The Tale of Urzkhal: Part 4 – Gathering Intel on the Enemy

It was night time. Osonia was in the family barn with Ucherg and Toadbrain. The two goblins had killed one of the goats and were making Osonia butcher it to get all the meat. It was a task Osonia had done countless times on the farm. But that night felt anything but routine. She did not normally work the farm while naked, collared, and with goblin cum oozing down her thighs. Osonia was so filled with fear and dread that she felt like she was about to throw up. Her terror for the moment stemmed from the fact that she had been forced to leave Phelorna alone in their home with the other four goblins. Her daughter had already been violated by Prebneegz and Geetnirt. And Osonia had narrowly saved Phelorna from being violated again by all of the goblins by begging them to fuck her instead. But now Osonia was stuck in the barn and her daughter was alone with the remaining goblins and defenseless.

The barn door opened. A pair of goblins walked in. Osonia did not recognize them; they were two new additions. “Nob said we could find you in here, Ucherg,” the first goblin said. Osonia had surmised that Ucherg was the leader of the band of goblins.  The goblin continued. “We found the wild horses. Or at least one herd of them. It was only a couple dozen adults or so.”

“Not enough to matter,” Ucherg grumbled. He turned to Osonia. “We were told there are wild horses in this region. How many are there?”

“I don’t know. A few hundred, I imagine. Maybe more? They are much further west I think,” Osonia replied in her trembling voice.

“We were west and we captured an elf and interrogated him,” the goblin said. “Before we killed him, we asked why there were so few elves in this region. And he said something about the elves’ agreement with the ‘Mauta.’ But we were too rough with the elf and he died before he could explain what the Mauta are.”

Ucherg turned to Osonia again. “What are the Mauta, slave?” he asked.

“The Mauta are a tribe of centaurs. They live in the Mauta Forest to the west, and by agreement, the elves do not encroach on their land,” Osonia answered.

“What the fuck are centaurs?” Ucherg asked.

Before Osonia could respond, a muffled cry rang out. It was coming from the house. Osonia spun around, staring in the direction of the house, her eyes filled with terror. “Grab that goat meat and take it to the house,” Ucherg commanded. “Then you can tell us about centaurs.” He clipped a leash to Osonia’s collar and yanked it. She picked up the tray of meat and headed back to the house, her heart pounding in her chest. She was desperate to get back in the house to see Phelorna.

When Osonia stepped into the house, she noticed right away that more goblins had arrived. There were a dozen goblins in the home. They were in a circle around Prebneegz, Mudnose, and Phelorna. When Osonia saw Phelorna, she let out a dismayed wail and dropped the tray of goat meat.

Phelorna was on her hands and knees on the floor. Kneeling behind her with his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy was Prebneegz. And standing in front of her with his cock stuffed in her mouth was Mudnose. Both were roughly thrusting away into Osonia’s distraught and whimpering daughter.

Osonia tried to run to her daughter but Toadbrain grabbed her arm. “Leave her alone!” Osonia screamed in a rage as she started thrashing around, trying to free herself from Toadbrain’s grip. The goblin snarled angrily and punched Osonia hard in the stomach, doubling her over. He grabbed her hair and yanked her upright again and then backhanded her hard across the face, and then again across her other cheek. A stunned Osonia fell to her knees.

Before she could recover and react, Ucherg grabbed her hair and yanked her up. He took her over to the table and bent he over it so that her ass was jutting out in the air and she was facing Phelorna, forced to watch her being ravaged by Prebneegz and Mudnose.

Ucherg grabbed his slave whip and brought it down hard across Osonia’s ass, causing her to scream out in pain. Five more times he struck her ass until she was sobbing. “You better start accepting that both you and your daughter are now slaves to be fucked whenever we please, or I will whip your daughter after my friends are all done fucking her,” Ucherg snarled. Defeated, and trying to avoid more pain for her daughter, Osonia stopped resisting and fell limp against the table. She watched through her tear-filled eyes as Prebneegz and Mudnose roughly fucked Phelorna. Phelorna’s tear-streaked face was buried in Mudnose’s crotch, his hands roughly grabbing her hair, her throat bulging as his cock slid in and out of it. Her body was jerking as Prebneegz roughly fucked her from behind, one hand on her hips and the other slapping her ass repeatedly. Every time he drove forward, Phelorna lurched forward, forcing Mudnose’s cock deeper down her throat.

Osonia’s attention was briefly diverted from her daughter when she felt her legs forced apart and a cock pressed against her pussy lips. With a grunt, Ucherg buried his cock into Osonia’s pussy. She was in such a state of shock from seeing her daughter being ravaged that she barely reacted as Ucherg grabbed her hips and began thrusting away.

