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They appeared as dawn broke on the second day of the fighting. At first no one noticed. Goblins in black armor raced up the slopes, pouring into tunnels abandoned by Tremborag’s forces. They clashed further into the mountain as larger Hobs and Goblins wearing magical gear began entering at key points. The Goblin Lord was sending his officers into battle and the bloodshed was reaching an intensity far surpassing that of yesterday.

However, that fever pitch only applied to one side of the mountain. The Goblin Lord had elected to guard his camps rather than spread his forces across all sides of the mountain where he would surely be attacked. Thus, while the southern side was under direct siege and the eastern and western flanks were the site of ambush and flanking actions, the rear was silent. That was not to say it was unguarded.

The Goblins on duty weren’t Tremborag’s finest warriors, but nor were they his most incompetent. They stayed still, rotating out regularly in their hiding places, keeping guard in case the Goblin Lord’s forces tried sneaking around back. They’d already killed two such parties at different spots and the Goblins on duty weren’t worried. It would take a dedicated push to overwhelm their trapped tunnels and it seemed like the Goblin Lord didn’t care to take more tunnels than he had. So the Goblins weren’t quite as vigilant as they should have been. Then again, it wouldn’t have mattered if they had been.

One of the tunnels located higher up the mountain was trapped with a collapsing tunnel. Unlike the other choke points or ambush sites, this trap was simple. If one of the six Goblin sentries hidden in an alcove at the back saw anything approaching, they would pull a rope and collapse several tons of rock and dirt on the intruders. The fact that six Goblins were still posted here was a sign of Garen’s watchfulness.

Currently, the sentries were taking turns guarding and napping. Four Goblins had to stay up while the other two got to sleep. It was a good system and it allowed the Goblins to remain still without getting annoyed at the wait. Aside from the occasional snore and sound of someone being kicked, they were silent.

The sentry closest to the tunnel could see the light beginning to grow outside. Dawn was coming and he was looking forwards to being relieved soon so he could eat. Of course, he might be called on to fight, but between eating and possibly dying or not eating, he was willing to take the risk. He’d been stationed here for eight hours and he was yawning when he saw something move.

Instantly, the Goblin grabbed his spear. The other Goblins looked up, alert. They peeked out of their alcove, staring for movement. They saw nothing. Only darkness, which to their eyes wasn’t that dark at all. The hungry sentry quickly relaxed as his mind identified the movement. It hadn’t been large enough to have been any kind of person. Rather, a rodent of some kind had entered the tunnel.

Sure enough, he saw something scurry across the ground. A little white mouse! It looked completely oblivious to the danger. The Goblin sentry licked his lips and lowered his spear. It wouldn’t be hard to grab the little thing and it would be a good snack, if he could eat it before his friends noticed. He edged forwards. The mouse scurried a few feet closer. The Goblin waited, tense, focused. One more foot…

The shadows behind the Goblin moved. A hand shot out and a black blade, invisible in the darkness, sliced across the Goblin’s neck. The Goblin choked. Surprised, his friends looked up. They saw a figure appear out of the shadows. They tried to scream, but the black dagger was faster.

The little white mouse scurried forwards until it came to the hiding place of the Goblins. It paused there, whiskers twitching, as it sniffed the air. Six figures lay in the small alcove. Two had died in their sleep. The other four had died almost instantly. The killer who had blended so perfectly with the shadows turned as she wiped her knife blade. She bent and made the first sound, offering her hand to the little mouse.

“Come on, Keri. Shh.”

The little mouse scurried up her sleeve. The Human woman smiled as she tucked Keri into her belt pouch. Then she took two steps and vanished into the shadows. She made no sound as she moved ahead. The [Rogue] listened carefully as she approached a point where her tunnel opened up into a larger one. She froze a few feet from a torch lit ahead of her and reached for Keri’s belt pouch again.

“It’s us, Minerva.”

Someone spoke ahead of her. Minerva froze, and then stepped into the light. She spotted nine other figures, most dressed in black, some in dark green or grey. She nodded at the man who’d spoken. He was holding a shortbow and crouching over a pair of dead Hobs. Each had an arrow through the eye.

“You’re late.”

His voice was low and reproving. Minerva shrugged.

“I cleared my tunnel.”

“With your pet mouse again? Too slow.”

“It gets the job done. Anyone run into difficulties?”

“None. They had a patrol and I think the two Hobs were about to check on things, but we heard them coming.”

The man nodded to the downed Hobs. Minerva nodded. She glanced around. One of the other figures was kneeling and fumbling with what looked like glowing chalk and a glowing blue mana stone. His grumbling was quiet, no more than a gnat’s buzzing. Still, all of the shadowy infiltrators heard him perfectly.

“Fecking rune inscriptions. Why can’t those idiotic [Mages] figure out a better way to draw this? Using a piece of parchment? Do they know how hard it is to draw on broken ground with chalk that breaks with every second—ah. Got it.”

He straightened and nodded at the others. Minerva saw him place the mana stone in the center of the diagram. To her eyes it looked like a circle with far too many wavy lines moving slowly towards the center in a dizzying pattern. But as the mana stone was placed she saw her leader, Jackal, lower his shortbow and pull a scroll out. He had a quill ready and wrote on the parchment. A short message, barely more than a word. Then he rolled the scroll up and tapped it twice on his palm. It glowed brightly, and then vanished.

“Sloppy. Mages have no idea how much that light travels.”

The grumbler had an opinion on the magic scroll too. Minerva agreed, but she kept her mouth shut as she stood in place. She didn’t have to wait long. The circle on the ground began to glow brightly and the mana stone shone with pure blue light. The nine others stood back and shielded their eyes, preserving their night vision. Minerva heard a low pop and then voices.

“Ah. Here we are. Someone send a [Message] spell back to the others and let them know we’ve arrived safely, would you?”

A half-Elf with bright silver eyes and a few grey hairs looked around. He didn’t appear as old as some of his companions—one was a woman with a classic witch’s hat who looked positively ancient—but he gave Minerva the same impression as her grandfather had. He was carrying a wand whose tip was set with a fiery gem carved to match the wood. His robes shimmered with an odd, pulsating pattern. He, like his companions, practically shone in the darkness.

Mages. They looked to Jackal. The [Ranger] grimaced.

“Can you cancel all those light spells? This is a stealth mission for the moment!”

“We’ll stay well behind you. But some of us need light to see.”

“Fine. Then we’ll take the attack group north. We’ve scouted ahead a small ways. We’ll launch the attack in seven minutes as planned. We’re on time.”

Jackal had a map. As the others crowded around he went over it. Minerva had already memorized it, but she looked anyways. The map was old, positively decrepit, but it was a good guide of what Dwarfhalls Rest had looked like in ages past.

“Remember your orders. Keep an eye out for Goblins in black armor and do not engage if possible. Defend yourselves if need be, but our goal is to cause havoc and retreat at the first sign of danger.”

The old [Witch] made a laughing, snorting sound.

“You don’t have to tell us that, boy. We’re not getting paid enough to die here.”

“Then keep an eye out for this Great Chieftain or his lieutenants. As soon we finish securing the area we’ll move in our warriors. So ward spells first. We’ll detrap if you hold here.”


One of the [Mages] was already looking towards the tunnel and muttering a spell. Jackal looked towards Minerva.

“While we do that, we’re sending another group on a scouting mission.”

The old half-Elf raised his eyebrows.

“No one spoke to me about that.”

“This isn’t part of our job. Five of us are going to look for prisoners. There’s a team that vanished here on reconnaissance a week ago. Keening Hunt.”

One of the [Mages] nodded.

“I’ve heard of them. You think they’re alive?”

Jackal didn’t immediately reply.

“If they are, we’ll find them.”

“If they are alive, they might not want to be.”

The old [Witch] tilted her pointed hat. Jackal looked at her.

“I have a pass that grants me a personal audience with the Healer of Tenbault. If they’re alive, they’ll be made whole.”

“Ah. Well, best of luck. We’ll hold things here.”

The [Witch] grinned, showing a few missing teeth. Jackal stood. Minerva and four others followed Jackal into the shadows as the [Mages] began casting ward spells, arguing quietly. The other four infiltrators slipped backwards, removing the traps they’d found on their way in. The [Mages] waited patiently in their now secure entryway, until they heard fast footsteps and the jingle of metal on metal. The [Witch] grinned and raised a gnarled staff.

“Alright. Enough waiting. We’re on a time limit, aren’t we? Let’s cause some trouble, children.”

She strode down the tunnel as the first of the Gold-rank [Warriors] and less stealthy classes raced into the tunnel. The [Witch] walked down the corridor until she saw a patrol of Goblins heading her way, to check on the defenders here. They stared as she grinned and raised her staff.

“[Grand Fireball]!”

The explosion filled the tunnel with a roar of heat and flame. The Goblins vanished. The [Witch] cackled and the half-Elf with silver eyes sighed. Then he strode past her, wand raised. The adventurers behind him advanced as the alarm spread throughout the mountain.




“Humans? Why are they here?”

Reiss stared at Snapjaw as he stood over the rough map of Tremborag’s fortress. The Hobgoblin female shook her head.

“Dunno, Lord. But Humans are here! Throwing big spells!”

The Goblin Lord growled. Of all the times! He glanced at Osthia. The Drake was listening intently.

“How many?”

“Small number. Less than…thirty. All here. This here.”

Snapjaw struggled with the common tongue as she pointed to a spot far north of the fighting between Reiss and Tremborag’s forces. Reiss stared grimly at the spot.


The answering silence was all he needed to hear. Reiss stared at the occupied spot.

“How many dead Goblins?”

“Us? Few. Tremborag? Lots!”

Surprised, Reiss looked up. Snapjaw grinned.

“Adventurers aiming at his Goblins! Not many ours go there. Now big trouble for others!”

That was true. As Reiss studied the map he saw exactly how advantageous the spot was for his forces. They didn’t have to go near the Humans and Tremborag had another front to fight on. Still, the presence of so many Gold-rank adventurers made him uneasy. And the next report that came in from a breathless [Scout] made him warier still.

“Humans marching! Thousands! Thousands of thousands!”




Tremborag roared, throwing his scout across the banquet hall. Garen saw the little Goblin crash into a table and go still. The Great Chieftain of the Mountain didn’t care. He turned, roaring.

“An army? Now of all times?”

The news that came to both the Goblin Lord and Tremborag’s forces was like a physical blow. An army of Humans had been spotted marching towards the mountain. Fast.

“Many Humans coming this way. On horses! Many on foot behind. Moving fast!

One of Garen’s remaining Redfang Warriors explained the situation, watching Tremborag warily. Garen peered at the map, growling as his warrior traced a huge wave of Humans coming south. Tremborag growled as well.

“Humans! Mounted on horses? And on foot?”

“Rushing. They must be using Skills to move their army here, Great Chieftain. They’ve left their slower forces behind. They’ll be here by nightfall.”

Ulvama’s voice was soft. Sultry. She stood by Tremborag, stroking his arm, trying to soothe him. But Tremborag was enraged. He turned towards Ulvama and she stepped back quickly.

“An army. Coming for the Goblin Lord at last? Or I? They already crawl into my mountain!”

“Gold-rank teams. Good ones.”

Garen had already heard the reports. [Mages], blasting any Goblins who approached down the tunnels, [Warriors] and [Rogues] pushing down other ones. He gritted his teeth, trying to figure out how to take down so many. If his tribe had been here—!

“We are surrounded, Great Chieftain.”

Ulvama tried not to look worried, but she and the other Goblins were clearly uneasy. Tremborag glared at her. Then, surprisingly, he laughed.

“Is my Chief [Shaman] afraid? Do you fear Humans more than the Goblin Lord, Ulvama?”

She didn’t immediately reply. Tremborag bent, staring at her with a giant grin.

“We are surrounded. But it is not just we. The Goblin Lord sees the Humans coming. And they come for him as well as I. But he is in the open. And I have my mountain!”

He turned to Garen. And now Tremborag’s eyes narrowed with calculation.

“We hold the mountain. If the Humans come, the Goblin Lord must fight or run. Is that not so, Redfang?”

Garen nodded. He was trying to imagine what Rags would say in this situation. Lacking her insight, he had to go with his gut, and he knew what Tremborag was thinking.

“Goblin Lord fights now and takes mountain. Or gives up and runs.”

“And the Humans have to choose between trying to besiege this mountain or chasing him. And then we will be fighting Humans in my domain. Easier than Goblins, perhaps.”

Tremborag grinned. Garen nodded too, but he was less certain. He stared at the map. Humans. Coming now. It made sense in one way—they had both Goblin sides occupied. But he felt uneasy, and not just because of the sudden attack. He felt like something else was coming, like a dagger in the night. He turned. Tremborag looked at him.

“Where are you going?”

Garen turned his head back as he drew his sword.

“Getting ready. You should too. Goblin Lord not running yet.”

“No. He will come here first.”

Tremborag smiled once more. He bared all his teeth and raised his voice.

“He will come into the mountain, rather than flee. So come, tribe! We go hunting for the Goblin Lord’s head.”

He roared and his Goblins roared with him. They streamed into the mountain as the waves of black Goblins began pouring in from every tunnel. And among them strode a Goblin with black eyes, surrounded by the undead and Hobs. He pointed and shot death from his fingertips. Tremborag roared as he tore into the Goblin Lord’s soldiers and Garen and his warriors entered the battle. Now they were on a time limit. At the same time, the Human adventurers who’d occupied the northern tunnels stopped advancing and fortified their position. They were waiting.




Day 105


I have never seen lightning. But I have heard thunder. To me it is terrifying. A sound that comes during rain. Only, there is no flash of light to alert me. No hint. Just the boom of sound, sometimes terrifyingly close. I’ve often wondered what lightning must look like. A…fork of electricity hitting the ground? From the sky? I used to wonder.

Now I think I understand. Lightning is a flash of light. Something searing. A bolt of electricity from the heavens, extremely hot, striking out of nowhere. I feel one shoot through my body now, a bolt of pure energy. And the thunder is my racing heartbeat.

It’s too late to stop anything. Too late for anything but regrets. All the pieces are in motion. My army is clashing with the Goblins somewhere out of my range of—vision. I can still sense the two trebuchets, sense Tessia and her team rushing to reload the slings, wind back the arm. But what they are firing at, how the battle is going, I have no idea. All I can focus on is the small band rushing ever closer to my position.

“He warned me of this. I suppose I grew overconfident. Until I came here I didn’t know what seeing was like. So I forgot to watch my back. But I was warned. I wonder how he knew so much.”

“Your Majesty?”

I hear a nervous voice. I am sitting in my throne room, and my advisors are gathered around me. Two out of four, rather. Beniar and Wiskeria are fighting. Prost and Rie stand with me, as does Gamel. It is deathly silent here. They’re all watching me. But I have nothing to tell them about the battle. I’m thinking about treachery.

I was warned. I should have been more vigilant. Odveig, or rather, Sacra was one thing. But I was told by a…friend that spies would be the least of my trials. And they were right.

Someone knocked out Nesor. Someone sent a [Message] from Riverfarm ordering Wiskeria to attack. Or perhaps they didn’t need to be in Riverfarm? Only now do I realize how easy it is to fake a [Message] spell.

I should have established a password. I should have watched the nobles, put a guard on Nesor. But again, it is far too late for regrets. All my focus is turned towards Sir Kerrig, riding towards me.

Too late for peace? Perhaps. But I want to know what he has to say. As I focus on him another part of the landscape vanishes into oblivion. My vision of my lands is breaking, piece by piece. And only now do I see the pattern.


