LCC - Mages Guild - J1 - "Look's like meats not on the menu boys!"LCC - Mages Guild - J1 - "Look's like meats not on the menu boys!"
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For some time now Silas had been journeying in Garheim at the request of his leaders, trying to strengthen Queen Galainir’s rule among the bearded northmen. It wasn’t going the way he had planned it would. As a matter of fact, Silas had been fleeing from a group of Garhims that wanted him dead.
In trying to evade these Garhim regulars, he managed to stumble upon a cave that appeared uninhabited for quite some time. Unfortunately, the cave was actually being lived in by a group of crude goblins. Coming after Silas, he used his magical powers to dispose of the goblins.
That cave would be converted into a <base of operations. for the soldiers under Queen Galainir.
As the weather warmed up in southern Garhim, Silas began scouting further south. He found himself quite close to the Lenfald border. Supposing all was well, he headed out for the day, surveying the terrain and wanting to get an insight on this rather quiet area. The area was not nearly as quiet as he had thought. There was a major problem. The goblins Silas had killed in the cave some time ago were but a few grains on a beach of sand. For their cousins, and uncles, and brothers, and fathers, and even aunts, mothers and daughters (supposing goblins can in fact, be female (a statement deemed ludicrous by any dwarf)), were not too happy with Silas. As a matter of fact, from the moment he left the cave they had been tracking him.
If there is one thing the southland Garhim goblins hate more than humans, it’s magic. Not only did they hate Silas for killing their kinsmen, they despised him much the more for killing them with magic. They vowed to separate his every limb from his body. When Silas got out in the open, he heard a great rush of footsteps, as a massive army going to war.
Seeing the force, he was in quite a quandary. Silas was a top notch archer and a mediocre swordsmen. There was absolutely no chance he would be able to defeat a force so large on his own. There was a bolt always loaded in his crossbow.
Ah, what can one bolt do against such a large force?!?! Firing this one bolt would probably just enrage this mob further. Eh, why not, Silas thought.
To add insult to injury (literally), Silas unleashed the single bolt in his crossbow toward the advancing force. It found its mark, and landed right in the neck of the first advancing goblin, killing the creature.
The goblins roared in disgust. Silas craned his neck to the left, and then to the right.
“Ahoy you stupid creatures!” he began, yelling toward the force. “Meat is not on the menu for today!” With such bold (or stupid) words, Silas threw down his crossbow and began running for his life! Would it be possible to evade such magic-loathing creatures?!
Either way, Silas felt better about the fact, knowing instead of 1,000 enraged goblins chasing him, there were now only 999.