The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 8 – Missing Goblins

Another two weeks had passed and Urzkhal and his warriors had made their way towards the goblins’ base camp. Scouts moved ahead of the main group to ensure they did not run into any elves. The scouts ran into a handful of elves, all male, and the elves were killed before they could alert others. Urzkhal felt lucky that so far, they had not run into any large contingent of elves. 

The night prior, Urzkhal had decided to make camp in a small wooded area where they would hopefully not be seen by anyone that was passing by. Radelia and Haera had spent most of the night strung up under a tree being whipped and fucked. Urzkhal let his warriors have their fun. Morale was important. For most of the night, the two captured elf maidens were fucked and abused. Finally, in the early morning, the last of the orcs went to sleep and the two beaten, ravaged elf maidens were left strung up, covered in blood, sweat, and cum.  They were finally allowed to rest, as best they could.  But Radelia and Haera only got a couple hours to recover. When the sun began to rise, Urzkhal went to fetch the two slaves and found them hanging limp from their bindings.

As soon as the sun had started to warm the air, the flies had found them too, attracted to their sweat, the blood on their backs and asses, and the sticky messes between their legs. The flies were biting at them but the two elf maidens barely reacted. They were at their breaking point. Radelia and Haera were starting to smell quite rank, but Urzkhal thought that was good for them. It helped humble them and reinforce what they were now, mere animals.

Urzkhal untied Radelia and Haera and they collapsed to the ground. “You stink,” Urzkhal said to them crossly, as if it was their fault. “Come, there is a stream nearby.” Radelia and Haera were too weak and too sore to walk so they crawled, following Urzkhal. When they reached the stream, he pointed to it. “Bathe, sluts,” he commanded. The two elf maidens were eager to wash away the blood and sweat and cum, but they were even more thirsty. The crouched at the edge of the water and thirstily drank. Then they waded into the freezing water and washed themselves as best they could.

“Hurry it up sluts!” Urzkhal yelled and Radelia and Haera finished up. The water had revived them a little and they were able to walk, just barely. The followed Urzkhal back to the camp of orcs.

An orc set bowls of slave gruel in front of them. “Eat,” Urzkhal commanded. “You need your strength. If you slow us down, you will be whipped some more and not the playful whipping you received last night.” Radelia and Haera considered their prior whippings anything but playful. They quickly knelt down in front of their bowls and ate.

The two slaves were only given a few minutes and then they were gagged and leashed. And the orcs were off again. They walked half a day and they reached their destination that had been marked on the map. It was a house the goblins had taken. Urzkhal knew it had been the slave Phelorna’s home and that her mother was still here as a captive of the goblins. Urzkhal would not mention to the mother when he saw her what had happened to her daughter. She may be a slave now but there was no reason to be unnecessarily cruel. Of course, Urzkhal had shown the young slave mercy and saved her from two terrible fates, being sent to a labor camp or spending the rest of her life in a fuck pit. But Urzkhal knew the mother would not likely see his mercy as real mercy. She had still been reduced to a collection of holes for orcs to fuck.

The orcs reached the home and they waited outside while Urzkhal went inside. It was empty, which was strange. The goblins were supposed to be here. He stepped outside and ordered his men to search for the goblins. They almost immediately came upon two piles of dirt behind the house, one small and the other large. The orcs found a pair of shovels and they brought Radelia and Haera over to the pile. “Dig,” Urzkhal commanded them. The two elves were sore and exhausted but they knew better than to do anything but obey, so they quickly got to work, starting with the small pile of dirt first. The shoveled away the dirt and dug into the earth a couple feet when suddenly Radelia’s eyes lit up in surprise.

“What is it, slut?” Urzkhal asked.

“Master, there is a dead elf here,” Radelia said.

Urzkhal nodded. “Aye, the goblins killed the male that lived here. I am guessing that is him. Well start with the bigger pile.” Radelia and Haera started digging again. Urzkhal moved close so he could see. But he was pretty sure he already knew what they would find. The two elves did not get far when they reached the first body. That of a goblin. In all, there were 12 bodies of goblins that had been tossed into the common grave.

“Fuck, what happened here?” Urzkhal growled. “These goblins were our only lead to the centaurs!”

Suddenly, there was a shout. Urzkhal turned and saw orcs coming from the direction of the barn. Some orcs had exited the barn and walking with them was a goblin. “This goblin is named Mudnose.” He knows what happened!” one of the orcs said.