“What is? Emperor Laken?”

I don’t reply to Lady Rie. She sounds anxious. Prost and Gamel just watch me. Slowly, I stand. Thunder becomes my heartbeat.

“Sir Kerrig will reach the village in minutes. Prost, Gamel, Rie, with me. We have time so we might as well put on a show.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

The two men fall in behind me as I stride from the throne. Lady Rie hesitates only a moment before following.

“Ah, your Majesty. How fortunate we could meet.”

A voice greets me the instant I leave the meeting hall. I turn my head, but I already know who stands there. Lady Bevia. I do not smile towards her as I’ve done before. She’s gathered the other nobles with her. And their retainers. She can sense it too. Or perhaps she knows something I don’t?

“Lady Bevia. Join me if you wish.”

I stride past her. Towards the eastern side of the village. I walk past rows of houses, many unfinished. But if I compare it to what Riverfarm looked like a month ago—we’ve done so much. I can tell my people are watching me, some following. They fear. I haven’t been a good leader of late. Making strategic decisions, managing my lands, all that is part of it. But the other part is being an [Emperor]. So I walk with my back held high.

Somewhere overhead, Frostwing is circling. Bismarck snuffles in the forest, hunting for snacks. I call them as I walk towards the gates. And now I hear hoof beats.

Close. I stop and wait, sensing a group of six riding towards me. The horses are lathered with sweat—they’ve changed them twice. One of the horses has lost a shoe. The riders look tired from the frantic ride. But here they are. I sense a man dressed in worn clothing in front.

Sir Kerrig. Perhaps he’s a handsome man. Perhaps he’s everything a [Knight] should be. Wiskeria seemed to think he was genuine. But in my mind he is just a man. Well-built, clearly muscled, but lacking anything else about him. He has no armor. He has a sword, borrowed from one of the soldiers. And as he draws his horse up and dismounts, I can sense him looking at me.

Behind me the villagers watch as Sir Kerrig hesitantly approaches. He glances past me at the waiting nobility, at Lady Rie and Mister Prost, at Gamel hovering warily at my side. What he thinks I can’t fathom. Slowly, Sir Kerrig bows deeply to me.

“Your Majesty. I beg forgiveness for my rude appearance and the unseemly nature of my request. I am Sir Kerrig Louis, a [Knight] sworn to the service of Lady Bethal Walchaís. I humbly beg a private audience—”

“You are too late.”

My voice is loud in my ears. Sir Kerrig breaks off, confused.

“Your Majesty?”

“You are too late, Sir Kerrig. A battle has begun between my army and the Goblins.”

A murmur sweeps through the people behind me. Anxious. Many did not know. I sense Sir Kerrig pale.

“But I was assured by your General—Emperor Laken, I beg you to reconsider! If there is a chance yet—”

“Be silent.”

The man shuts up. I stare towards the east more for the look for the thing than anything else. Now how would you say this? Old English?

“I am wroth with you, Sir Kerrig. Not just you. I have spies and saboteurs in my empire, it seems. Those who plot against me. Though I do not know what I have done to wrong them. They will be found and hunted. As for you—I am furious towards you, Sir Kerrig.”

I hear him gulp. He’s wise enough not to open his mouth, though. I wait a beat. Yes. I’m sure.

“Goblins. Peace. None of that bothers me. I wanted to listen to you. I held back because I wished to know what you had to say. But I should not have listened.”


Now. I turn my head towards Sir Kerrig and open my eyes. I don’t know what he sees. I’m told my eyes are different than…normal. A blind man’s eyes stare at him until I cannot help but blink. So I close my eyes.

“Tell me you did not conspire with the Goblins, Sir Kerrig. Swear to me here, on your honor as a [Knight].”

“Your Majesty! I would never do such a thing! I came here to broker peace, but treachery would go against everything I believe in!”

Sir Kerrig’s voice is genuine. I nod.

“I believe you. But that does not change the fact—”

I break off and turn my head east again. At first I thought it was just more sabotage. It was hard to spot a pattern. But the closer he got, the closer Sir Kerrig came, the more obvious it was. A marker falling here. A group of Goblins racing to hack another down. Another blank spot in my mind.

It’s like a spider web of oblivion around the Goblins. But the pattern changes towards Riveffarm. I sense a…path. Heading towards me. And another marker falls ten miles north. I know.

“Your Majesty?”

I turn my head back to Sir Kerrig. I smile at him, wearily. Thunder.

“You were followed, Sir Kerrig. The Goblins followed you here.”

I hear a sharp gasp from behind me. A scream. Someone faints. A noble. In the silence, before shock can become anything else, I turn.

“Mister Prost? Lady Rie? Raise the alarm. I want palisades built in every spot we can find. Arm every villager with weapons. The Goblins are coming.”

I turn and walk back into the village. Sir Kerrig stares at my back as people begin running. I ignore it all. In the distance I can sense the battle raging. And I pray, though there are no gods in this world.

“Don’t die, Durene. Be safe.”




Tyrion saw the [Message] flash into the scroll at his side. The [Lord] didn’t bother to stop riding—he transferred the reins to one hand and rode as his horse surged beneath him. The landscape blurred as he and his escort rode across the ground impossibly fast. Tyrion’s brow creased as he read the message once, and then twice. Then he tossed it over his shoulder.

A hand caught it. The man riding behind Tyrion inspected the scroll and Tyrion Veltras turned his head.

“We are moving too slowly. Advance to a gallop! Anyone unable to keep up will be left behind. Now. [Wildwind Ride]!”

The man behind him raised his fist.

“[Quick Gallop]!”

The lines of riders behind the two sped up as if pushed from behind. The riders sped down the road, hurrying onwards. They had to be on time. Tyrion pushed ahead, demanding more speed from his warhorse. They could not afford to make a mistake. Not now.




Pyrite stood on the walls as the Humans marched towards him. The flurry of movement, the rush to prepare slowed before his eyes into a steady march. He nodded. That was basic. Running all the way towards the city would tire soldiers needlessly. Even a hundred foot dash mattered when a life-or-death fight stood at the end of it.

The way the army moved, the unsubtle way in which the infantry advanced with archers behind and the cavalry forming two wings on either wide, all of it told Pyrite that the army and leader was new. Raw. Inexperienced. For all that they were deadly. He remembered them attacking again and again. Dangerous. He didn’t underestimate Humans.

Around him, Pyrite could hear war horns bellowing. Goblins rushed to the walls with crossbows while more formed into their units of pikes or infantry. All without him needing to bellow orders. That was a testament to Rags’ skill. Pyrite slowly lifted his battleaxe and walked down the broken steps, taking care not to trip on rubble and break something. That would be…silly.

His nerves were humming, but Pyrite’s chest was surprisingly cold. The Humans roared as they advanced, beating drums, shouting a name.

La-ken! La-ken!

Pyrite could hear them screaming other words.

“The Unseen Emperor!”


“Death to the Goblin scum!”

That last one was funny. It was hard to get a group to shout that. Pyrite shook his head. A good chant should be simple. Easy to grasp and repeat. Cadence mattered.

Cadence. What a nice word. It sounded to Pyrite like the measured gait of a horse. He stared blankly up at the blue sky for a moment as he paused before the gates. He could tell that hundreds, thousands of Goblins were looking at him. They were expecting his leadership. The problem was…Pyrite wasn’t angry.

Not at the moment. He just felt tired. Tired, upset—but not angry. And he needed to be. Pyrite understood what the Humans would do if they entered the city. So he dragged his gaze away from the sky and focused.


The Goblins at the gates straightened. They were ready to fend off waves of Humans. Pyrite looked around. Poisonbite and Quietstab were running towards him. They would do.

“Quietstab. Walls. You shoot Humans. Aim for archers. Poisonbite, sides. Keep Humans from entering city.”

Quietstab nodded. Poisonbite took one look around in disbelief.

“City has big holes in walls! By myself?”

Pyrite nodded absently. Poisonbite opened her mouth to shout and he looked at her. Something must have been on his face, because she waited for him to speak.

“You guard holes. Take some pikes. Your raiders. Guard. We go out.”


The Goblin stared at Pyrite. He nodded. He raised his voice.

“Pikes! Outside city! Hobs! Follow! Redfangs! Here!

The Goblins didn’t hesitate. They were trained and more importantly, they respected him. They rushed out of the city, shouting, as Hobs followed them. Pyrite saw a group of Goblins with red stripes on their cheeks and arms approach.


One of them, a female Redfang, glanced up at him warily. Pyrite nodded.

“Special job. You follow. Rest go fight.”

They listened and then ran past Pyrite as he strode past the gates. The Goblins were all clustered in front of the city. The Human army had slowed its advance, clearly surprised. Pyrite was not. He pointed and shouted.

Big walls are back-shield! Move there!

The Goblins understood. Instantly, they backed up, until their backs were to the walls of the shattered city. Pyrite nodded. Yes, this made sense. Defending a city with big holes in its walls was hard. Especially since a lot of the weapons the Goblins used would be cumbersome on the battlements. The Humans had reach and the numbers to flood the gaps. But fighting with their backs to the walls would prevent the Goblins from being surrounded. And the Goblins with crossbows now had a massive height advantage over the Humans with bows.

The Humans were coming. Pyrite stared at the rows of pikes. The Humans had nothing like them. Long, twenty plus staves of wood, sharpened to a point and capped with metal tips. Oh, the Humans had spears and shorter pikes of their own, but Rags had drilled her Goblins to use these extreme versions in combat.

They hadn’t done much good against the Humans before. The nighttime raids, the way the Humans had picked apart his defenses—all of that had driven Pyrite to despair. But as Rags had pointed out, that wasn’t how the pikes were meant to be used. And back then his tribe had been suffering from the poison gas. Most hadn’t been able to breathe.

They could breathe now. Pyrite strode towards the front of the army. He passed by rows of Goblins. They looked at him. Some waved. Pyrite nodded to them, grunting. He wished he had something to chew. But he’d choke on that.


There was a line of a hundred Hobs waiting just behind the front row of pike Goblins. They turned as Pyrite walked past them. They were all veterans of battle. They all came from different tribes. They grinned as Pyrite passed. A Hobgoblin with feathers behind both ears sharpened her iron axe. Another, gaunt and thin, squatted with two spears in hand. He stood as Pyrite passed and spoke a word.


He was from Pyrite’s tribe. Another Goblin with a crude piercing in her ear grinned at him. She had brighter red eyes than most. Yet another Hob reached out and Pyrite touched fists gently. The Hob grinned, exposing a missing gap in his teeth.

Friends. Pyrite knew some by name. Others had no names but he knew their face, the way they ate. Pyrite strode to the head of the unit of Hobs and stared at the Human army. Closer now. They were slowing and he could hear someone shouting orders, trying to time their charge.

Now would be the time. Pyrite looked up at the sky, and then around. A sea of green faces and red eyes stared at him. There was fear there. Trust too. Pyrite knew this was the moment. But he was still not angry. Not yet. So he looked up and searched the lines of Humans until—

Ah. There. He saw a familiar Human among the rest. One of the riders were covered in steel armor. So was his warhorse. He was gesturing excitedly. Pyrite remembered him riding through the camp, cutting down Goblins, shouting at his soldiers to slaughter them in the dark. The Chieftain felt something jump in his chest.

Then he saw the Human woman in the pointed hat. He remembered her too. He remembered poison, a dark cloud stealing over the camp. He remembered the sound of Goblins choking, the burning in the air. He remembered the dead. He remembered a grieving child.

That was enough. Pyrite lifted his battleaxe. It didn’t feel so heavy now. He let the feeling build in his chest. Helplessness. Fury. Anger. Grief. He had told Sir Kerrig, told Welca Caveis that his tribe didn’t fight Humans. But that wasn’t true. Mostly they’d run. But sometimes you fought. Sometimes it was fight or die. Sometimes it mattered. Pyrite took a deep breath and roared.

There was no word. The sound froze the Humans. It tore through the air, a bellow, a blast of sound louder than the drums, the thump of a trebuchet firing. It was the sound of rage. Pyrite roared again and saw the Humans flinch. He pointed his battleaxe. His voice was raw as he bellowed.


The Goblins did. The stunned Humans were over a hundred feet away. It was bad to run so far. But it was worse to stand and watch something coming at you. The nerve of the front row broke. They charged, ignoring their officer’s calls to wait for the signal.

Pyrite was not in the first wave. He heard the Goblins screaming, a high-pitched sound mixed with the roars of the Hobs. He saw the pikes reach the Human lines, saw the Humans trying to slow, raise shields. Too late. The front row of pike Goblins speared the Humans and then the second wave ran past the pikes and attacked the survivors.

“Dead gods!”

The scream came from Human lines. The pike charge was deadly. Across the battlefield the front rank of the Human army collided with the Goblins and disappeared. Then the second wave of Goblins rolled in, fighting with the thrusting pikes.


Pyrite roared as he charged forwards. The Goblins in front of him heard the sound and moved, some dropping their pikes to get out of the way. The Human soldiers rushed into the gap, and then saw Pyrite leading a hundred of the biggest Hobs straight at them.

Most Humans had not seen a Hob before. They laughed at the idea of a Goblin as big as they were. They screamed as Pyrite charged. The Hob lifted his battleaxe and swung it at the first Humans holding a tower shield. He felt the enchanted axe slice through the wooden shield and felt resistance. He bellowed as he swung through and saw the Human go flying in two pieces.


The battleaxe wasn’t like his old axe. When Pyrite swung it, he had to put every inch of force he possessed into the swing. No one could stand around him. With each swing, Pyrite cut down Humans, the enchanted axe burning through flesh, setting Humans ablaze. He struck the earth and watched flames burst from the axe head, scaring the Humans.

Forwards. Behind and around Pyrite the Hobs charged the Humans overwhelming them. The Hob with feathers behind her ears grabbed a shield and pulled it aside before cleaving a skull in. The Hob with two spears charged, throwing one before impaling someone else on the second. The lines of Humans wavered as Pyrite led his group forwards.

But that was one spot on the battle. Pyrite stopped after advancing fifteen paces and stared around. Where was—

There. The Human in armor was circling. He hadn’t been part of the clash of infantry. His cavalry were aiming for the Goblin’s weak spot. And he had found it! An unguarded right flank. The pike Goblins were pressing forwards, forgetting to watch their right in their excitement. And in the Humans came. They charged forwards, whooping, holding their shields up as the Goblins on the walls pelted them with arrows, trying to slow them. Too late. They hit the Goblins from the side.




“We’ve got them! Those damn pikes don’t mean a thing if they aren’t pointed our way! Hit them and cut in!”

Beniar shouted as he charged into the group of Goblins. He looked down at the first Goblin and was rewarded with a green face staring up at him in horror. His blade slashed down—

And the Goblin blocked it. Beniar felt his blade bounce off a buckler. As the momentum carried him forwards, Beniar half-turned his head to stare back. He saw the Goblin stagger with the blow, and then turn. And grin. And then Beniar has to twist in his saddle or be impaled on an enchanted spear aimed for his belly.

“What the—”

The charge of his cavalry had stopped. The Goblins were fighting back! Some had been killed in the first charge, but the rest were dodging and parrying and blocking strikes from above and cutting back with skill. Beniar felt his stomach lurch. These weren’t ordinary Goblins! And then he saw the red stripes painted on the Goblin with the spear that was trying to unhorse him.

Redfang Goblins. They abandoned their pikes and disguises and drew their weapons. Beniar’s cavalry found themselves surrounded by veterans. They shouted in panic, trying to wheel, but the Redfang Warriors darted past them, hamstringing horses and swarming the individual riders.

