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Post by Valdrik on Jan 2, 2006 21:15:15 GMT
A group of wildmen from Dunland make their way through the mountains. The mighty Redhorn shadowed them as they treked through the snow coverd pass. The group of nomads numbered just under two hundred and they moved to make camp on the eastern slopes of the Misty Mountains.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 2, 2006 23:02:33 GMT
The sky was dark and veiled and from the crags immerged a large battalion of Goblins. They chattered their teeth and snickered, jeering in their vile tongue as the Dunlendings arrived at Moria. Master Anorgash shall be most pleased, my brothers! Let us go to them and learn their cause for intruding upon our rock!" The Goblin soldiers shreaked with delight and spread out throughout the rocky terrain moving down into the Dunlending camp. The largest of them who seemed to be the leader stepped from his place of hiding and approached the encampment of Dunlendings. "What is your business, men of Dunland, in the mountains of the Goblins of Anorgash?" An incessive clamor could be heard from the hiding places of the goblins as their cat-like eyes peered on at the camp of the Dunlendings, their sharp teeth bared into a toothy grin as they carefully waited in anticipation for the reaction of Valdrik's soldiers.
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Post by Valdrik on Jan 3, 2006 3:27:12 GMT
The pack of raiders rode towards the Dunlending camp, led by Oyvind, their chief. As the large barbarian neared, he dismounted his steed and approached the leader of the goblin hoard that was investigating their presence in Moria. He growled at a few of the surrounding goblins, who in turn cowered back and hissed while jumping around. He laughed as he turned back to the one that seemed to be the leader. "Are we not welcome here, goblin?" He then snapped his finger and another barbarian came forward, draggin a net full of Rohirrim torsos. "Are we not even welcome to share a meal with you?" He laughed again as he watched the hissing pack of gobins step forward, drooling over the fresh meat laid before them.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 3:30:37 GMT
One of the Goblins leapt from the rock and was soon followed in suite by his comrades. He ran towards the net and poked the corpses with the tip of his blade. "And if you give us the tasty meat, we let you stay?" He looked up towards the man with a scowl on his face and a look of distrust. "Why are you here in the mountains? What business do you have with the Goblins?"
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Post by Valdrik on Jan 3, 2006 3:35:44 GMT
Oyvind picked up the sack with one hand and tossed it at the group of goblins, knocking two of them over as they attempted to catch it. "If its meat you want, meat you'll get." He glanced over at the horses and other plunder from their raid. "And our business is not with you, but with the Rohirrim scum."
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 3:40:11 GMT
The Goblins payed no further mind to the Dunlendings but began to devour the meat, cutting open the torsos with their blades and cleaning the vital organs, such as the heart and lungs, from the bodies. The Goblins of Carahadras would allow the Dunlendings to remain upon the harsh peaks of the Misty Mountains for, truth be known, their lord cared not what they did as long as they did not intrude upon the dealings of the inner sanctum.
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