“I am so glad you finally came!” Mudnose said. “I figured I would wait here until orcs showed up. We have to get back my friends!”

“Tell me what happened,” Urzkhal said calmly.

Mudnose told them about the elf warriors that had down up and killed and captured all the other goblins. “I was in the barn when the humans showed and by the time I realized what had happened it was too late,” he explained. “So, I stayed hidden in the barn but watched them from a window. I saw them leave with our leader and two other of my friends, so I tailed them and found out where they took them. They took them to some small fort near a small elven village. It is not far from here. Only a couple days’ walk.  And then I snuck back here to wait for you. I can show you where they are! We can get my friends back!”

Urzkhal was not terribly concerned with the goblins’ fate. “Where are the centaurs?” he asked.

Mudnose shook his head. “I am not sure. The goblins that found them were killed. But those goblins had told Ucherg about the centaurs; he was our leader. Ucherg is one of the goblins the elves took.”

Urzkhal nodded. It seemed he would need to rescue these goblins after all to learn the location of the centaurs. “Then you will take us to where they are being held.” He turned to his men. “Orcs, it looks like we will soon have our first raid of this campaign.”

………………..

Back at the orcs’ war camp at the portal, all of the members of the Council of the Horde had arrived. It consisted of Grimnor, as the war chieftain of the entire horde, and 16 chieftains of the most powerful and prominent orc clans: Omgum Boldsword of the Burning Blade Clan, Ohlzash Stormtask of the Blood Wrecker Clan, Kordoth Tuskthunder of the Dread Tusk Clan, Orgzul Stoutbeast of the Ear Ripper Clan, Travdurg Sharptooth of the Crazed Legion Clan, Krahlzaga Battleforce of the Red Axe Clan, Sigtog’reld Deadbasher of the Mad Wolf Clan, Grugol Eagerslayer of the Hell Maul Clan, Ranzumzuk Tuskheart of the Shattered Skull Clan, Thrarn Bonefang of the Rage Roar Clan, Hagger Axechains of the Savage Spirit Clan, Thahlash Starkfang of the Dark Fury Clan, Rimek Keensnarl of the Iron Claw Clan, Throgmol Strongblade of the Hell Raiders Clan, and Grargar Strongbeast of the Grim Bringer Clan. Grimnor was the chieftain of the other clan on the Council, the Blood Fang Clan. But because Grimnor had been elected War Chieftain by the Council, the Blood Fangs were represented on the Council by the 2nd in command of that clan, Grakam Madfang.

The Council had assembled at the war camp near the portal. Also in attendance were other orcs and goblins that Grimnor had invited to participate because of their knowledge and expertise: Vagrat Shrillmaw, the goblin lord who had been in charge of intelligence gathering and scouting in Elevosia; Gnarlug, the goblin who was in charge of interrogations of captured elves; and Zurdras Hellbinder, one of the most powerful warlocks of the horde who was Grimnor’s close ally.

The meeting had not yet started but the orcs and goblins were seated around a long table that had been set up in the camp and elf slaves were serving them. Miriella currently had her lips wrapped around Grugol Eagerslayer’s cock, her head bobbing up and down as she licked and sucked away. She had already serviced a number of other orcs on the council; her face was covered in the cum of Hagger Axechains and Sigtog'reld Deadbasher, and she had swallowed the cum of Travdurg Sharptooth. Throgmol Stongblade’s cum was leaking down her thigh.

Phelorna was on the lap of Ranzumzuk Tuskheart, bouncing up and down on his cock. The cum of Omgum Boldsword was oozing down her thigh, who had fucked her before Ranzumzuk got use of her mouth, and the cum of Zurdras Hellbinder was oozing from her ass. Other elf slaves were similarly serving and giving pleasure to the assembled orcs and goblins.

But finally, it was time for the meeting to begin. Grimnor rose and explained for the assembled council Xorakk’s defiance of Grimnor’s commands and that in his ambition, had marched too soon on the elves and been defeated. He explained that the elves had then marched on the portal and nearly taken it but the heroics of Urzkhal and the arrival of Grimnor had turned the tide and they had beaten the elves back.

“That was almost 2 months ago,” Grimnor said. “And in that time, Urzkhal and I have addressed Xorakk’s mistakes. The camp and portal are now fortified and protected and we are working on a solution for the elves’ cavalry.”