Fall back! Retreat!”

The [Captain] howled the words and tried to turn. But the Redfangs refused to let his force go, and then Beniar saw another group headed towards them. Not Humans. Goblins mounted on Carn Wolves. Beniar fought desperately to break free, slashing a Redfang Warrior across the head and cutting down another. He and his [Riders] raced away as the Carn Wolves chased them. They had to pull back towards the safety of their army, which meant that the mounted Redfangs were free to attack with no one to chase them.




Pyrite heard a howl as the Redfangs mounted on Carn Wolves rode past him. They charged into the Humans’ flank from the right. Pyrite pointed and bellowed.


Instantly he and his Hobs charged towards the same spot. The Humans were crushed between both forces and broke, screaming. Pyrite pointed and the Redfang [Raid Leader] nodded. She whistled and her warriors broke away. They rode back to another spot on the battlefield where the Goblins were struggling to fight the Humans.

Across the battlefield, Pyrite could sense the Human [General] struggling to keep up. He bared his teeth, feeling the blood on his chest and arms cooling. It wasn’t so easy, was it? Not in a fair fight. An ambush was one thing, but this? This was strategy! This was tactics! And his tribe was better than the Humans. He turned, ready to slash across the Humans now their right flank was gone. That was when he saw her.

Among the Humans there was little variation in height. They were tall and they were short, but compared to the Goblins and Hobs they were uniform. Except for one. A tall, grey-skinned…warrior was fighting on the left flank. And she was the tallest person Pyrite had seen save for Tremborag himself.

Her skin was grey, like stone. It had cracks in it, as if her body were still part earth. But though her shoulders were broad and she wore thick leather armor, she was clearly female. A crude metal helmet guarded her face and she carried a massive wooden club and a shield that looked like it had been a door once. Even Goblins would agree that her equipment looked patchwork. But when she swung her club—

Pyrite saw a Hob try to guard against the swing. He saw the Hob raise a round shield, saw the club smash into the shield, deform the metal, crush the Hob’s head. The next swing battered the dead Hob aside as if he were a leaf. The warrior with the club turned and swung at a series of pikes rushing towards her. The blow shattered the thick wood and tore the pikes from the Goblin’s hands. The second swing scattered Goblins, breaking their line.

Humans rushed past the grey-skinned female as she took a breath. She raised her shield and blocked a flurry of crossbow bolts aimed at her. One passed by her shield and struck her in the shoulder. She staggered, but the bolt fell from her shoulder. It hadn’t managed to puncture her skin.

Pyrite stared. What was that strange warrior? She was no Human. He tried to fit her appearance, but it was only after he heard her bellow and swing again that the image clicked in his head.

Troll. Or rather, half-Troll. She was too small to be a true Troll. But half-Troll or not, she was single-handedly pushing his tribe back! Pyrite saw her swing and kill a group of five Goblins charging her. His eyes narrowed. Pyrite pointed.


His Hobs turned. They stormed after Pyrite as he charged across the battlefield towards the half-Troll. She turned as he approached and a warning went up.

“The Chieftain’s coming! Durene, get back!”

She refused to run. Durene, if that was her name, spread her arms and raised her bloody club and shield. Pyrite roared as he charged towards her. They met in a clash as he swung his battleaxe and she swung her club.

His swing was too slow. Pyrite realized it halfway and changed his grip. He lifted his battleaxe instead to catch the club as it came down towards his head. He caught the blow on the steel haft of the battleaxe. He was ready for a crushing blow. He braced and then—

Something struck Pyrite from above. He heard a crack as his arms gave way, and then the force of the blow knocked him off his feet. He hit the ground harder than he could remember in years. Pyrite blinked upwards, dazed. His arm felt—bad. Then he saw the club rising and heard the cheers. Pyrite watched it go up and then fall down. Then he remembered he should dodge.

He rolled and heard another thud. The impact alone made his bones vibrate! Pyrite got up, reached for his battleaxe, and realized it was on the ground. He reached for it and saw a wall of wood coming at him.

Durene charged Pyrite with her shield up. Instinctively Pyrite grabbed it to push her back, but she slammed the shield into his face! Again, Pyrite felt his head go white. He reached up and grabbed the arm as Durene raised her club to strike him. He saw her arm tense—


With one twist, Durene flung Pyrite backwards. He crashed into two Hobs who cried out from pain as he landed. Pyrite felt them push at him and got up slowly. He stared at Durene as the Humans around her cheered.

Strong. Far, far too strong. Pyrite had seen Trolls fight. He’d fought a Troll once. Durene wasn’t as strong as a troll. She was stronger. Somehow.

How? Pyrite’s mind raced as he saw Durene adjust her grip and come charging towards him. His mind worked frantically even as his body ran forwards. It had to be a Skill. A strength Skill. Imagine a Troll with [Lesser Strength] or—

Another swing from the club. This one came from the side, right at stomach-level. Pyrite dropped and rolled under it. He heard a grunt of surprise—Durene must not have thought he could move that fast. On the ground, Pyrite stared up. She was turning, arm raised for another killing blow.

Confidence in her eyes. She knew she was strong. She must not have ever met anyone stronger. And she wouldn’t on this battlefield. Pyrite knew he was too weak. He didn’t have his battleaxe. Still. He stared as the club began to fall and stood. As he did he grabbed the half-Troll girl’s inner knee and pulled up.

It wasn’t easy. Durene was as big as Pyrite and heavy. She was braced and poised well. Another Skill? But Pyrite was strong and he had her leg. He just had to pull up and then Durene was standing on one leg. Her club struck his shoulder hard and Pyrite groaned as he felt another crack, but she had bad posture. Durene waved her arms and cursed and Pyrite pulled her leg up a tiny bit more.

Down she went. Durene felt as the Humans and Hobs fell around her. She lost her grip on her shield, dropped her club to break her fall. She surged up as Pyrite stood and checked himself. He nodded as Durene grabbed her club. Then he kicked her in the face.

She didn’t expect that. Pyrite was fat, but his legs were strong and he was good at balancing. Durene staggered back, tried to stand, and tripped as Pyrite stepped on her foot. She shouted something, fell on her back, and then Pyrite stomped on her stomach. He put all of his body into the blow and felt her spasm. Durene curled up into a ball and puked. Pyrite wandered away.

Strong. Very strong. And tough. She nearly killed him. But she wasn’t experienced. Pyrite thought about trying to keep her on the ground but he’d cut his foot open kicking her in the helmet and he was worried she could tear his leg off if she caught it. So he went for his battleaxe. It was lying in the mud, the head burning. A Human tried to stop him and Pyrite casually punched him. When he lifted the battleaxe Durene was on her feet. And she was angry.

She’d grabbed her shield. With her club in hand she roared at Pyrite. There was no words, just rage. Pyrite nodded. He waited. This time he waited until she was swinging. Durene came at him with another vertical smash. Pyrite planted his battleaxe in the ground, aimed the head, and ducked.

The club crashed into the head of the enchanted battleaxe. The blow drove the butt and haft of the battleaxe into the earth, but the weapon didn’t break. It was magical. And the head bit into the club and set the bloody wood aflame. As Durene jerked it back with a shout of surprise and horror, the weakened club broke in her hands. She stared at the handle in horror and saw Pyrite raise his battleaxe. She lifted her shield and he swung.


The scream that Pyrite heard came from two places. The half-Troll girl staggered backwards, a hand over her chest. Red blood and smoke dripped from the place where he had cut her. She stared at Pyrite. He raised his axe for another blow and saw the armored rider charging him.

“Face me, Goblin!

Beniar howled as he charged Pyrite. The Hob shifted his stance and swung. Beniar swore as he turned his horse too late. Pyrite cut down the horse and would have killed Beniar if it weren’t for the last-minute change. Beniar fell to the ground but was up in a moment. He faced off against Pyrite with sword and shield in hand as Humans rushed to pull Durene back, screaming for healing potions. Pyrite saw the Human shift. He was wearing good armor. Pyrite saw his hand lower, and then Beniar stabbed towards Pyrite’s chest.

The Hob caught the sword in his hand. Beniar jerked, and stared as the blade pierced Pyrite’s hand but failed to enter his chest. The Hob lifted his battleaxe with his other hand and swung. Beniar raised his shield. The metal crumpled. His armor crumpled. His ribs broke. He collapsed and Pyrite yanked the sword from out of his hand. Pain made his head swim, but he raised his axe again.

“[Fox Fire]!”

Bright flames burnt Pyrite’s face. He roared, trying to smother the magical flames that enveloped his face. But the conflagration didn’t go out. Pyrite’s hands shot towards his belt and he grabbed the little glass bottle there. He smashed it against his head and the soothing healing potion extinguished the magical fire. Howling in pain, Pyrite looked around as he felt his burnt skin healing. He saw a row of Humans in front of him, felt an arrow strike his shoulder and another land in his gut. He saw them pulling Beniar and Durene back and then saw the [Witch].

She was standing, aiming a wand at him not twenty paces away. Rows of Human [Soldiers] separated the two. She opened her mouth for another spell and Pyrite ducked. The bright flames missed his head. Pyrite saw a Human charge him and felt another lancing pain in his side. He growled and a Hob tore the Human’s sword away and slashed across his face with an axe.


Twofeather covered Pyrite as more Hobs rushed forwards. They fought with the Humans as the [Witch] cast more magic. Hobs retreated, burning and howling while the rest fought. Twofeathers urged Pyrite back. He didn’t want to go.

“Pyrite! Danger, danger! You go back!”

She pointed back a few paces, where Goblins were rushing past him. Pyrite growled, but then stepped back. Only when the bloodlust cleared from his head did he realize how close he’d come to death. It felt like the last few moments had taken hours, but in truth bare minutes had passed. He looked around.

The Humans were losing. Across the battlefield the Goblins were pushing them back. It wasn’t a victory everywhere, but the numerical superiority of the Humans had failed before the Goblin’s superior tactics and experience. The Humans couldn’t face the Hobs or the experienced Redfang Warriors. And with both their cavalry leader and Durene out of the picture they were losing hope.

Pyrite saw it all clearly from where he stood. The [Witch] or [General] or whoever she was still held the line, but she had attracted Noears’ attention. From the walls of the city Pyrite saw a flash and then a lightning bolt blasted apart a group of Humans near the [Witch]. She was forced to flee further back as Noears shot more lightning.

It wasn’t victory. Not yet. But Pyrite knew it could be taken. He just had to push further in, cut the Humans in two. Overwhelm them from all sides. He could do it. But for a moment, a brief moment, Pyrite leaned on his battleaxe. He was tired. Hurt. He could smell his blood, burnt skin, and tell he had cracked bones the healing potion had yet to mend. Pyrite stared at the battlefield, at the Humans and Goblins bleeding and dying, and looked up. Absently he thought of a poem.


Ah, how red, how red

The living and the dead

Dying here with blue sky

Far overhead.


Yet for my people living and dead,

Until my last drop is shed,

I’ll dye my hands this crimson red.


Then he came back to himself. Pyrite lifted his battleaxe and roared a word.


The Goblins heard him and cheering, rushed forwards. The Humans retreated. Pyrite strode forwards and his gaze turned west. It was a battle here. One he would win. It wasn’t one Rags had expected, but she had prepared him, prepared her tribe for it nonetheless. He hoped she would win her own battle.

“Luck, Chieftain.”

Pyrite murmured. Then he lifted his battleaxe and swung. The Humans fell back, screaming, running before him. It was probably something on his face.




As the Flooded Waters tribe fought with the Unseen Empire’s army, a separate group of Goblins raced out of the forest. They had been camped around a broken totem, a wooden marker chopped down and then burnt to charcoal. They had been hiding, moving from marker to marker while sending small groups ahead to destroy the ones ahead. But they were close enough to their destination now. They abandoned their cover and raced out of the forest.

Sixty Goblins riding Carn Wolves rode down the dirt road, shouting, urging their mounts to race faster. They abandoned silence and their wolves howled. Fear raced ahead of them. The Goblins were coming. But not to slaughter. Not yet.

Rags had made that clear. She had told Redscar that if he wouldn’t follow her orders he could stay behind. That he was riding with her now at the head of his Redfang warriors meant he was obeying…or pretending to. She glanced at him as she rode up and down in her wolf’s saddle. His face was set, his teeth bared as he raced next to her with his enchanted sword unsheathed.

No. He had been Garen’s second-in-command. He obeyed and because he was a true Goblin, he obeyed even the orders he didn’t like. It would take truly terrible orders for him to rebel as he had once done to Garen. Something that went against both pride and common sense. And this was not a mistake. This was Rags’ plan.

The village was smaller than Rags expected as she rode towards it. Not that she’d expected a village. She’d assumed the [Emperor] would live in a huge palace. Or a castle. At the very least, a city. She hadn’t believed Pyrite when he’d pointed out the village named Riverfarm as the likeliest spot where the Unseen Emperor lived. But Sir Kerrig had gone straight into the village so Rags was certain.

She had also anticipated defenses, but the most the Humans had come up with was a thin line of stakes at the entry points around the village. They must have truly been caught off-guard. Rags saw a group of Humans installing the crude palisades at another entrance to the rows of houses race into the village, calling an alarm. The rest were already gathered at the eastern gate as she slowed. A sea of Human faces stared up at Rags, most white with terror. A few looked calmer, but all were tense. Her eyes flicked from face to face. Now, which one would be the [Emperor]?


A voice shouted at Rags in fury. She looked and saw Sir Kerrig. He was breathing hard. He’d raced here on his horse. If Rags hadn’t had her [Fleet Foot] Skill that allowed her to rest her warriors while running to keep up with the Carn Wolves, they might have been just as tired.

The [Knight] was mounted and holding a plain iron sword and shield. He looked angry. Sir Kerrig pointed the tip of his sword towards Rags’ heart as Redscar surveyed the crowd and silently pointed, spacing his warriors out.

“You lied to me.”

Rags stared calmly at Sir Kerrig. She considered his words and then shrugged nonchalantly. It was a Goblin shrug. Sir Kerrig stared at her, face pale with fury.

“Did lie.”

“I trusted you to keep your word. I trusted your honor!”

The small Goblin grinned at Sir Kerrig. She bared her teeth.

“And this is how much I trust Humans.”

With that she turned and ignored Sir Kerrig completely. Which one? She looked for those without as much fear to begin with. She spotted a woman in a [Maid]’s dress staring at her in the crowd. No. She saw an old [Lady] standing at the head of a group of rich nobles. Rags eyed them, but all the male nobles looked ready to pee. No.

Then Rags spotted an odd group. A woman in a rich dress, an older man who looked like a [Farmer]. A young man with a hand protectively over his sword and…Rags felt a jolt. It was him.

It was easy in hindsight. Out of the entire crowd, only the [Emperor] wasn’t looking at her. His head was turned east and his eyes were closed. The Unseen Emperor slowly turned his head and Rags felt a prickling chill run down her skin. He wasn’t looking directly at her. His eyes were closed. But she knew he was looking nonetheless. This was the feeling she’d felt the entire time she was in his lands. The feeling of being watched.

The Humans stared at Rags as Redscar tilted his head and nodded. His Carn Wolves were surrounding the entrance to the village. There were wooden spikes set into the ground and a lot of the villagers were armed, but few had armor. These weren’t soldiers. If Rags ordered the attack it would be a slaughter. The Goblin Chieftain assessed the crowd, eyed Sir Kerrig and nodded to him. Redscar positioned five of his warriors to face off against the [Knight].

