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"Speak slow stupid Goblin, Grathel groggy from food", Grathel snarled out these words as he considered the rest of the bird, shrugging he bit into it again.

"Elves coming over hills, this many coming." The goblin began flashing it fingers quickly, finally stopping at around sixty.

Grathel grunted angrily, the fight would almost be fair with his one hundred warriors. He'll have to wipe out as many as he could in an ambush.

"Also man with cape, riding pretty horsie, big sword" squeaked the goblin, removing and eating some of the dead bird off his head.

Grathel grinned hugely, a Paladin Prince; his sword would make a mighty addition to his war trophies and would quickly spread his name throughout the land. Despite the risk he had to win this battle, even if it meant having all his men killed, he could always get more later on.

"How long before they get here?" asked Grathel.

"When sun come back up they be in valley" said the Goblin. Grinning, very pleased with itself.

"Good, go get Boombock, need to talk, go!" Roared Grathel at the goblin, knowing unless he scared the creature it would never go near the grenadier unless scared by something much more dangerous. The goblin squeaked in terror and ran across the battlefield, towards the Goblin Grenadiers side of the camp, far for the others of the war host. None in the camp willing stayed near these goblins for any reason, especially Boombock. Boombock was possibly the most dangerous of the Grenadiers, using charges three to four time more powerful then the normal grenadier, making him a major hazard in mixed company.

A few minutes later in the dim light Grathel saw a hunched form coming towards him. Judging by how even the Crushers gave this figure a wide berth could only mean it was Boombock. Grathel moved further away from the fire and behind a couple of large rocks, he was smart enough not to be near the goblin when he was near fire.

"What Grathel want?" demanded Boombock.

Even though Grathel was leader of the war host Boombock was not scared of him, Boombock wasn't scared of anyone.

"Grathel need Boombock to take his goblins to pass, when elves walk through pass Boombock blow up and send rocks down on then, kill many, hopefully most. Then Grathel kill the rest, what Boombock say? Grathel will reward well if yes."

Boombock sat in silence next to the fire for a few moments before looking up again.

"Want goblin archers part of Boombocks host now, Boombock will then do it."

Though it was Grathel's War host, Boombock still kept a small group from them; the Goblin Grenadiers would only listen to Boombock.

"Fine, four archers, no more."

"Six archer"

"Five archer, last offer." Declared Grathel, cracking his whip upon the dirt to illustrate his point.

Boombock nodded "Five it is, send them when can, shake on it"

Spitting upon his palm Boombock extended his hand; Grathel did the same and the two shook hands, sealing the deal.

"Boombock now go and get archers and boomers and go fix valley" said Boombock.

With those words the Goblin got back up and headed back to his side of the camp, once more the camp parted where the goblin tread. Grathel smiled, knowing tomorrow will be a great day. With those thoughts he turned back to his bird, grabbing a small lizard that was scurrying across the rocks and then cramming it into his mouth. A loud crunch was all that was heard from Grathel for the rest of the night.

Chapter Two of: First Fight, First Win

Boombock hurried back to his side of the camp, grinning with glee now that his own warhost had gained a substantial, if not major, force. He had already hand picked the goblin archer beforehand, and he knew Grathel would only allow him five. He may just be a goblin, but Boombock was a very intelligent goblin, after all he was the one who learned how to turn the Rebels powder into a power bomb. Entering his tiny camp he gathered together his force of four other grenadiers and explained to them the plan.

"Pointy ears come up valley, we go and blow up valley, cause big time hurt and kill pointy ears, understand?"

The plan was simple enough and these goblins were smart, compared to normal goblins at least. They all nodded, each of them smiling in the firelight, their oversized teeth shining in the dim light.

"We go now, before light fill valley, follow."

Moving away from the camp and heading deeply into the darkness Boombock ran. Moving stealthily almost as stealthy as a Night blade. His minions, though not as quick, managed to keep up easily. The group of the five goblins moved through the night like a horrific troupe of children off to play. Wraiths moved through the forest and even saw the goblins. But some dim intelligence told them to leave the creatures be, that there was something very dangerous about them and it wouldn't want to be near.

The goblins managed to reach the valley in a matter of minutes. Crawling upon a boulder to keep a low profile Boombock surveyed the valley. It was about sixty feet wide and was over two miles long. The terrain around it was rough and rocky making normal travel hard and impossible for the mounts the elves rode. Boombock smiled as he saw several dozen large boulders and piles of rock; rigged right he could easily cause destruction to rain upon the elves. Slithering back down the rock he crouched down with the rest of his crew his spoke in a low whisper.

"Two go over there." He whispered as he pointed to the east side of the valley, "Boombock go with you and help, we set booms on boulders and set up long fuses, you three do same on other side of valley. Use at least six Jebta lengths."

A Jebta length is roughly twelve feet long. The goblins nodded and three of them moved off to the west side of the valley. Boombock in the meantime moved with his own team. Working swiftly the mining passed with little incident. Though one of the goblins nearly dropped a good twenty-bar weight of powder. Which would not only have blown them up, it would have also warned the advancing elves. Soon over twenty piles of rocks and boulders were mined, primed and ready to go off. Moving over to the other side of the valley quickly, he issued some last minute commands and sent one of the grenadiers back to the camp to inform Grathel that the mines were in place. Checking some snares that they had set beforehand, Boombock gathered up the rabbits that they had captured. They would make a fine breakfast for his host. In the meantime the other goblins had strung out and readied the fuses.

Each team had assembled a kind of a base where they could light the fuses and even do some ranged attacks without fear of being attacked. The teams then convened with Boombock on the east side of the canyon and began to eat the rabbits he had cooking over a small fire he had built. Though Boombock was as selfish as any goblin, he still understood the importance of keeping his host fed. As they consumed their fare, the sound of small feet were head approaching. Boombock stopped his eating and readied a grenade, making sure it was his messenger.

It was and he returned with what Boombock had ordered him to retrieve. Following the messenger was his five new archers. Each one carrying a strong bow and two quivers of arrows apiece. Though Boombock would have preferred one more, he knew Grathel would never allow it. After all, Grathel had his warhost as well. The newly arrived Archers stood at the fire edge, awaiting their orders. Wiping his mouth, Boombock talked slowly.

"Two will go to the east, three to the west, Go into stone hide places." Ordered Boombock.

The goblin archers nodded and they split up. The two groups taking their positions. Nodding Boombock knew they were as ready as they would ever be. As soon as those fuses were lit, it would be up to Grathel.