When Grimnor finished, Kordoth Tuskthunder rose and spoke. “If Xorakk could not be trusted with such a critical task, then why was he given that task? We elected you to lead our horde into battle Grimnor, not Xorakk. Why was it not you who was leading our warriors in our initial campaign here, which was so critical?”

Before Grimnor could respond, Omgum Boldsword rose to speak. “I do not blame Grimnor for Xorakk’s terrible error. We all knew Xorakk and he was a battle-tested and skilled general. Grimnor had every right to trust him. His foolishness was a surprise to us all.  And Grimnor was rallying the horde, an equally critical task.” He paused and then continued. “But the question is, what do we do now? The elves have shown themselves to be a much mightier foe than puny humans. We must be more cautious, or we will lose many more orcs to their cavalry.”

Grimnor started listing the various ideas and tactics that Urzkhal had devised to counter the elves’ cavalry. He ended by discussing Urzkhal’s mission to capture the centaurs.

“So, we are supposed to head to war against this formidable foe based on the vague description by goblins of some creatures that supposedly will be useful against the elves’ cavalry?” Krahlzaga Battleforce said. “We know nothing about these centaurs or their usefulness in battle. And all the other ideas you spouted off do not sound to me like they will provide a decisive counter to the elves’ cavalry. At best, it will reduce our casualties somewhat. Maybe not much at all. How can I ask my warriors to be led to possible slaughter based on these vague assurances and ideas?”

“And we know about the cavalry. What of their weapons we do not know about? We know they have magic for instance,” Grargar Strongbeast said.

“We have scouts and spies everywhere and we have seen no evidence that the elves wield powerful magic,” Vagrat said.

“The same scouts and spies that didn’t know about the cavalry?” Kordoth said. “Yet again Grimnor, it seems your folly is in trusting others to critically important tasks.”

Both Vagrat and Grimnor glared at Kordoth. Grimnor had expected this from Kordoth. It was clear the orc was trying to undermine him. Perhaps he had ambitious to be the new war chieftain.

“The goblins were not yet scouting most of Elevosia. We had not yet sent the goblins deep into the elves’ land because the mission was to simply secure our location around this camp, and scout the area immediately surrounding the Great Forest,” Grimnor said. “And yes, I made a mistake in trusting Xorakk, who disobeyed my orders. But he is now dead, and we have corrected course.”

“And as for the magic you mentioned, we have interrogated several priestesses,” Gnarlug added. “They have knowledge of magic and mystical arts for peaceful purposes, like improving their crop yield or creating healing potions. There is no evidence they can wield magic for purposes of war or battle.”

“I have seen the information that Gnarlug and Vagrat’s goblins have provided,” Zurdras said. “The elves we have captured do not wield or have knowledge of magic that is very powerful. Of course, we cannot say for sure that other elves do not wield more powerful magic and the elves we have interrogated are simply not aware of it.”

Rimek Keensnarl rose. “Ages ago, before we increased our strength and dominance over the humans, we would lay siege to their cities and demand they provide us a certain number of females every year or we would destroy them and take all their women. It benefitted both races. We avoided having to lose countless warriors trying to take their cities, and the humans avoided total destruction. It was not until we achieved complete dominance of the humans that we were able to just sack and pillage their cities and take all their females. We do not enjoy such dominance over these elves, clearly. Perhaps we can do as we did with the humans long ago and force them into giving us slaves to avoid greater destruction. It sounds like the one elven kingdom has already approached us for some sort of arrangement.” 

The orcs all turned towards Laerdya. She was leashed and on all fours at the feet of two slavers. Cum was spilling down her lips and chin, down her back, and from her cunt and ass down her thighs. She had been used hard by many members of the Council before the meeting. They all enjoyed breaking in a newly-enslaved princess.

“Yes, this one was sent with an offer. Slave, what is it your sister was offering us?” Rimek Keensnarl asked.

“I do not kn…” Laerdya began but then she was backhanded hard across her face by one of the slavers.

“You are a slave, address your orc Masters as a slave should!” the slaver barked angrily.

“Masters, I do not know the details of what my sister is planning to offer you,” Laerdya whimpered.

“Take that one away and whip her so that she remembers better that she is a slave.” Grimnor growled. The slaver nodded and kicked Laerdya between her parted thighs to get her moving, and a sobbing Laerdya began crawling away with the slaver, fearing the lashing she knew she was about to receive.