Good. All was set. Rags reached for the crossbow at her back. When she drew it, all the Humans tensed. She saw the Human with the sword move in front of the [Emperor]. Rags casually pointed her black crossbow with two hands towards the Unseen Emperor, her elusive foe. She grinned in the silence.

“Time for peace talk?”




The first time I hear her voice is a shock. At first I can’t believe that this is the Goblin Chieftain. I recognize her of course. Dimly. I have sensed all the Goblins who came onto my land. But while I noticed the fat Goblin with the battleaxe, the one with the enchanted longsword and scar, and so on, I never expected this one to be the Chieftain who has done so much harm.

She’s so small. And when she speaks I know she’s also young. It’s not just her words. All the Goblins apparently sound like non-native speakers. But her voice is so…

A child. A child leading monsters. A child monster. Only—a child and a monster don’t go together. For a moment I’m frozen with shock. But I can’t process the emotions running through me. A crossbow is aimed at my chest and while I’m sure Gamel would throw himself in front of the bolt, it would probably go through him and me. So I stand and brush him aside.

“You are the Chieftain of this Goblin Tribe? The…Flooded Waters tribe?”

The small Goblin looks slightly surprised. She must be wondering how I can see her without eyes. But she nods as if blind men aren’t the strangest thing she’s seen today.

“Am. Am Rags. Chieftain.”

I hear a murmur behind me. I ignore it.

“I am Laken Godart. [Emperor] of these lands.”


How casually she says the word. The response it provokes among my people is instantaneous. Half shout in outrage. They might have done more than raise the weapons they hold, but the snarling Carn Wolves made them hold back. I raise a hand for silence.

“Some people would argue that one cannot murder Goblins. Some would say they are not people.”

It’s a calculated risk. I sense the Goblin with the scar on his face recoil, sense the way his hand tightens on the hilt of his sword and the other Goblins tense. But the small Goblin tilts her head thoughtfully.

“Can say that. I say same thing about Humans. There.”

It’s almost funny. For a sick moment I’m tempted to laugh. Then I remember myself and so I laugh anyways. The others stare at me. But they don’t matter. Not right now. In this moment it’s only this small Goblin and I. Rags? We stand alone, talking to each other.

“I thought all Goblins were monsters. You see, a raiding party attacked my empire. They killed my people. They would have killed us all.”

She shrugs.


“You have nothing to defend their actions?”

A touch of heat enters her voice.

“Why do I need defend? Humans do same to Goblins.”

I nod slowly. Gods. All the pieces are falling together. Listen to her talk! She sounds so—what have I been doing? What have I done? An angry voice shouts out behind me.

“This is absurd! Goblins are not the same as Humans!”

“Lord Tourant, be silent.

I hear the [Lord]’s voice muffle itself and ignore the scuffle behind me. Rags is tilting her head, inspecting me carefully. Without fear. She’s curious.

“Why close eyes? Bad eyes?”

“No. Blind.”

Head tilt. She squints at me. All the while the crossbow never wavers.

“How can see?”

“Skill. Special [Emperor] Skill.”


She pauses. I wait a beat but she doesn’t ask anything more. I want—if there was a way—but not now. I fear what will come, but I try anyways.

“What you said? About peace treaty? You want talk?”

She scowls. I sense that quite clearly. She points at me with one hand while she keeps the other hand steady, balancing the crossbow on her wolf’s head. It whines softly.

“No talk bad! I can talk like you. You do not talk like I do!”

“Very well. What do you want? Peace? This is hardly peaceful.”

She laughs.

“Is it not? This way is best way! Peace! I point this at you and if you don’t make peace, I shoot you.”

Outrage around me. I smile. There’s something so refreshing about that.

“If you shoot me, my people will kill you. You will not escape these lands alive.”

Rags gives me a long, blank look.

“Right. That why peace works.”

A stalemate. I slowly nod.

“So then. What is your peace, Chieftain Rags?”

She pauses. It hurts to sense how delighted she is to be called Chieftain. My chest burns with pain.

“Peace is simple. You take army away from city. I take my army away from lands. Your army not follow. I go. You let leave.”

Again, Rags’ words provoke an uproar, but not from my people. Rather, it’s the nobles and Lady Rie who react. She whispers urgently into my ears.

“Your majesty, she can’t be serious! If we let a Goblin tribe roam free your reputation—”


He pulls Lady Rie back, ignoring her outrage. I tap my chin with a finger.

“And your proof that you won’t turn back and continue raiding my lands?”

Another shrug. It seems very Goblin.

“No proof. You send army if I come back. We fight again.”

“That’s not good enough.”

She shifts on her wolf’s back testily.

“Not good enough? Goblins are stinking cowards. We run away! I make peace. Don’t have to. Could kill you now.”

She lifts the crossbow as proof of her bona fides. I sense Gamel tense again. If it comes to it…Bismarck is waiting behind one of the houses. I have close to a thousand of my subjects here. The rest are hiding with those unable to fight. The nobles have their entourage as well. Not enough. Sixty elite Goblins plus their wolves…that’s like a hundred and twenty warriors. It will be a slaughter.

“How would the peace work? I tell my soldiers to go? What will you do?”

Rags bares her teeth. They’re sharp. Small.

“You send message. Tell them to go. Then we go. We stand here one hour. Then I go.”

She wants us to stand here for an hour? It might work. It could work. I want to laugh. I want to tell her to lower the crossbow, to sit, to let me apologize and ask her—but I shake my head.

“It’s a good plan. It might have worked. But I’m sorry, Chieftain Rags. There will be no peace.”

Behind me, Lady Rie inhales sharply. I see Rags waver. For the first time she looks surprised. Uncertain.

“Why not?”

I wait before responding. When I do, my voice is steady. I can say the words now. Pain—pain has already done its work.

“You came too late, Chieftain of the Flooded Waters tribe. Our armies have already fought. Someone ordered my army to assault your tribe. The battle is lost. Your tribe won.”

A moan rises from the crowd. I feel the horror rise around me, see faces turn to me with terror mounting. Rags stares at me. The crossbow wavers.

“My tribe won?”

I nod. In my head I sense Humans fleeing, drawing back, fighting around the totem. Where is Durene?

“Is winning, rather. They’re retreating. Your tribe is chasing them.”

The Goblin with the red scar leans over to talk urgently to his Chieftain. Rags listens, half shaking her head. Is he suggesting to kill us now that they’ve won? Rags looks back at me and now her voice is very uncertain.

“Tribe won. Is good. Humans wrong to attack. Stupid. Can still…make peace.”


I smile at her. She stares at me, just like a child.

“Why not?”

“You slaughtered my people. You killed them. And Durene—I think you’ve taken too much from me, Rags. Your race started this war. I escalated it. For that I am sorry. But too many have died.”

I spread my arms. I can sense them. I can remember. Each person her Goblins slew. Each child burnt in a building, or mother killed while fleeing. Each father or son or daughter who died. It hurts. And I cannot sense Durene.

Rags lifts her crossbow.

“You fight and you die. Your people die.”

“There are thousands of my people here and sixty of you. I have soldiers too.”

“Emperor Laken, your majesty, let us not be hasty here. Surely there is something we can do to avoid conflict.”

To my greatest surprise, someone interrupts Rags’ reply. An old voice. Lady Bevia. She speaks up as the [Mage] next to her urgently whispers. She brushes him aside and treats me and Rags to a charming smile. I can feel myself growing calmer.

“Chieftain Rags, was it? Your Majesty, this young Goblin speaks sense. I would hate to see needless bloodshed—”

The [Mage]. He’s whispering to her. What does she know? Why is she trying to defuse the situation? I turn towards Lady Bevia and sense Rags spotting the same things I have. She shifts her crossbow’s aim for a second.

“No talk! Stop using Skill!”

“I am only trying to—”

“Be silent, Lady Bevia. There is no more room for negotiation. I have made up my mind.”

Around me I sense a vibration in the air. The atmosphere is taut. My people have gone deathly still. They are waiting. Rags hesitates. She lifts her weapon uneasily.

“I have crossbow. You surrender. Now!”

I laugh. There’s a bit of madness there. He was right. An [Emperor] can do many things. But some things—no.

“Surrender? Never.

We stare at each other, the small Goblin and I. Without eyes. For a second I waver. So young. If we had met another way, we might even have understood each other. But my empire bleeds. My people are dead. And when I look at her in my mind’s eye, truly look at her, I don’t think she wants peace either. There’s a monster in both of us. Waiting. So I let it out.

“Take the Goblins. Do not let them escape. Do not rest until they are all dead.”

I hear a howl. I sense Rags jerk, see the red scarred Goblin point at me, Sir Kerrig leaping into motion. I can sense her finger pulling the trigger, sense the crossbow aiming at me. I feel Gamel lunge at me, knock me down. The bolt grazes my left cheek, goes into someone behind me. I hit the ground as people rush around me. And I hear the screams.




Rags saw the first bolt miss the [Emperor]. The second wasn’t aimed at him. It took the [Mage] she’d seen straight through the neck. He dropped, nearly falling on the old [Lady] who’d spoken. Rags saw the woman stumble backwards, face grey as her warriors surged forwards. Rags pointed and threw fire into the crowd as she struggled to reload.

Where was he? There! He was moving backwards, fleeing into the village! Rags heard a terrifying roar and turned her head to see a giant green bear charging out of the village towards her warriors. Three Redfang Warriors turned to ride at it. The rest were fighting the crowd. Five were dueling Sir Kerrig!


She howled the name as she struggled to reload her crossbow. The Humans were shielding the [Emperor]. She’d never get a clear shot! Redscar looked at her, his sword bathed in blood. Rags pointed.


The [Emperor] turned his head as Redscar charged. The current leader of the Redfangs rode a Carn Wolf larger than all but Garen Redfang. He had raised the wolf cub since he had been born. Now he charged into the Humans with cleavers, pitchforks, and other weapons, ignoring their attempts to unseat him. His Carn Wolf snarled and leapt over the crowd, crushing more where it landed. Its fur resisted the blows around it and Redscar slashed left and right, cutting Humans down. But with each passing second the [Emperor] was drawing further away.

Stop! Stop this madness!”

Sir Kerrig was trying to fight his way to Rags. She ignored him. Her eyes were on Redscar and the Emperor. Laken. He had run a dozen feet down the street. He was headed for one of the houses. If he could get inside he’d barricade himself in with all the other Humans. Redscar was racing at him.

A Human stood in the way. A young man with a sword and padded jerkin. He was inexperienced but he swung well. Redscar leaned back and slashed him across the chest as he passed. The young man fell, bleeding but not dead.

Next, the woman in the dress. She fled to one side. Next an old man, the [Farmer]. He had a sword too and swung clumsily at Redscar. The Carn Wolf rammed into him, knocking him flat.

The [Emperor] was last. He had run down the street but Redscar charged him. Ironically, Laken’s order had sent his subjects racing towards Rags’ warriors in a blind rage. There was no one to save him. Rags waited as Redscar raised his frosted blade. The [Emperor] was turning. He knew he wouldn’t escape. He turned and stared at Redscar. Rags heard him speak.


For a moment Redscar did. He froze and his Carn Wolf skidded to a stop. Then Redscar cursed. He leapt off his Carn Wolf and ran at the [Emperor]. Laken ran once more. Rags cursed, but Redscar was a trained warrior. He was still closing on the Human. Closer, closer—


Rags heard the voice. Her head turned. She saw something flash past her Redfang Warriors, heard the galloping hoofs. She turned, raised her crossbow, and shot. Too slow. Her bolt missed the target.

Redscar was sprinting towards Laken. His sword was ready to slash across his back. He raised it as he reached Laken’s back and turned his head as Rags screamed a warning. He saw the blur approaching on horseback and struck anyways. Too slow.

The galloping figure rode down the village street faster than an arrow could fly. Faster than Rags’ fiery magic. Faster than Redfang’s sword. He rode as if the rest of the world were underwater. A lance was in his hand and he aimed it at Redscar. The Goblin saw it coming and tried to dodge. Again he failed.

The lance pierced Redscar’s shoulder. The momentum of the strike spun the Goblin and Rags saw the rider flick his lance casually. Redscar slowed and she saw a hole in his right shoulder. He stared at it and fell, his sword still held in his left hand. The [Emperor], Laken, looked up. The Redfangs stopped fighting and the villagers of Riverfarm stopped too. They turned their heads and saw him standing there. Larger than life. Exactly on time.

Lord Tyrion Veltras. He removed his helmet and offered Laken a slight, stiff bow. Behind Rags, she heard a clarion horn sound and heard more drumming hooves. She turned and saw a hundred riders in full armor charging straight at her. She screamed an order and her Goblins broke away. Tyrion Veltras pointed and the armored [Knights] and [Lords] charged the Goblins. He turned back to Laken Godart.

“Emperor Laken Godart? I believe we have yet to meet. I am Lord Tyrion Veltras. I have heard of you. I believe we could be of mutual benefit to each other.”


Laken stared up at the man. Lord Tyrion was tall, and his hair was black. He had a trimmed goatee and clean-shaven upper lip. His armor glowed slightly in the light and he held himself strictly, almost painfully upright on his horse. There was no smile on his face and his dark blue eyes were cold. Nevertheless there was an urgency to the way he moved, a purpose. Tyrion turned his head, looking east.

“I understand your forces are in full retreat following a clash with this tribe. My escort passed by the conflict less than an hour ago. I instructed the rest of my force to ride into battle as soon as they caught up.”

“The rest of your…?”

Tyrion Veltras nodded. His gaze flicked upwards towards the sun, and then travelled across the breadth of Riverfarm. It took in the fleeing Goblins, the hundred or so armored Humans in pursuit, and the lone Goblin racing towards them. Tyrion watched as Rags flung herself from the saddle towards Redscar. He made no move towards them as his lance tip dripped blood onto the ground. Rags dragged Redscar up as the Goblin’s own Carn Wolf approached, whining. She shouted a command and both Carn Wolves began to run, one carrying the fallen Goblin.

“Lord Matthews?”

Lord Tyrion turned his head and called at one of the men dressed in silver armor. A tall [Lord] with red gold hair rode up.

“Lord Veltras! What can I do for you?”

The scion of the Veltras family calmly nodded towards Rags and Redscar, who were both fleeing towards the other Redfang Warriors.

“Mark both targets. The one with the enchanted sword and the small female with the crossbow. Remember your orders.”

“By your leave, Lord Veltras. Formation on me!”

Lord Matthews called out and a wedge of [Knights] and [Lords] raced after him. Laken stared at the fleeing Goblins and the Humans.

“You came all this way for…how did you know about me? About the Goblins? My army—Durene—”

The [Lord] turned his head slightly. He nodded towards Lady Bevia as she stood at a distance. The older lady curtsied slightly.

“I have my informants. Moreover, I received an extraordinary messenger. Your army will be saved, Emperor. I did not come with a hundred soldiers alone.”




The cavalry that drew reign in front of the battleground spotted the fleeing Humans and advancing Goblins from a distance. Their mounts were sweaty, exhausted, and the riders looked just as tired. But the commander seemed confident, casual, even. He shaded his eyes as he peered at the Goblins chasing the Humans down.

“That’s the tribe you informed Lord Veltras of, Lady Caveis? Do you see your comrade among them?”

Welca Caveis gasped for air and wiped sweat out of her eyes. She stared down at the Goblin army and then shifted her gaze to the city.

“I don’t see Sir Kerrig anywhere, Lord Pellmia.”

The [Lord] nodded.

“A pity. But we may still have hope that he is alive within the city at least. Men! Ladies. On my order we will charge the Goblins! Form a wedge on me. [Second Wind]!”

