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Elves vs Goblins: 50-54
🕑 Added 2025-03-17 19:10:26 +0000 UTCElven arrows have reaped a ripe harvest of Goblins, but the spiteful creatures have no regard for their own fallen. For now, they fear their own leaders more than the sting of Elven steel.
Stubbornly determined, the Rangers keep up their relentless assault, equally indifferent to their losses. For warriors like Dwynwen, bending her bow once again to pluck another Goblin from its perch, the terror of death is as nothing compared to the consequences for her people, should they fail to uphold their covenant with the forest.
Her shaft flies true, burying itself in the neck of an armoured Goblin Captain. As shrieking Goblins fall like leaves from their rickety towers, their leaders rage at their followers to come forwards, to stop skulking and hiding and re-fill the ranks.
The Wood Elves see none of this: Only that the Goblin arrows continue to spit out at them unabated, inaccurate but in volume enough to compensate for their lacklustre marksmanship. To Eiddwen, screaming her punctured agony as a barbed arrow penetrates her belly and tears through her guts, it matters little that the missile was not aimed at her.
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PicardJean-Luc
More than half of the Rangers deployed to assault the Goblin's encampment are now lying dead and dying around the valley. Those who are still fighting know their numbers are diminishing fast, but they are determined to keep fighting. Dwynwen - a Ranger aged 22 summers is aiming her arrow towards a Goblin archer. She knows her squad are taking a heavy loss but she is determined to kill as many Goblins as possible, knowing her fellow Elvens will suffer a fate worse than death if she and her fellow Rangers fail on their mission to destroy the Goblins' castle once and for all. Dwynwen loses her arrow and second later a Goblin archer falls to his death in agony. Yet at the same time Aerith, a Ranger standing only a few metres from her, screams as she is hit with a mortal arrow of the Goblins. "Damn, they got Aerith!" Dwynwen softly curses as she mourns the loss of her friend who is only 1-year younger from her. But she focuses on her duties as she fires another arrow at another Goblin. No time to grief for any of her Rangers colleagues whom have fallen today. All Dwynwen hopes for is that their sacrifices today would not be in vain...
Terran
Aah, so good to see you back on track with this 😊😊
