as the machine took off into the air. Flek felt himself pushed back in his seat. It became harder and harder for him to breathe and he felt a burning pain in his chest. Flek gritted his teeth and shifted his head as the machine rose into the air.
The High Priest turned his eyes from the sacrifices to see the airship bursting from the Capitol and quickly rising into the air. His eyes narrowed. His duty was with the Mother Tree now, but afterwards… Freglak would have to answer to him about this.
Part I: Flek
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
“Sardu. Morben. Sardu. Morben.” The chanting ran throughout the trees of the Great Forest.
“Behold! The Mother Tree!” the priest shouted, his voice rising in the air. “All bow down to Her Greatness that has protected us from the elves on high!”
“Sardu! Morben!” the crowd cried.
“To the Mother Tree we now bear reverence! Let the sacrifices come forth!” the priest cried.
“Shut it off…” Freglak groaned.
“But, but you promised-“ the goblin said.
“I said turn it off!” Freglak yelled, and the goblin turned off the TV, ending the chanting of the goblins.
“Good riddance,” Freglak said, and wiped his hand across his face. He glared at the goblin. “Not a word to the High Priest about this!”
“Yes sir!” the goblin said timidly.
“You may go now,” Freglak growled, and the goblin left. Lord Freglak, lord of the goblins, had long ago lost faith in the Mother Tree, which was only a huge long-lived tree. He had finally convinced the High Priest to let him skip the annual Celebration of the Mother Tree in exchange for watching it on TV, but had grown sick of the murderous mayhem already. Lord Freglak swore under his breath, and then stood up, crossing his arms. He uncrossed them to push a button to open up the sound system.
“Flek!” Freglak yelled. “Get in here!” He stopped pressing the button, and sat down in his couch, slouching, and he began to file his fingernails.
Flek burst into the room. “Lord Freglak!” he said bowing. “I am here at your command!” Flek was an average height for a goblin. His great cunning and thinking on the fly, had brought him up through the ranks of the army until he was now in a position so great that he could have become the general of the whole goblin army if he wanted. As it was, Flek had no need of that position and instead was a goblin warrior independent of the army and commanded only by Freglak.
“Listen up,” Freglak said. “All the rest of the goblins are off bowing and giving homage to some stupid tree that they think will save them from the elves. Sickening homage it is. But that is beside the point. All the priests are off adoring the Mother Tree. They wouldn’t notice if we sent off a team of goblins armed with guns to go off on Operation Capture.”
“Yes sir!” Flek said. “I’ll lead off the team right away!” He made, as if to leave, and then turned. “I assume that you have nothing against my using the corsha weapons to accomplish the mission?”
“Of course not,” Freglak said. “Just because I’m not an Old-Weapon-only activist like those stupid priests doesn’t mean that I’m for guns-only. Go ahead and use your weapons and get this mission done already!”
“Yes sir!” Flek said and he scampered off. Flek had long gotten used to Freglak’s personality and his hidden hatred for the priests and their outrageous customs. Flek didn’t care at all for the Mother Tree, but he’d bow down to it or whatever would most advance his position.
Flek got in the elevator and punched the button to go down to the garage. The doors opened, and he ran out, to meet the rest of the team waiting for him. There were ten in the party in all, not including Flek. Flek walked past them, high fiving some and exchanging quick comments with others.
“Reklen, my man! You’re looking alert today!” “Kailen! Glad to know that you recovered from your sickness in time!” “Cornun! Let’s look a bit more upbeat shall we!” Flek paused at the end of the line and clapped his hands together. “All right! Let’s get started on Operation Capture, shall we? Kailen! What were the latest coordinates for the elf ship?”
“The ship was last tracked at B14 N20,” Kailen said. “In other words, when I last checked ten minutes ago, at the current speed it should be past the Great Forest in around an hour.”
“Great,” Flek said. “Are the missile teams ready? Everything must be perfect for this play.”
“The missile teams were ready when I last checked,” Cornun said. “They await your signal!”
“Good,” Flek said. “Let’s get loaded into the ship!” Flek tried to pace his breathing as they got into the airship. This was the operation that they had been planning for the past twenty years, the plan they’d been hoping for ever since the Great Upheaval. After this mission, the elves would know of their power, and would be confident of that they still existed. The dense foliage of the Great Forest had kept them safe from the elves from seeing them, and their technology had disabled their radars, but after this, the elves wouldn’t be blinded by it anymore. They would know.
Flek shook his head and then boarded into the ship with his crew. “Get the hatches open and let’s send this thing off! Everyone get in your positions!” He went and strapped himself into his seat along with the eight other warriors, the other two goblins manning the vehicle. Flek felt the vehicle move forward and heard the grinding as the hangar doors opened. The machine began to tilt upwards and Flek closed his eyes. The machine made a humming noise and then there was the sound of an explosion as the machine took off into the air. Flek felt himself pushed back in his seat. It became harder and harder for him to breathe and he felt a burning pain in his chest. Flek gritted his teeth and shifted his head as the machine rose into the air.
The High Priest turned his eyes from the sacrifices to see the airship bursting from the Capitol and quickly rising into the air. His eyes narrowed. His duty was with the Mother Tree now, but afterwards… Freglak would have to answer to him about this.
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