As he spoke, Welca felt energy flood back into her limbs. It was a nervous, temporary rush, but it made even the horses canter as the cavalry moved into place. She lowered the visor of her helm as Lord Pellmia pointed.

“Remember your orders! Scatter the Goblins first and find me the commander of the Human army! On my mark! Charge!




Pyrite was marching after the Humans, ordering the tribe to harry them when he heard the horns. He turned his head and saw a wall of silver and steel descending a distant hilltop. His blood ran cold. He screamed an order and the Goblins saw the danger. They turned and ran for the city. They ran and ran as the Humans descended on them.  Pyrite stared at the Humans as he ran. Where had they come from? Why were they here?

Where was Rags?





Lord Tyrion was speaking to a bevy of soldiers, his people. He had dismounted and was at the center of attention. Laken was sitting. His knees had gone out. He saw Tyrion listen to a report coming straight from the fighting around the city. The Goblins were running! They’d retreated back into the city.

Just like that. Just…in an instant. Now Tyrion was speaking to one of the [Mages] who’d rode with him.

“Convey my gratitude to Lord Pellmia. Tell him I will return to appraise the situation shortly. Now, I require a second [Message] to be sent to my aide Telmia. Send the message with the identifying passphrase: Benivald Veltras. Await her counter signal identifying him as the 52nd second-son of the House Veltras. Inform her to begin the operation on my mark.”

The flurry of activity around Tyrion ceased. He glanced up at the position of the sun and waited a beat. All was still. Laken felt the world pausing. Tyrion nodded.





In the mountain, the Goblin Lord and Tremborag met for the second time. The Great Chieftain of the Mountain taunted Reiss from above as his Goblins loosed arrows and threw stones down from above. The crisscrossing network of rope and wood bridges were filled with Goblins as the undead and Reiss’ forces fought below, trying to push upwards.

“You will never take my home, False Lord! Not you, nor your armies! You are too late! The Humans come for you! They will never break my home! I outlived the Goblin King and I will live in my fortress until all is dust!”

He roared down at the Goblin Lord. Reiss stared up, his eyes narrowed and shot black bolts of magic upwards. But Tremborag just laughed and backed away from the edge. Reiss knew he was right.

“Lord, lots of Humans are coming! Lots and lots of Humans!

Snapjaw was tugging at Reiss, trying to get him to pull back. Reiss snarled, feeling blood running down from the side of his face. Garen had nearly gotten him in the last ambush. He saw his Goblin fighting with Tremborag’s forces in a narrow gap. They couldn’t push in! They had to retreat! But the Humans—


A roar from the left interrupted him. Garen Redfang rode out of a large tunnel with his Redfang Warriors, cutting again for Reiss. This time Eater of Spears charged at him and the two Hobs fought in a shower of blood. Reiss snarled.

“Pull Eater of Spears back! Garen is aiming for him!”

The Redfang Chieftain was cutting the larger Hob, bleeding him! He locked eyes as Reiss pointed and the Shield Spider he was riding turned. The two Goblins surged towards each other and then looked up. They felt it at the same time.

Danger. The other Goblins with [Dangersense] looked up as well. They stared up and then saw a flash of crimson light. Heat billowed up and Tremborag turned his head. A network of bridges had burst into flame! As the Goblins watched, they saw a group of distant figures perched high overhead.

Humans. One of the [Mages] aimed a wand down and shot a stream of lava at another network of bridges. The Goblins there screamed in agony as they burned and more fled. Too late. The bridge collapsed, sending hundreds of Goblins falling to their deaths.

Humans! Pathetic adventurers! Kill them!”

Tremborag was furious. He pointed and thousands of Goblins swarmed upwards. Too many even for teams of Gold-rank adventurers to handle! The [Mages] instantly threw up magic barriers as the [Warriors] closed ranks.

Garen stared up at the Gold-rank adventurers coldly. They were fools. They’d be forced to retreat and some would die because of that poor decision. Goblins weren’t like monsters. They knew how to fight adventurers. Tremborag himself was racing higher. He would tear a score of the Gold-ranks apart by himself. But then why was his [Dangersense] still active? He frowned and then saw a flash of magic. Someone had used [Lesser Teleport]. He saw a distant figure appear high overhead. A flash of blonde hair, a pale face. Pointed ears. And suddenly, Garen was afraid.

Not just afraid. Petrified. He stared up and again the Goblins stopped. Something was…off. They knew fear. But the sight of the half-Elf standing above them filled them with a fear they couldn’t shake. All Goblins were afraid. They learned to conquer fear or die. But this?

Tremborag had halted too when he saw the half-Elf. She stood with a group of four other companions, all of whom held bows. Only one was a half-Elf like her, and that archer was far younger. But it was the blonde half-Elf Tremborag stared at. His voice, normally a grand echo in the cavernous mountain, shook as he stared up at her.


The half-Elf had a bow. It glowed brightly with a fierce, silvery light as she drew an arrow from the quiver at her back. The adventurers around her stepped back. Tremborag pointed up at her. Now his voice was a shout, but it was filled with horror. And dread.

“You. I know your face!”

The half-Elf glanced at him dismissively and then away. Tremborag backed up. The huge Hobgoblin was afraid. He spoke, his voice filling every ear.

“You were there! You shot the arrow! You have come for me! Destroyer! Bringer of doom! You are she! Arcsinger! The one who slew Velan the Kind!”

Garen felt his heart stop. He stared up as Ellia Arcsinger aimed her bow down, searching the faces of Goblins. Tremborag pointed. He screamed a word, the name no Goblin had ever forgotten.


And then he fled. Tremborag leapt from his place, falling, crashing onto the ground of a lower tunnel. He disappeared into it. And behind him Goblins screamed. They wailed and threw down their weapons, turning and running in a panic. Tremborag’s Goblins and the Goblin Lord’s forces. There was no thought behind it. They were gripped by madness. Primal fear. The Kingslayer stood above, the one who had killed Velan the Kind. Even the Redfang Warriors ran, their Carn Wolves howling in panic.

“Stand and fight! Stand!”

Garen roared at his tribe. But his knees shook as he stared up at the half-Elf with the silver bow. He saw her eyes flash towards him and he felt true terror grip his heart. He turned, cursing, and ran.

“Lord! Lord, run!

Snapjaw was screaming in Reiss ear. He had leapt from his Shield Spider’s back and was running with the other Goblins. They sheltered him, even in their panic. They knew. He knew. She was searching for him. Reiss took one look back above as Ellia Arcsinger looked down below. He shuddered. And that fear was not only of her.

Tremborag’s mountain was lost. Both the Mountain City tribe and the Goblin Lord’s army fled in the face of the Human army. Not just because of the army. Not just because of the danger. Because of her. Because of the memory they could not erase. They fled in a panic on first sight of her, forgetting everything.

All according to plan.




“Excellent. Continue as planned and notify me of any developments. I will return by nightfall.”

Lord Tyrion finished speaking through the spell and turned. He walked over to the young man who was sitting in the dirt street. Laken could still remember where the sword had been. Just a hand’s breath away from his chest. It took him a moment when Tyrion bent to realize the man was offering him his hand.

“Your majesty, there is much I would like to discuss.”

It looked like it pained Tyrion to address Laken by his title, but it would have pained him more not to. Laken looked up into his eyes. He did not immediately take Tyrion’s hand.

“I have heard that you are a dangerous man, Lord Tyrion Veltras. A certain [Maid] came by to tell me not to trust you by any means.”

“[Maids] gossip.”

Tyrion could have been remarking on the weather. He spoke coolly, never taking his eyes off of Laken.

“There are many rumors about me. I would advise you to judge the truth of them for yourself. I have no doubt that many of my detractors have valid points. But I am first and foremost a [Lord] of Izril. I protect my people. This Goblin threat has prompted me to action.”

“Took you a while, didn’t it?”

Lord Tyrion paused.

“Indeed. It is the unfortunate nature of the times. One cannot act without understanding the truth about Goblins. And it is with that understanding that I do execute my plans according to necessity, not compassion.”

“Truth? What truth about Goblins?”

The hand was still outstretched. He should have looked silly, waiting for Laken to take his hand, but Tyrion merely looked expectant. He spoke slowly as Laken stared up at him.

“The truth about Goblins, Emperor Laken Godart, is that they do not matter. Not Chieftains or Lords or Kings. Only one thing matters.”

“And that is?”

“People. Humanity. Responsibility to one’s lands. Safeguarding the continent. Uniting against a common foe, be it monsters or any other threat. We are both men of duty. And I would have your help, Emperor Godart. I offer you my hand. Will you take it?”

Laken stared. He opened his eyes and stared into Tyrion’s own. The [Lord] looked back calmly.  After a moment, Laken slowly reached out. The man hauled him up and Laken stood face-to-face with Lord Tyrion Veltras. He slowly nodded.

“Let’s talk.”


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  1. My problem, unfortunately, is not with Tyrion’s timely arrival or Laken’s attack. My problem is with Laken and Rag’s talk. You started off great, with jabs at the “humanity” of humans vs goblins, but the dialogue quality spiraled down from there. I feel like, with both Laken and Rag’s characters, none of them would lose their cool in public like that. While Laken is stupidly covetous of his people, he would not have given an excuse of “you have already defeated my army, I will never surrender” because that invites more people dying. He would have accepted peace so that none of his people died. Peace and surrender are not the same thing.
    And yes, while he is racist, I feel like you created him to be open minded. Thus, he would realise that Rags is different, especially as she is the first goblin he ever spoke to.
    It also doesn’t seem realistic that he didn’t make peace. He could gather his army back in Rivertown and defend with an actual militia if Rags ever attacked again.
    He also isn’t so stupid to blame Rags’ army for wounding Durene when it was Durene who willingly went out to battle (feel like his skill would also influence him enough so that he would have a clear head about this)

    • I can agree with you on some points but you also got to remember that he thinks Rags’ tribe killed his love on top of what the first tribe did to his people. Open minded or not if someone you love gets killed your choices becomes clouded and he was most likely thinking of revenge. Skills can only help to a point but love is a strong emotion. Yes Durene did choose to go and fight but he was also very insistent that she was to be protected at all costs as well if I remember right.

    • I agree. This is one of the first chapters where the character’s personalities fundamentally alter from previous descriptions, and it feels contradictory to what either would do

    • tyrion showing up was kind of bullshit, but emperor laken has always acted on his emotions for a big part and that shows in this chapter because he could not find durene and thought she had died so he wanted the goblins dead or maybe even die with them to be with durene. (just my opinion)

        • Yes there is the king with the twins could not overcome his desire to conquer. It was not much of a reach to see Laken travel the same road. Sad but true

        • Laken has shown the most corruption from his class – in one chapter he found himself thinking about crushing his opposition, and then wondering where such dark thoughts came from.

      • The thing is, this had to happen. This is why Velan the Kind hated “the playthings”, the same term the faries use for people who take levels. All those juicy powers are the bait to get you to accept mind control. There can’t be peace because the gods didn’t want their toys unifying against them.

        • Ryoka being tampered with by the faeries. Big monkey wrench in the works. Maybe the gods were angry with the elves for trying to break their system?

  2. Oh come on, with so many VIPs shows up but none of the named goblins killed. Outrageous.

    Question : Lets say there is a [Dragon King] and someone slay him, does teriach will terrified of him if he shows up in his cave?

    • I don’t think so. Goblins seem to have some sort of magical genetic memory, so they all remember the one who killed their last king.

      • The Goblins’ genetic memory is actually very good worldbuilding, I think. The goblins reproduce faster than many insects, and their babies are able to run and fight and gather food in just a matter of days, and it’s common for them to lose a good 15% of the tribe a week under normal conditions like hunting Rock Crabs. How else would they remember anything when their lifespans are so short? How else would they have time to learn their language and key survival skills like walking and hand-eye coordination that takes human babies as long as Rags’ entire lifetime to become halfway decent at?

        It’s sad, but goblins are kind of like axolotl salamanders. Each female produces prodigious amounts of offspring, but 99% of them never make it to adulthood. The ones that have survived so far are the most likely to live and continue growing, and they’re able to reproduce even while in their child form, while only a tiny minority of the strongest move on to metamorphose into an adult form, like the hobgoblins do.

  3. “this” close to a happy ending and then emperor dickface had to fuck it up and go to war with them because of his selfishness. and ofcourse fucking tyrion shows up with his big dick army fucking speciest piece of shit that he is. /s relax i just think rags is a better character than emperor laken.

    • I think you have a very small minded view of this situation, lakan didnt fuck up a happy ending, peace was impossible the moment someone put orders in to attack… which to be honest was probably tyrion and his lady spy that got ahold of his messenger. his people wound never accept peace after all their loved one literally died to the goblins. Im more upset about why he didnt have an angry bear defending him from a goblin. or a large hawk clawing out a goblins eyes.

      • peace was definitely possible. rags herself continued offering peace after realizing they battled. as to whether his people would accept it. perhaps difficult but definitely not impossible. emphasize to them they have a choice between revenge or saving their living loved ones and it could work

  4. I loved the chapter. It was an extremely gripping and interesting read. Pyrite’s perspective was the most fun this time. Tyrion killing Redscar so precisely was a moment of “You have got to be kidding me -_-“, but it’s okay. The plot twist definitely surprised me! And it’s also believable.

    And Rags only has a couple thousands Goblins with her, while she’s against an [Emperor] and the strongest [Lord], who can summon dozens of Gold ranked adventurers. That she even got this far is bloody amazing; she’s once again unlucky. Tyrion is only stomping her because he wants to control Laken. I hope she makes it out, it would be lame if she got caught now, and the horses sound way faster than her wolves.

    Seeing Laken act like a human being for once was also lovely, albeit painful. He’s too bloody perfect, in most situations. Always with his “genius” ideas, and never once failing. Now we see that just like anyone, he can too be blinded by vengefulnes, pain, fear and hate. Just like when fighting the first goblin raid. It’s a thin line, between madness and heroism.

    It’d suck if it was only made out to be some [Emperor]-class side-effect, though, when we’re finally seeing a flaw of his. That would only make him more perfect.

    And I’m still shocked that the Goblins’ racial memory of The Kingslayer is so strong. I didn’t think that the Goblin King had an influence so strong on them, that his killer would become the #1 enemy of goblinkind.

    All in all, I loved the chapter: even if some parts felt a bit clunky. Don’t get bummed out about the negative comments. We’re just bummed that it looked like we were finally going to see Rags get a huge win and “goody two-shoes” get smacked; but our hopes and dreams got rekt. By an unlikable and arrogant Tyrion, no less.

    • Rags will get away, just like tyrion plans.
      what do I mean by tyrion planned? note that rags went all the way into the villages picked up redscar, and ran away from where he stood in stabbing range of the really powerful tyrion, and tyrion did nothing, just told his mages to mark her and redscar, and chase them according to plan.

      the same happened with the goblin lord and Tremborag, tyrion forces specifically targeted Tremborag forces and avoided touching the goblin lord soldiers, then arcsinger appears and scares the goblin away but doesn’t try to kill any of the leader, instead she let them run away.

      this smells very suspecious, tyrion is plotting and trying to move the goblins around for his plots

      • Scare them all down into Liscor’s neighborhood, then make certain to have a lot of “friendly fire” accidents. “Oh my bad, my soldiers shoot like storm-troopers, and accidentally hit your city, sorry”.