When she was gone, Grimnor turned back to the Council. “You would have us show weakness and make deals with these elves? We did not come to this world to make deals! We came to plunder it!” Grimnor said.

“It is not a show of weakness to surround elven cities and make them surrender to us a few thousand of their wives and daughters,” Rimek said. “And what of this breeding potion? If we take a few thousand elves, we can breed them. In a few decades we will have more slaves than we can ever need.”

Throgmol Strongblade rose next. “You all sound like cowards,” he snapped. “It is a show of weakness to approach these elves and make demands! It makes us look weak! But the problem is we already look weak because of the mistakes that have been made that allowed the elves to embarrass us!” He turned and glared at Grimnor as he finished.

Grimnor glared back. He realized he should have expected as much. Throgmol had been one of the other two orcs considered for war chieftain before Grimnor was ultimately selected

And then the other of the two orcs who had unsuccessfully tried for war chieftain against Grimnor stood up, Orgzul Stoutbeast of the Ear Ripper Clan. Grimnor felt his blood boiling. It seemed many on the council were trying to use what had happened to undermine him.

“All I here from many of you is cowardice and conniving,” he snapped. “Grimnor is right. We are orcs! We conquer and we plunder. We do not sign treaties and deals with lesser races. And Grimnor made no errors here. The very fact that the elves were a potentially worthy foe is why he focused on the most important task, which was rallying the entire horde. We have grown complacent dealing with the puny humans for so long. The horde has not had to unite against a serious foe for generations. And we would not have all come together as one force based on tales on fantastical tales of elf cunt if Grimnor had sent liaisons to rally us. It needed to be Grimnor himself to convince us that this world was real and that we all needed to come together to take this world. And yet some of you here would undermine that cause with your silly bickering and scheming.”

Grimnor was very pleasantly surprised at Orgzul’s strong defense. Orgzul and Grimnor were by no means enemies but had had their differences in the past. Orgzul continued. “We elected Grimnor as our war chieftain. It is not this Council’s job to manage the war. It is his. So, everyone shut up and let Grimnor do his job so that we can get to fighting and I can get some elf ears.”

“But it is my job as chief of the Dread Tusk Clan to tell my warriors whether to march into this world. And I will not ask them to march to their deaths on a foolhardy mission.” Kordoth said bitterly.

“Then the Dread Tusk Clan is not as fierce as they once were, if they are afraid to fight these elves” Orgzul snapped. “If you disagree with Grimnor, then challenge him. If you kill him, then we will select a new war chieftain that perhaps is more in agreement with your position. If he kills you, then the Dread Tusks can elect a new chief who will lead his warriors to battle with the rest of us. But if you are not challenging Grimnor then shut up and fall in line. If you are then draw your blade. But know you will have to go through me first.”

Orgzul and Kordoth glared at each other. Orgzul had just accused Kordoth of cowardice in front of the entire council. But then Kordoth glanced at the necklace of severed ears around Orgzul’s neck. Kordoth knew that Orgzul was likely the fiercest fighter of all the orcs around the table, and he did not want his ear added to Orgzul’s necklace after it was cut from his lifeless head.

“I am not challenging Grimnor or suggesting he should be replaced,” Kordoth snapped. “But we on the council have the right to be consulted and have our concerns answered.”

Travdurg Sharptooth quickly rose and spoke, trying to ease the tension. “I think it is important to recognize that if this one elven kingdom wanted to make a deal with us, they are clearly scared of us. This queen is supposedly the head of the mightiest elven kingdom of this world.” He laughed. “A supposedly mighty kingdom but it is lead by a cunt. And so strong yet she sends her own blood here as a slave. The elves are scared and with reason. They have never faced an enemy like us, not for millennia.”

“But that foe they faced back then were orcs. And they vanquished those orcs from their world,” Ranzumzuk Tuskheart said.

“And we should avenge those orcs by killing every male elf in the world and enslaving every female!” Grakam Madfang said. “We have no reason to make a deal with these elves now. We should stick with Grimnor’s plan.”

“I agree,” Ohlzash Stormtask said. “We should trust in the War Chieftain. And we should wait and see what these centaurs are and how useful they are.”

“I agree as well,” Thrarn Bonefang said.

“As do I,” Hagger Axechains added.

