[center][h1]A Familiar Stench[/h1][/center]
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An ominous smoke rises from the south east foothills within dwarven territory, a smell rank with death and decay fills the air and with it the sound of steel rubbing against steel and a strong stomping march. The dwarves of the southern keep have sent a company to investigate the foul source, they were not prepared for the horror they would find.

Their march ceased suddenly with a fist clasped in dwarven metal raised as high as a dwarf could raise. “By Fhorn…” He gasped, “This is a disaster!” A dwarven brass beard gazed upon a farming village in flames, the villagers found dead not too far from the smoldering heap, their necks hung from trees and others with heads on pikes, others still disemboweled and left as food for the crows and vultures. The brass beard turned towards his men and practically barked his orders, 

“SEARCH FOR WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE! I WANT THEIR HEADS ON A PIKE WHEN YOU COME BACK!” his company of fifty men strong now scoured the area to find the enemy.

Hours go by, but their search turns up nothing but dead bodies, “We’ve found a few bodies.” one dwarf said as they heaved the body forward to present to their captain, “Bloody Goblins… Probably a small warband; you lads and I both know that small is an understatement.”

The war of tunnels ended many years ago, goblin raids from surviving goblin encampments are a grim reminder that though they have earned their mountain home, the goblin raiders that survived around them are still a threat. Goblins are not particularly strong creatures nor are they large in size and in small numbers they are not very menacing; this is a big reason as to why people regard them as being less than a threat to their society. The dwarves know better than anyone what threat the goblins pose. Before Dunfender dwarves settled onto the dragonspine mountain ranges the dragonspine was avoided, the sheer number of goblin raids made it impossible to settle onto the foothills. The dwarves thought differently, they settled into the mountain and fought for every inch.

The war of tunnels ended after three hundred years and Goblins were driven off the mountains, nearly a hundred years later the dwarves continue to grow and expand, and the Goblins continue to drift farther and farther away from their capital, this doesn’t mean however that they aren’t a threat to be wary of.

“I need five dwarves here now! We need to get reinforcements to the south east.” Upon his order, five dwarves meet with the brass beard. “I need the five of you to bring word back to the south eastern keep, we need more dwarves to clear this area on the double lads!”

The dwarves in front of him simply nod and start their trek up the mountain to inform the south eastern keep. Goblins were nothing to jest about to the dwarves, they’ve suffered more than anyone at the hands of the goblin hordes. They must snuff out the remainder of the goblins in the area lest they grow in number and become an innumerable host.