    • You mean Ryoka’s genius ideas? None of the things he did were his own, except the make believe at the start, the fairy court, and his “war” with the goblins

  5. I think its all Lady Magnolias fault…
    Without her forced gathering in Lakens empire the Lords wouldn’t even know about the trebuchet technologie which sparks Lord Tyrons interesset on the Emporer in the first place.
    Also Lakens “freedom of reign” is quite reduced( or stapled?) He is still Emporer but with all the lords watching his decisions during the conflict there is no good way out of this situations. Just think about it: ALL Lords would be pissed if he agreed on peace, that would be fatal for riverfarm not only for Laken (trade embargo for one point). So Lakens decision, even if it sucks, was the best for the current situation.

    Or do I missed something (I know my english is bad…)

  6. Gee, I wonder who could possibly have sent the Message that guaranteed that Laken’s army would be smashed while bleeding out the Flooded Waters Tribe and then “coincidentally” showed up just in time to destroy the latter, with an army that the Unseen Empire no longer has an army of its own to contest.

    Now to see if Laken can put two and two together and actually come up with four.

    My guess is he starts doing so when Tyrion’s troops leave Laken’s wounded to die. Assuming they don’t just start executing them. Still too late for Laken to escape without pretty much everyone else in Riverfarm dying in order to allow it, of course.

    • Naturally missing the why. Or more precisely how does Laken benefit Tyrion, and against whom? The man seems like he really doesn’t need any help, and while “all seeing” is handy, I’m sure Tyrion has comparable. His weapon Drakes have.

        • When I ask “why” I’m thinking the larger picture. The Goblin Lord gives him a good reason for being in the neighborhood. Laken and Rags aren’t important enough to influence things to any great degree. Certainly not enough to justify going against the Drakes. As noted earlier all this is happening in human lands north of Liscor. Drakes even say those stubborn humans will not allow them to send any help (declaration of war and all that). The only one of any influence in this chessboard is Reiss and his necromancer patreon, and he’s more likely to batten down in the mountains (more defensible) than being chased by Tyrion all over the map. And then there’s the whole Arcsinger (sort of a FEAR gem in itself). Sort of finding out the Borg really aren’t all that and a bag of chips as an enemy.

  7. It’s somewhat hard to separate my opinion of the characters from my opinion of the chapters, but like everyone else I wish these chapters had gone differently. Peace with Laken and Rags vs the Battle of the Mountain would’ve been a foil. Or they try to make peace but Tyrion interrupts their peace just as he interrupted the battle on the mountain.

    Either way,,these chapters felt pretty off. I don’t understand why they felt off, but they did to me.

  8. My first comment. Just wanted to say that I really love your story. I also feel really sad like many other people but for me thats just how your story always is. There are chapters that fill me with so many fuzzy feelings that I have to check if I wasnt given some happy drug when I wasnt looking and when there is a sad chapter then my ability to think suffers as I’m not able to keep my mind away from whatever tragedy that took place in your world.
    I still remember that I was very unsure if I truly wanted to read your story, as I found it very sad to read about a women only expiriencing pain and only receiving hate from drakes and gnolls alike. But then you brought the guardsmen. And the inn. And the goblins :(. But then other good goblins :).
    Your story is a rollercoaster like no other I have ever expirienced in my life and I love it. I know that no matter how grim and gritty your story becomes,you just shoot it that much higher to the sky when you flip the happy switch.
    Even if many people comment that they didnt like the chapter they still read the wistram arc with the teachers,about calruzs band and all the other adventurers, about the tragedy of the antinium, how the doctors aid was shredded and the one that probably hit me the hardest was Zel. He was my favourite character… but no matter what happens, it is now impossible for me to not follow the story till it ends, no matter what happens or how long it takes.

  9. I liked Laken attacking back. There is a time for peace. There is a place for peace. But you do not win against someone like Rags by asking for it. I don’t think Rags has even died yet. It wasn’t complete BS that Tyrion showed up here, however it wasn’t sufficiently foreshadowed. But foreshadowing is very difficult to do. Laken’s response I felt was foreshadowed very well, but it felt more natural there and less engineered.

    Durene might well be dead, but I don’t think, even if she was that was why Laken responded the way he did. It was peace on Rags’ terms, it was peace after Rags destroyed his markers, it was peace after Rags had a large number of his people killed and it was peace where Rags and her goblins got to just walk away. Those are not acceptable terms to agree with someone you’ve been fighting a war against, there is a debt there and that needs settling.

    It’s nice to see character development that breaks the usual trend though! Rags and Laken should both learn a lot from this; plus Wiskeria, Beniar and Durene will learn too! Which is nice. Overall a lovely beginning to the end of this current goblin arc. Lovely to see Garen and Tremborag fleeing in terror. Unfortunate to see Osthia and Reiss having not developed much as characters in the period following Shivertail’s death. Reiss got a name! That’s a bigger deal than it’s been made out to be, I feel!

    And so. Thank you Pirateba for the wonderful chapter!

    • >Those are not acceptable terms to agree with someone you’ve been fighting a war against

      They are when you’re losing and it’s a war you started. Granted there are people who take that line, but they’re not generally regarded as admirable, and even they change their minds after you nuke ’em a couple of times.

      There’s a letter that Sherman wrote that sums it up, I think: “If they want eternal war, well and good; we accept the issue, and will dispossess them and put our friends in their place.[…]Three years ago by a little reflection and patience they could have had a hundred years of peace and prosperity, but they preferred war; very well.[…] A people who will persevere in war beyond a certain limit ought to know the consequences. Many, many peoples with less pertinacity have been wiped out of national existence.” When your army’s being routed and your leader’s staring down a crossbow bolt, that’s the certain limit. If not for Tyrion ex machina, Laken’s pigheadedness would have been the ruin of everything.

        • He won’t make peace when he’s losing. Why would he make peace when he thought he was easily winning? Tyrion moved things up, made the timing more convenient for Tyrion, but that’s all.

          • But Laken saw his girlfriend “die” Like fake die. You know fall unconscious in battle. She’s in battle with the big bad goblin.
            Than again, maybe not. Didn’t the whole area go dark?

            Perhaps you’re right.

  10. So, I’m on my way back through the volumes and just reached the news in Vol 2 that 2 named adventureres are on their way to Liscor, one making their way up from the walled cities, slowly, and another coming by sea. S0, they haven’t appeared at Liscor yet, but it looks like Ellia Arcsinger could have been the one coming by sea? I was hoping for the Titan. Ah well.
    Yeah, the goblin reaction to Elia does seem a bit extreme.
    Good skills by the way. To move the army. So how does Rags get away now? Sad there seem to be so many goblin haters. They have a lost history, and when it’s found again, well, sad.

    • I think the Named Adventurer coming up from the Walled Cities was Regrika Blackpaw (or whatever her name was), aka the undead lady.

  11. I hope that maid uses that ring of mass destruction on Tyrion for max loltz.

    Anyway, this just shows that no one really wins in war. All sides lose in different ways.
    I hope the resolution will be good. And of course Tyrion utterly destroyed.

  12. I think this chapter was really great. I also think that you’ve made sufficient foreshadowing and made excellent realistic characters that are capable of mistakes. My only criticism is that not a single named character died. I felt that that was the only part of the story that felt forced, I feel like you did that to lessen the stress of the audience.
    Pirateaba I hope you continue writing the way you want to and continue to tell your story. Readers should not dictate the author. I think being able to comment on every chapter is one of the weaknesses and advantages of web serials, it’s a way for readers to have more say towards the story since comments are read by the author. Every criticisms have value, but so does every complement. I thank you pirateaba for creating this story and I promise I won’t be a freeloader here once I graduate and get a job. Good writing!

    • I agree with this wholeheartedly, had a wonderful moment when Tyrion shows up where everything clicked into place, and a second one in the same chapter when the kingslayer arrived.

      Loved pyrite, and the two sided battle, although i admit I was rooting for Bernir to die…

  13. So… Tyrion is the one – with lady Bevia – that stopped the peace talks…. at a guess. He showed up surprisingly perfect timing to mess everything up.

    And I am still on Rags’ side. The humans have been seeing the goblins as monsters for centuries and hunting them down ruthlessly. She’s right; peace is usually bought at the barrel of a gun (or point of a sword). If everything qas reversed, and her attacking “innocents” was switched to a goblin tribe, no one would bat an eye. She’s still my favorite, Erin aside of course.

    • Wasn’t Ragses whole reason of not attacking humans so not to draw attention to her tribe, to not escalate. But loe and behold- the first time she comes across a tribe killed she goes on human killing spree after another. With the two knights and the lady as single exceptions. And the former cause, well, they almost lost.

      The scenario is the consequence of her actions.

      • That’s a good point. This all started when Rags wouldn’t accept the senseless killing of another Goblin tribe. Peace has to start somewhere, and if she’d just left alone, her tribe might have been better off.

        On the other hand, even if Laken hadn’t seen Rags’s tribe attacking humans, he almost definitely still would have attacked them. So she didn’t mess up that much.

        • None of the other goblins would accept the senseless killing. I think that while rags holds a good tribe based on their reaction, they would have ignored her. I think that if Erin had seen those bodies in the shape that they were, then the town might have been burned down or something.

  14. Oh, Bravo. So Lady Bevia conspired with Tyrian to ensure there would be no peace with the goblins, and that Laken could be heroically and conveniently rescued? Color me impressed. Sucks for Rags, but that’s the way it goes. In her credit she did her best and played all her cards right. If she survives she’ll just be that much stronger for it.

  15. Painful. Realistic but not.. not something I enjoyed reading. Probably due to my health problems rather than the writing but still, I think I will wait a few weeks before reading further so as to avoid any more incomplete Rags/Pyrite arcs. I love Wandering Inn but perhaps Pirateaba is just too good at creating characters I care about and then…
    See you in a few weeks hopefully.
    (ps I can’t afford to be a Patreon, but if the complete story is produced as a series of books I will buy it!)

    • Not realistic – for all important characters made it out alive. Not that I want them killed, mind you, but in that flurry of random randomness, events are constructed to highlight how awesome they are, without removing them from the story. Some of those could be chalked on Tyrion’s unrevealed yet in depth scheme. Some, but not all. Like Durene vs. Pyrite – both survive.

  16. Well, Laken’s scum. He’s always been unpleasant, but now it’s blatant. I almost wonder if he’s meant to be the dark counterpoint to Flos; show what the King of Destruction could have been, if he weren’t awesome.

    I don’t understand why Tyrion and Magnolia keep Laken alive. It’s stupid. They’ve got carefully set up plans that they’ve been working on for at least a decade, and then all of the sudden all these dangerous wild cards start popping up – Flos comes back, Goblin Lord with explosive zombies shows up, Necromancer starts moving, the most famous Antinium are meeting for the first time in years, the greatest living drake is dead, etc. Laken is the one political disruption they could quickly, easily, and painlessly eliminate, and for some reason they don’t do it.

    • For why they didn’t kill him – they think they can control Emperor and discard him before he’s strong enough to be an issue.

      Besides, Emperor is opportuninty. As of now they are [Nobles]. But kill Emperor or seise his holding and whadda you know? Maybe you become an [Emperor] yourself.

      • Someone over on Reddit did a section on levels and classes. Seems that going from [Lord] to [Emperor] would be a lateral move, not a step up. Like starting over, and then going up.

        • Reddit user’s opinion is good to know as opinion, but he might be wrong too, yes? We never seen in this book a practical experiment of [Noble] overthrowing [Emperor], yes?

          And Tyrion’s reason could be much more simple. It could be that in current moment

          1 Emperor (Tyrion) < 1 Emperor (Laken) + 1 Lord (Tyrion)

          in terms of power output. Or Tyrion wants to use Laken, pin on him blame for failures – to save the day later.

  17. Laken is now on a way to become a proper villain of the story. Rags is confirmed to enjoy fighting with humans and Tyrion is a scheming bastard. I bet he is responsible for Laken’s army attacking. And now not only bystanders but even close comrades are dying because of their decisions. I really hate them.

    As always great chapter. Looking forward to some light after this dark mess. Thanks.

    • Also I fell we got a hint why every Goblin king goes mad with hate to humans. Their memories seriously affect their emotions. It was more like an instinct for goblins to run from Kingslayer.

  18. I think that what is most frustrating for readers, here, is that the ‘enemy’ here is inexorable. All of the author’s protagonists, excepting (perhaps) the Lord of Destruction, are comparatively small-time. A single inn, struggling to stay afloat. A runner whose buddy is a faerie. A few Hobs, separated from their tribe. A silver-rank adventuring team. A small Goblin tribe, lost in enemy territory. An unusual ant who can sort of pray. An emperor-in-name-only who runs a peasant village. A princess-in-name-only who works as a barmaid. A doctor, a clown. None of these are big shots in the world; if they were, they’d have less opportunity to grow and change.

    We’ve seen a lot of small-scale challenges and wins, because that gives the characters the chance to survive, to improve. But the very premise of this world is that people can grow extraordinarily powerful, far outstripping the ability of the common man or even the low-leveled. All the more so when those people have vast resources to call on. Once in a while, we have to be reminded that our beloved characters are just tiny cogs in a broad world.

    The Flooded Waters tribe has suffered the most from this issue, for a variety of reasons. Chief among those reasons is that they are goblins. They have small tribes, they are mostly expendable, they live as fugitives in a land where everyone sees them as monsters and would kill them sooner than look at them. We already saw them outclassed by the Petal Knights: what, fifteen or sixteen elites can beat down a whole tribe with a young genius commander? Yes. That’s the world they live in. It’s lucky that goblins breed so fast, or we wouldn’t believe that there’s anyone left in the Flooded Waters tribe. They are going to get stomped at every turn, because that’s the life of a goblin. Rags has been successful in surviving mostly because she has stayed off people’s radar so she wouldn’t get stomped. Unfortunately, Laken has a very good radar, as well as powerful people who want him indebted.

    Thinking of the scale at which Veltras and Magnolia work, this conflict near Filk is a side errand in the grand scheme. Take out a few goblins, reclaim a city, put a weak emperor in his place, then get back to the business at hand: routing massive and powerful goblin armies from their mountain stronghold and crushing the budding Goblin Lord.

    Laken is dealing with the inexorable in much the same way that Rags is: he’s having to face down some of the most powerful nobles in the world, people who could raze his budding empire and have him murdered on a casual whim, people who have decades more experience in intrigue, fighting, and rule. Even if he is open to the idea that goblins are people, he has to weigh that idea against many powerful forces: the universal and pervasive idea that goblins are monsters and the people who consort with them are traitors to their race; the anger of his people if he makes peace with monsters who caused wanton destruction across his lands; the persistent weight of noble eyes upon Riverfarm; and his own love for his community that has been savaged by this enemy. It’s not a question of Laken casually deciding to be racist despite plain evidence that goblins are people. It’s Laken’s hand being forced by the responsibilities of an emperor, informed by his own thoughts and emotions.

    Let’s remember that even the most powerful warriors in the world can be defeated by these grand inexorable forces: even Zel Shivertail was killed by agents of Az’kerash. Were readers upset by that? Of course! And yet it is believable, because we know how powerful Az’kerash is. Imagine if Griffon Hunt or the Silver Swords fought Teriarch: they’d be utterly destroyed. The small-time protagonists stand no chance.

    For now. They will learn and grow, because that’s what this story is all about. They will be movers and shakers in time, more and more involved in the world at large.

    And even if the plot armor seems a little thick in this chapter, which it does, let’s remember that Zel died not long ago. That was unexpected and rocked some worlds.

    For now, let’s let the Goblins skulk away and Laken relive the plot of Beowulf, with occasional dungeon dives and Wandering Inn shenanigans interspersed. That’s what we’re here for.