“As do I,” Thahlash said. The remaining orcs, even Kordoth, then quickly fell in line and agreed to follow Grimnor and defer to his strategy,

Grimnor nodded. It seemed that most of the council was behind him for the moment. But he knew any more devastating losses to the elves could change the council’s sentiment quickly and give his rivals something to hang him on. He prayed Urzkhal’s mission was a success and these centaurs proved useful.

But of course, Grimnor also had a backup plan.  There was a reason the Council had chosen Grimnor over Orgzul or Throgmol as War Chieftain years ago.  Back then, both Orgzul or Throgmol were probably more renowned than Grimnor as skilled fighters and war tacticians.  But the Council had likely chosen Grimnor over them because he had a shrewdness about him that the other two had not.  And Grimnor always had a backup plan.

With the dwindling human population, Grimnor knew that the survival of the Orc Horde was absolutely dependent on acquiring more slaves.  And if the elves proved too strong to conquer completely and they eventually drove the orcs from this world, the orcs still needed a way to obtain many thousands, if not tens of thousands of slaves, just to survive.  But Rimek was not the only orc to consider the possibility of breeding the elves.  Grimnor’s backup plan was a now side project by him and Urzkhal.  A special elf breeding camp had been set up in Aegor, adjacent to one of their female camps for breeding and the rearing of young orcs.  Grimnor and Urzkhal just needed to find more of the elves’ breeding potion.  And enough elf apothecarists who knew how to produce their breeding potion.

………………..

King Vamir sat in his council room. He was in shock. Surrounding him were representatives of each of the 12 largest elven kingdoms. Some kingdoms had sent their highest-ranking ambassadors. Some kings or queens had sent one of their sons or daughters or a sibling. A couple kings and queens had even shown up themselves to represent their kingdoms. Vamir had presented his proposal for an alliance of all the elven kingdoms to wage a united front against the orcish threat. At first, the representatives of the elven kingdoms around the table seemed amenable to the idea.

But then Prince Hastios of Alyoshara had spoken, announcing that his sister, newly crowned as Alyoshara’s ruler, had made the decision not to join into an alliance at his time. Vamir had pressed him, arguing that before he had died, Prince Hastios’s father, King Delmuth, had written back and forth with Vamir and was fully supportive of the idea. “My father is dead. My sister is Queen now. And we cannot commit to an alliance in a war with orcs until we understand more about the orcish threat,” Hastios replied.

Alyoshara was the most powerful kingdom in Elevosia. And as soon as they backed out, the other kingdoms walked back their own commitments. No one wanted to wage war against the orcs and risk drawing the ire of the orcs to their own kingdoms if Alyoshara was sitting it out. Only King Aquilan of Kahshara agree to fully support Argothrond in any war, and Kahshara was already working closely with Argothrond, taking some of the prisoners captured from Salelenor to interrogate. But it appeared it would be only two united kingdoms against the orcish threat. Like that, Vamir’s plan for a grand alliance of the elves had evaporated.

“We do not even know what the orcs are planning next. We do not even know if they will choose to attack your kingdom, King Vamir,” King Simimar or the Kingdom of Onnathyr said. “We should wait and see what the orcs plan next and where they attack before we make plans. Until then, we must all keep our armies in our own kingdom, to protect our citizens in case it is our kingdoms the orcs choose to attack.”

King Vamir frowned. Simimar was right in that they did not know for sure what kingdom would be attacked next. But Argothrond had suffered the brunt of orc attacks so far. And Argothrond had just slaughtered many hundreds of orcs. Vamir knew the chances were high that the orcs would attack his kingdom.

The ambassador of the kingdom of Thelnehone seemed to expect the same. “If they do attack Argothrond, King Vamir, we will send you food and supplies to help you repel the attack,” he said. His level of commitment was obvious to Vamir. The ambassador had offered “food and supplies,” not “warriors.”

The meeting ended and all of the elves made their diplomatic farewells and departed. Vamir sat in the council room, pale-faced, in shock that his plan had crumbled so unexpectedly. Queen Velatha had been seated behind her husband during the meeting. She rose and stepped over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “They will change their minds if one of their kingdoms is attacked next,” she said. “They do not appreciate the threat now but they will when the orcs attack. You will get your alliance and we will beat the orcs back.” But neither Vamir nor Velatha spoke the terrible fear that was running through their minds. The orcs would come for their kingdom first.

(End of Part 8, to be continued...)

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