    • Very good point about Laken, and how he COULDN’T just make peace with the Goblins.

      Also, our protagonists are all relatively big players in their own way. Laken is an [Emperor], inherently more powerful than any other leader of the number of villages and people he has under him. He’s stronger and more organized in fighting the Goblin threat than anyone but the true huge players in northern Izril. (Mainly Magnolia and Tyrion)

      Rags is the best chieftain and leads the strongest tribe of Goblins we’ve encountered other than the Goblin Lord and the Mountain City Tribe.

      Erin is the best [Innkeeper] we’ve encountered, and the best at what she does ([Magical Innkeeping], outfitting adventurers, etc.) And she’s a huge deal for the Antinium.

      And so on. I could do this for basically every protagonist. (Except Trey and Teres. They’re lame.) So while your point that the protagonists are greatly outclassed is true–they’re also generally the biggest fish in their own small pond. It’s just that they’ve outgrown that pond and are now small fish in the ocean. Rags is a great example–she used to be a wimpy little Goblin, and now she’s a great Chieftain.

  19. Apologises Pirateaba for all the rude comments from myself and others.

    You’re a very talented writer. Sometimes great and sometimes OK.

    The last few Goblin chapters have been too dark for people.

    Great action scenes.

    Personally, I really, really don’t like the interaction with Rags and Laken.

    It feels forcing two characters to fight. Reiss and the mountain is great. Love Reiss etc.

    Larken…hasn’t grown enough as a character.

    Rags…is apparently now a monster.

    I liked this chapter the best and understand Tyrion meets Larken.

    But it really feels forced.

    The rest of this chapter is brilliantly written except for Rags and L.

    Please, please, please bring back Ryoka. You leave her for massive gaps that most reader’s forget about her.

    Unless it’s for a key plot point. Thanks Pirateaba.

    Some chapters are going to be great.

    Ryoka returning is going to be super awesome.

    I hope your hands are ok. Please don’t burn out. Write for yourself.

    We’re just along for the ride.

    Bless you Pirateaba.

  20. Wow a lot of hate on what I thought were a fantastic three chapters. Guys, these chapters all boil down to one thing: Laken and Rags losing a little more of their humanity, and letting out their inner monster. We as the readers are meant to feel their conflict very personally. After all, we’re all so invested in both of these characters.

    The Wandering Inn was never going to be a sunshine and roses kind of series. Shit happens. People die, or worse, people become monsters. Sure, it’s harder when there’s no Big Bad incarnation of evil to root against (Skinner), and we’re forced to take a hard look at both sides and realize that both are wrong in some ways and also right in others. But that’s realistic, it’s how life works and I personally think it was wonderfully done by Pirateaba.

    I don’t think you all should be hating on what was a very natural and expected development. To those saying Laken’s choices were out of character, well I disagree. I think it would have been out of character for him to make peace with a Warlord who just slaughtered half his people. Laken is extremely arrogant and he isn’t above killing humans to protect his people; why on earth should he be above killing Goblins, even after he realizes that they’re humane?

    I honestly can’t pinpoint what set you all off so much. Did you expect all TWI character’s to be as PC and compassionate as Erin? Because they’re not, and it wouldn’t be fun if they all were goody two shoes. Erin is the exception, not the rule, in what is fundamentally a really brutal and violent world. And sure, it’s nice when we see how some people manage to look past that brutality and be the bigger person. But Laken isn’t one of those people, and honestly, I like him more, not less for it. His choices perfectly reflect his character and how it’s changing in reaction to his new world.
    So yea, I just wanted to put that out there.

    I hope Pirateaba can look past all the hate, because these were some hella good chapters. Thank you for making the hard choices and keeping this story amazing.

    • I don’t think it’s a goody two shoes expectation so much as it’s a “I come from a world that should know better”. What’s the point of being an educated person if one’s going to forget everything when the chips are down?

      • Education? If education was really all it took for people to be saints then our world wouldn’t have wars. Look at our own leaders; most of them have education. Yet why do they still make mistakes? Having an education doesn’t make you a robot who always follows rational decisions.
        In here Laken was presented a choice. To agree with the peace offering; thereby losing support from a lot of people and admitting defeat. Or try to kill the goblin leader now; wherein his skill [undying loyalty] will make sure that all of his 1000 people present will ruthlessly attack the 60 goblins without fear of death; thereby avenging all the people who died and eliminating Rags who has been shown to be a very dangerous goblin. The two choices carry risks; the former the risk of being betrayed by Rags, the latter the risk of him and his people dying. Who can blame him if he chose the latter especially if he believed Durene to be dead? Grief and rage are known to produce irrational decisions after all.

        • Yes, education with a modern societies ways and mores. That’s what a lot of the comments were an expression of outrage when those children were gassed. It’s not about education as an absolute, but something that should play a role, otherwise this entire series could be played with just innworders. And not a group of people from another world influencing things.

    • As far as I’m concerned, if Laken doesn’t use every means available to him to find out who sent that false message (or caused it to be sent,) including rounding up every noble and magic-user in the area and grilling them under truth spell, he hasn’t learned *enough,* he hasn’t become hard enough, and he will never be a real Emperor. It *had* to be someone near the camp, because only they knew about the peace talks. It was almost certainly Bevia or someone in her entourage. Submit to truth spell or submit to the headsman, your choice.

      Because the one thing an Emperor cannot do is allow their opponents to usurp their rightful authority. That cannot stand.

      Also, if the author wanted whoever it is to get away with it and uses an elementary logic trick to get them out, that’s fine, but Laken should never act like he understands basic logic again. Because “Did you send the attack message,” “No,” “I guess you’re off the hook,” would just be… I can’t even say. But this is all speculation.

      I should end by saying I love this story and I am grateful to have access to it, for free no less. My comments are not intended to imply that this is not a wonderful gift to us by pirateaba. Thank you.

  21. People need to be more open-minded about what was happening in this chapter… Laken “saw” the goblin’s approach as his totems were falling right after Sir Kerrig’s passage, he knew someone “highjacked” his communications with his army to force the battle and the moment he knew they lost against the goblins he was in the hands of the person who planned this all along…

    He might have suspected this was another test imposed on him… So the smartest move was either play along and maybe be rescued by the army coming into his lands¹ or simply die if this was the masterplan all along.

    But given all options, what he probably couldn’t do was offer peace to the goblins, as much as he wanted to avoid the slaughter of his subjects, because this could possibly be the wrong move in the vision of the mastermind behind all this and seal his fate and the fate of everyone under his protection…

    Knowing the limitations of his “all-seeing skill”, the first hand lesson about passwords on Message Spells and information security and the painful uncertainty about the well-being of his loved one… Laken was outplayed this time, but to everyone claiming he didn’t grew as a character i want to say:
    “The greatest teacher, failure is”
    – Yoda

    ( ¹ Lady Bevia and Tyrion might not be aware about the totem’s powers/connection to his vision skill or they didn’t simply care about it or couldn’t make a move against these totems without rising suspicions about the sabbotage. After everything that happened Laken can’t prove they were the ones behind Nesor’s attack, Lady Bevia could claims she asked for Tyrion’s help once she discovered about the dangerous incursions of goblins around the small cities and villages, as much as Laken is concerned Sacra/Odveig could be responsible for this sabbotage and if she makes a move against Laken now she’ll put Magnolia’s on a tight spot…)

    • Very good points. Laken’s thoughts and words about how he wishes things were simple enough that he could accept the peace offer could easily be applying to Tyrion’s plot.

  22. Also, Pirateaba how can i contact you? I wanted to share an interesting finding about something that you could use in a future chapter. I don’t want to comment here and spoil it to others, so if you interested send me an e-mail. I’ll just say this it’s about Erin and the Titan.

    • Try Reddit if you have a message for me. I have an account there. I try not to encourage private messaging since I do get a lot of messages already, but I’m always interested in theories/new ideas!

  23. I’ve never been a fan of Laken because he struck me as a player who isn’t very good but managed to find a hack.

    Now I see I am wrong. Laken is the Dungeon Master’s boyfriend. Honey I want to be an [Emperor]. Honey I want a bag of gold and gems. Honey I want special units that are invisible at night. On and on it goes and then one day an actual good player gets tired of it and forces a conflict. Laken loses and when the other player tries to let them off the hook gets petulant.

    In comes the Dungeon Master with the save. After all if Laken dies no one is getting laid.

    Hopefully this is all lead up to some momentous fall but I think the fall could have simply been accomplished here and now without Tyrion needing to make an appearance.

    • I think what you’re missing is that Tyrion saving Laken isn’t really a good thing for him. Sure, he’s not dead, but now he’s back in the political arena against one of the strongest [Lords] on Izril who’se clearly been plotting against him.

      • That would be included in when I said “Hopefully this is all a lead up to some momentous fall”.

        I think the Larken arc would have been better served if it had ended now and Tyrion’s involvement was revealed in a different way.

  24. The build up was nice, but it think the biggest problem the unseen emperor had was seeing rags… Not crossbolt, but seeing how she fought. He thought humans had ingenuity or that his group could capitalize on it. Rags just built her own on a budget , under fire, and proved that she is just as smart as anyone else. That the use of tactics and strategy beat numbers and skills.

    The moment when things became less fantasy and more harsh reality. His girlfriend probably dead, the other nobles seeing his failure along with one certain noble getting ready for his head… And a goblin… Not goblin lord, but some random no name goblin tribe defeated his arm y after burning lots of land… And then saying ‘good bye. I have better things to do.’

    Not a good mindset as admitting loss is not what an emperor does much less to vermin.

    The Lord rescue was a bit… Rough as it was hard to grasp just how far or close the mountain battle was to the city battle. Makes sense if he made a false flag attack to swoop in aiding or saving the army.

    Makes less sense that elf girl makes goblins run in fear. Honestly goblins live in fear everyday as Skinner gem just made them right harder instead of trying to run away. Even then kingslayer? Does that mean killing a human king makes all humans run from you? I mean the goblins under the mountain took PRIDE in saying they didn’t join so they held no love, or care about goblin king death.

    If anything it makes things worse since they only made the goblins flee… Two groups without a home instead of two armies trying to kill one another. That just seemed to add the number of hostile goblins under one banner than getting a victory at killing a goblin lord of great chief.

    Also seems odd that nobody thought of trying to get a goblin bane hero to play a dangerous goblin lord… Much less having a pro-human using a half-elf since they pretty much count as elves… And lots of humans are anti-elf .

    Still not that bad… If not a little bit confusing.

    • Also could be interesting to see the start of a character fall with a mad emperor. If Duran does die… There is an attractive human lord nearby ready to pick up the pieces and make things slowly get worse…

    • Actually it was clever having her duplicate Larken’s weapon. Nothing demonstrates “I’m intelligent” more than that, even through his far sight.

    • Humans don’t have the racial memory of the goblins. Velan dying was, we know, an extremely traumatic experience for the goblins, and thanks to that ability the trauma’s not limited to people who were physically there. Plus it’s recent, so they don’t have to get to the level of Goblin King before they remember it. Think of it as the whole species having PTSD.

    • ““He warned me of this. I suppose I grew overconfident. Until I came here I didn’t know what seeing was like. So I forgot to watch my back. But I was warned. I wonder how he knew so much.””

      More mysterious than Tyrion. There are plans, and then there are PLANS!

  25. Laken’s mysterious adviser isn’t intriguing so much as annoying at this point. There’s enough going on in this story for me to keep track of without somebody we don’t actually know about.

    ““You were followed, Sir Kerrig. The Goblins followed you here.””
    -I feel like Parson Gotti from Erfworld would really like to have Rags as the chief of a tribe of Gobwins under his command. They’re similarly talented at strategic planning and lateral thinking, and they’ve both done a gambit involving betraying a parley.

    It’s funny how, now that I established that I supported the Flooded Waters Tribe in this conflict a few chapters back, I’m continuing to support them. They’re committing some atrocities themselves, but they all seem about as justified as atrocities can be, and I like Pyrite and Rags better than Laken and his retainers.

    Oh, nice. Pyrite’s using the walls to guard his back, just like Rags had them do when they took the city.

    “He bellowed as he swung through and saw the Human go flying in two pieces.”
    -It’s funny how without context (i.e. from the perspective of the Humans), Pyrite would just appear to be another terrifying dumb brute Hobgoblin. But we know him well enough that that seems really weird.

    Rags may be the strategist, but Pyrite is no slouch himself!

    I’m really enjoying how you’ve very vividly showed the feeling of a war where both sides are smart and use good strategy and tactics. They each gain a temporary advantage and press it for all it’s worth, while the other side tries to find something to turn the tides. It’s great.

    Oh boy. Pyrite vs. Durene. Somebody’s going to be devastated if one of them doesn’t walk away. (Me if Pyrite dies, Laken if Durene does. I like her, and actually feel pretty bad for her that she’s gotten caught up on all this, but I won’t be extremely sad if she dies. It would just be more disappointment that she couldn’t just keep her small, happy life with Laken. The perils of becoming an [Emperor] and his [Paladin], I guess.

    Pyrite here is a good example of why old Goblins are so dangerous, why Goblin Lords tend to be nearly unkillable–Goblins are fighting ALL THE TIME, so the ones who survive have tons of experience on top of their levels. Pyrite’s not as strong as Durene, but he’s been in way more fights than her.

    Despite what I said above, I’m actually pretty relieved Pyrite wasn’t able to kill Durene right there, lying on the ground. Of course, the fight isn’t over yet.

    Okay, Beniar dying would be much more acceptable. You know, because I don’t know Beniar. I’m not talking about morally, here. He seemed like a fine dude too.

    Pyrite’s problem here is that HE is the main elite of the Flooded Waters tribe, and he can’t fight Beniar, Durene, AND Wiskeria all at once. The rest of the Hobs seem to be occupied with other forces. (I’m assuming the Goblins are winning the fight as the leaders of the humans focus on Pyrite.) Actually, okay, the rest of the Hobs showed up to bail out Pyrite, and now Noears is targeting Wiskeria. Nice.

    Honestly, it seems like Pyrite has all the qualities of a Goblin Lord that Greydath felt Rags was missing–he’s exemplary in strength, damaging potential, combat ability, and sheer staying power in battle. He’s got a decent grasp of tactics and such. He’s just not as extraordinary as Rags at organization and strategy.

    That poem’s actually pretty great. Pyrite is great.

    Can’t say I’m happy Rags’s word doesn’t mean much, but it’s a good reminder that both sides have flaws. And she hasn’t done anything BAD yet besides follow them. Maybe she’ll still negotiate? Let’s see.

    It’s a testament to the natural magic of a Goblin chieftain that Rags can even tell Laken is watching her.

    Rags seems to have gone to the Ronald Reagan or Teddy Roosevelt school of diplomacy. “Carry a big stick” and all that, with “mutually assured destruction” being a helpful start to negotiations.

    “I nod slowly. Gods. All the pieces are falling together. Listen to her talk! She sounds so—what have I been doing? What have I done? ”
    -YES! Despite his arrogance and the way his [Emperor] class seems to be influencing him a bit, Laken’s still pretty open-minded in the proper circumstances, willing to be unconventional. That combined with how Rags is open-minded enough to actually open negotiations with humans and Sir Kerrig got to know them enough to suggest it, and we actually have a real chance for a peace treaty of some kind here. Fitting that any peace between Humans and Goblins comes after a bloody war with war crimes on both sides. That’s what’s necessary when one side thinks of the other as monsters and the “monsters” act like monsters.

    “Rags gives me a long, blank look.
    “Right. That why peace works.”
    -Lol. Yep, they understand each other.

    “Goblins are stinking cowards. We run away!”
    -Rags weaponizing her species’s bad reputation! I love it!

    Dang it! Why won’t it work, Laken?

    Oh, okay. Because the Goblins have won. Now I’m really glad Durene didn’t die, or else Laken would be in a much worse mood.
    Or, okay. Laken can’t sense her, which is effectively the same here. Dang it Laken, don’t give in to your reasonable emotional reaction to the loss!

    “If we had met another way, we might even have understood each other.”
    -Yes, this is the real tragedy of it. Peace has to start somewhere, but when both sides insist on killing the other–well, that’s not going to start peace.

    “There’s a monster in both of us. Waiting.”
    -True. But Rags is accepting hers but not letting it dominate her life while you seem to be actively encouraging it!

    Sorry, Sir Kerrig. You all tried for peace, but the [Emperor] isn’t having it.

    Oh no. Laken’s last advantage over Rags–allied humans. Yeah, she’d better run now! (Also, Tyrion clearly has some form of foresight that let him position this “rescue” to be exactly as advantageous for him as possible.)

    “I instructed the rest of my force to ride into battle as soon as they caught up.”
    -SHIT. This just went from “The Flooded Waters Tribe has won” to “The Flooded Waters Tribe must once again retreat from overwhelming enemy forces or be completely wiped out.” Aaaaaah.

    I’m thinking Lord Veltras was behind the order to attack. Bastard.

    And now there’s going to have to be another G chapter where Rags and her tribe run again. Or at least I hope we get to see it.

    Dang. So it seems sparing Welca Vis may not have been the best decision overall. Darn it.

    Oh, right. Gold-ranked adventurers have devastating area effect attacks they can use here. Just like we just saw in Liscor’s dungeon.

    Huh. We always knew something weird was going on with the Kingslayer, but this really confirms it. Running from her just because of a racial memory–WOW.

    Tyrion is finally interesting.

    • “It’s a testament to the natural magic of a Goblin chieftain that Rags can even tell Laken is watching her.”

      That feeling you get when someone’s looking at you behind your back.

      • I’m not convinced that’s a real feeling that exists. Or rather, it’s just your brain’s way of processing information you have about where people are in the room, sounds, and peripheral vision and stuff. It has nothing to do with magic.

        • Sure that’s just paranoia, so a placebo the sense cause all her moves where seen trough trough emperors sight.

          Tho this is a magic world. Her having a sixth sense would make just as much sense.

  26. Wasn’t sufficiently forshadowed? Do you need the writing in neon block letters?

    Tyrion was going to one of two battles, that was a sure thing, showing up to both? Genius writing, have the audience try to figure out which shell for like… thirty chapters and give payoff for all the readers.

    *I’m a sucker though and I was hoping they’d be fwends (Larkin and Rags) and fight the goblin lord together, and show the world on a macro scale that goblins are people’s too, and Pyrite would wow everyone accidentally with his slam poetry, etc etc. But ce la duex machina*

  27. “The cavalry that drew reign in front of the battleground spotted the fleeing Humans and advancing Goblins from a distance. ”

    reign -> rein

    more homonyms :P

  28. I love these Goblin chapters. The evolution of Rags is one of the best story arcs in this series. I really hope she comes out the other side of all this treachery and violence at some point. Given that the whole series is largely about xenophobia in all its forms it would be a real loss if she were wiped at this point. Of course, it would also raise the stakes considerably, so it might be necessary for the larger plot to unfold. Still, I hope that doesn’t happen. She has such amazing potential as a character.

  29. So Tyrion is funneling the goblins south as a justification to invade drake lands and setting Laken up as a puppet figurehead ruler to take advantage of his emperor class. Perhaps later intending to portray him as a tyrant as he overthrows him and becomes king. But what interest could he have in Rags?

  30. I don’t really hate this chapter like most of the people whining about it. Instead, like the past few chapters, it’s been an exciting read. Like most war or huge battles. There will always be loss and tensions.

    This chapter can be unpleasant and controversial to some though, like many other great novels and animes. Such as the recent tomb invaders of overlord and
    first episode of goblinn slayer which is just as controversial in their novel forms too.

    But I do agree that this chapter could have been written better to avoid such pitfalls. Such as, if lord Tyrion is nearby, why not have him attack the goblins instead of Laken? So people wouldn’t complain about Laken being out of character instead. He could just send army to assist Tyrion like when he did to Rie instead.

    Just simply by this, this whole messy fuss about main characters fighting main characters, characters being out of characters, character rascism and biasness, characters plot holes could be avoided…

    • 1) What loss? None of the main cast died.
      2) Laken is aware that arbitrarily making peace with goblins would be detrimental to his position among Izril’s nobility. He has to play along, for now. Tyrion is a schemer, though not particularly subtle about it. Which character is out of character?
      3) Tyrion didn’t attack the goblins because he wanted Laken to attack them first. When Laken didn’t attack the goblins, he forced Laken to attack the goblins.
      4) “Biasness” is not a word. “Rascism” is spelled as “racism.”
      5) The situation is supposed to be a mess. If you’re looking for a simple plot, understandable to anyone with half a brain and alzheimers’, then consider reading light novels.

      • 1) When I said there will always be loss and tensions, I mean by death of the people involved in general and tension felt in the story and reading it. I hope that you don’t need to be so narrow minded that people need to spell everything out for you.
        Same goes being a grammar nazi for biasness (which IS a word) and racism which I mistype it on a phone. No point going down this path of the argument now, unless you’re just that petty which goes a lot on your character when added with narrow mindedness.

        2) In my comments, I said about people complaining about Laken being out of character. While it’s a topic that many of the readers said here but that does not necessarily mean it’s my opinion. Reminding you again to read my comments properly with proper thoughts and also go read other people’s comments too.

        3) True that Tyrion may have sabotaged the orders for Laken’s army to attack but going way back, it seemed unlikely for Tyrion’s grand plan to involve Laken attacking a random mid size goblin group at the start and losing to it, unless he could look into the future. Otherwise, objectively plot wise the past three chapters have been pretty meaningless aside from humans and goblins attacking each other which can be achieved by whichever group of human leaders.

        5) I actually agree with your comment on this, after all if you read my comments properly without being narrow minded. I did said at the very start that this chapter is actually quite exciting for me to read and I don’t mind about it unlike what you’re implying me to be since I’m not actually looking for a simple plot, unless you have a transposed reading problems.
        But otherwise, as a side observer I am just commenting on how this story could be written so that other people (which is not me) won’t criticize and whine so hard on it, given how much the pile of past comments from other people as an example.

        I have realized that a lot of your comments were either just you assuming on what I said or you not reading it properly with half a brain needed for it.
        Well, considering that you chose to criticize and nitpick on my comments instead of the other more toxic comments out there. It means that you’re not being productive with your time.

  31. Like a lot of people, this story leaves me conflicted in lots of different ways. Up to now I’ve really enjoyed everything. But, this whole thing with Tyrion and the way he can zoom around, arrive exactly where he wants, when he wants with however many people he wants, the Laken thing,
    the half Elf who can paralyse over 100000 goblins just by appearing. Yes, yes… skills, racial memories, PSTD and so on, but it really feels artificial, whereas up to know everything just flowed.
    Using these devices to achieve certain plot targets? Let’s see what comes nxt.

  32. I will admit that I had hoped Rags would become part of the empire.
    Also not a big fan of poison gas, aka weopons of mass destruction, prohibited by the geneva convention – not that it applies in innworld, but it nonetheless informs my view.

    So these chapters were hard for me to read.

    However, other than that I really liked them. Inworld is full of struggle and death, and war, and limited information leading to sub-optimal decisions. And treachery. Also characters making what I consider bad choices, or what I consider unethical choices while they are weighed down with the burden of leadership. That is all part of the story.

    And in Innworld, where important figures define their sides with their skills and levels, it makes sense that the whole side will work to keep singular individuals alive.
    Like Benier and Witchipoo working to save Dureen, and the hobs working to save Pyrite, and snapjaw hustling Reiss away from the Kingslayer, and a few dozen updates ago, Magnolia blowing three artifacts to try to save Zel.
    The whole construct of this world is that high power individuals , and those with rare and valuable skills, are hugely important, and can make or break the survival of a tribe, city, nation, empire, speecies, etc.
    Given that environment, working to save the key folks in totally rational and should happen constantly – so the “plot armor” is part of the world, not just a cheap literary device.

    Plus, I would have hated for dureen and Pyrite to kill one another. I like Durene, and Pyrite is my favorite philosopher-warrior.

    Notwithstanding the foreshadowing, including the existance of leader skiills that let entire goblin tribes or military units move faster than normal, I was still pretty flabbergasted by the Veltras intervention.
    And to the extent that he was involved in the peace-talk-treachery (which seems likely) my opinion of him is reduced thereby. How is that better tha, employing assassins?
    I was previously giving him some benefit of the doubt because of Yitton Byres views of the man. notwithstanding his uncharitable desire for fighting in the suburbs to adversely impact magnolias political clout, and his apparent hatred of drakes.

    Ah well, lots of plot and character development underway.

  33. I think most of the commenters complaining about events occurring within TWI may need to take a step back and realize that they may not be interpreting the situation as it is. If you’ve followed the serial up to this point, you ought to know that the majority of what pirateaba writes does make sense in the grand scheme of things. We’re only observing the tip of the iceberg. My personal suggestion would be to re-examine the situation and comment in hindsight, after having seen between the lines, instead of speed-reading the chapter and subsequently slamming the keyboard in a fit of indignant rage over the flawed assumption that what you believe is logical and right should be forced upon others.

    • Laken, though blind, has always seen farther and better than anyone else in this story. I’m willing to withhold condemnation of his actions there until I have a better understanding of why he did what he did there.

      • Yes he has. Did Ryoku tell him the negative influence the class system can have on a person? Seems one striving for clarity of thought should know of any undue influences.

  34. ” I’ve decided that watching Smallville is bad for my mental health. Seriously. It’s like Buffy the Vampire Slayer — does every episode have to have horrible things happen without any good spots? And I thought The Wandering Inn got tough at times. Imagine if every chapter was Erin being horribly stabbed and having her best friends get mad at her and general horribleness.”
    Pirataba, 2.02G May21, 2017
    Yeah, just imagine.

    • That was pretty much Erin all the time, until she got the antineum to rebuild her inn. Actually even after. It’s like, a lot of horrible things happen and than one good event resets the status quoe as better than before… from which point more horrible things happen, repeat, repeat.
      But you know who don’t get the victory resets? The side characters. Poor fellows.
      Like I’ve tried recommending the story to some of my friends but they where really turned off by the constant grimderp. Killing the first golbin Chieften was a phirryc victory at best and it didn’t feel like it got any better from there on. And we all know that the goblin who invaded the inn ain’t even close to being the worst things that has happened to her.

      • Eh, it’s really a stretch to call this “grimderp.” This isn’t Worm, or even worse, Twig. And really, Erin May have faced a lot of challenges, but she’s not really had that much bad happen to her. Like you said, the side characters have been much worse off. Like Yvlon, with the metal bonded to her, or Ceria, with the bone arm.

        • It may not be Worm, but it’s getting there. Unrelenting darkness with no hope amd every single power player chasing the wrong tail or using genocides to promote themselves and using all inter-world travelers as clueless pawns, rubes and patsies gets tiring when it never ever ends. Hope is necessary to keep people from quitting. Heck, I’m starting to ponder giving it up right now unless Ilvriss or Laken get a serious shakabuku (short sharp kick to the ego that changes world views) up their keisters. Heck, someone needs to tell Laken he’s acting like a 1930s German leader right now, talking about another sapient race as “insects that must be purged”. If he starts talking about “lebensraum” and setting up camps for nonhumans to be “dealt with” I’ll quit reading.

  35. That was really hard to read. Who am I rooting for in this chapter? Rags and her goblins are the only ones who feel morally in the clear, and they get completely screwed.

    Laken has this horrible realization that he’s been treating sentient people like monsters and decides to double down on it because his girlfriend got killed while she was in the middle of murdering other sentient beings. The mistake with the message spells being unverified kiiiinda makes sense because he’s new, but literally none of his advisors have ever heard of that either? Lady Rie, who employs a mage to send Message spells? Nobody?

    Is the thing where Arcsinger auto-wins any goblin confrontation at all foreshadowed? Why didn’t she just teleport into the goblin camp and kill the Lord before all of this started?

    Tyrion, the dude who appears to be the biggest asshole, wins on all counts. Really hard to read.

  36. “The Hob lifted his battleaxe and swung it at the first {Humans} holding a tower shield.”
    {Humans} -> {Human}?

    “And then Beniar {has} to twist in his saddle or be impaled on an enchanted spear aimed for his belly.”
    {has} -> {had}

    “He turned, ready to slash across the Humans {now their right flank was gone.”
    {now their} -> {now that their}?

    “Durene {felt} as the Humans and Hobs fell around her.”
    {felt} -> {fell}

    “There {was} no words, just rage.”
    {was} -> {were}

    “It wasn’t a victory everywhere, but the numerical superiority of the Humans had failed before the {Goblin’s} superior tactics and experience.”

    “They ran and ran as the Humans descended on them. Pyrite stared at the Humans as he ran.”
    Extra space between sentences.

    “Just a hand’s {breath} away from his chest.”
    {breath} -> {breadth}

  37. Late to the party but honestly, I find a lot of the comments in these ‘Laken vs Rags’ chapters so far to be kinda silly. This is definitely an emotionally trying storyline and the whole situation with Laken and Rags is tragic as hell. That doesn’t mean the characters or the writing is bad. I 100% understand both of their perspectives on this.

    How the hell was Laken supposed to know the Goblins were anything but mindless, evil beasts? Why wouldn’t Rags be ready to kill in order to protect her people? At least she tried to sue for peace, and it might have worked if not for whoever sent the fake orders to Wiskeria.

    As for the complaint that Tyrion’s sudden arrival is too convenient, I mean…*shrug*. It was foreshadowed and built up pretty well if you ask me.

  38. So, after binging through 5 books and loving pretty much all of it, this chapter felt so bad I had to leave a comment, even knowing that it’s way too late to matter.

    The way Laken acted is bizarre. Even if he thinks Durene is dead, it would have made far more sense for him to repay Rag’s treachery with some of his own, and let her go only to hunt her down and get revenge later, rather than throw his life away. Honestly I felt like he should have just died right there, him outrunning carn wolves and evading crossbow bolts until Tyrion ex Machina arrived was silly.

    But what really felt wrong was Tyrion’s role in all of this. This goes beyond a lack of foreshadowing- this plot puts a Xanatos gambit to shame. Arcsinger can apparently 1v140k goblins even though ‘goblins are always afraid’ so apparently they never mattered to begin with and Tyrion didn’t even need to be with his assembled army. Or have an army for that matter. So he rides away, having predicted not only that Rag’s was going to leave the city to hold Laken at gunpoint for peace, and that Wiskeria wouldn’t wait 5 minutes for an explanation for an insane order, but having predicted when Rags’d get there down to the minute (without knowing what skills she had), and how many warriors she’d have brought with her, and that Laken would refuse peace and instead throw his life away so he’d need to be saved instead of, say, needing to think about it for 5 minutes? There are so many ways this could have gone so horribly wrong it makes him seem impossibly lucky rather than brilliant.

    Again, I’ve been in love with the story up until this point, and I’d be okay with Rags and Laken finding some miserable end between them due to happenstance, but this all felt very contrived.

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