Osonia’s eyes were locked on her daughter. But then Toadbrain appeared in front of her, partially blocking her view of Phelorna. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed his cock against her lips. “Suck,” he commanded. When Osonia did not immediately comply, Toadbrain roughly slapped her. She opened her lips and Toadbrain pushed his cock into her mouth. Knowing what she was required to do, and knowing that every goblin she got off might be a goblin that might not to ravage her daughter at that moment, Osonia began licking and sucking.

For several minutes, the four goblins ravaged the cunts and mouths of the two elf maidens, to the loud cheers of the other goblins in the home. Then finally, with a loud grunt, Prebneegz groaned and pumped his seed deep into Phelorna’s body. A second later, Mudnose filled her mouth with his cum. The two goblins pulled their cocks from Phelorna and she collapsed onto the floor.

But she was allowed no respite. Another goblin jumped in to take their place. He pushed Phelorna onto her back. He climbed on top of her, using one of his clawed hands to begin roughly groping and fondling her small breasts. Settling between her spread legs he drove his cock into her pussy, earning a wail from Osonia as she watched. Osonia could only see part of what was happening, with Toadbrain in front of her and fucking her mouth. But she could see enough. Osonia sobbed, completely distraught to see her daughter being ravaged, and knowing she was helpless to prevent it.

As Toadbrain and Ucherg pounded Osonia from both ends, the goblin on top of Phelorna roughly pounded her. Another goblin stepped over to Phelorna, grabbing her hand and placing it around his cock. He started moving her hand up and down, teaching her how to jerk off a cock. He pulled his hand away and Phelorna stopped, too focused on the orc on top of her, violently thrusting into her. But the goblin began slapping her. He once again took her hand in his and began to slowly jerk his cock. She got the message and started jerking him off on her own.

Toadbrain groaned and started spewing his cum into Osonia’s mouth, forcing her to swallow it all. Ucherg groaned as he came as well. As soon as they pulled out of her mouth and cunt, they were replaced by two more goblins. The goblin behind her decided to fuck Osonia’s ass, causing renewed whimpers from her through the new cock shoved in her mouth.

As the goblin fucking Phelorna finished inside her and rolled off her body, the goblin she was jerking off grabbed her hand again and pulled her away. He reached down and flipped her onto her belly and then grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into the air. When Phelorna felt his hardened cock sliding between her ass cheeks and pressing against her anus she wailed, “No please not there!” Her pleas were ignored. With a thrust of his hips, the goblin buried his cock in Phelorna’s ass. A loud scream erupted from Phelorna as she felt the cock ramming into her ass. Her body arched up and she began sobbing uncontrollably, each hard thrust into her ass causing another high-pitched wail to emit from her.

Another goblin decided to shut her up and he stepped over and drove his cock into her mouth. Grabbing her head, he began thrusting, fucking her throat until she was gagging and drool was spilling down her chin.

Over and over, mother and daughter were fucked, some of the goblins going in for seconds and thirds. The two elf maidens were being taught a hard lesson about what it meant to be a slave and how they no longer had any rights and had no say on how their bodies were used

When the goblins had finally gotten their full, both Phelorna and Osonia lay limp, covered in cum and sweat. The goblins made them kneel as slaves and both alves stared down between their open legs at the cum oozing from their ravaged holes onto the floor. It was another stark reminder of what they were now. The goblins made them use their mouths to clean off all of their cocks. Then Ucherg stepped forward. He turned to Phelorna first. “Quit your annoying crying and go grab that that goat meat and make some stew for us tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master,” Phelorna whimpered. She was too sore to stand so she crawled over to the tray of goat meat that her mother had dropped. She picked it up and managed to rise op on her wobbly legs and headed to the kitchen.

Ucherg then turned to Osonia. “And you, slave, are going to tell us everything you know about these ‘centaurs.’”

………………..

Urzkhal had exited through the portal back into Aegor and headed to Gnarlug’s dungeon. Inside, Gnarlug was interrogating Ciradyl. She was strapped down on a table and Gnarlug was plunging basilisk venom-laced needle into her sensitive parts. She arched her back and screamed in agony as another needle was pushed into her labia.

Urzkhal winced at her loud scream. He found no joy in torturing slaves. But it was a necessary reality of warfare and slaving. This slave had useful information that was critical to the orcs’ ability to conquer the elves. Urzkhal hoped for her sake she knew enough vital information to give to Gnarlug and to spare herself the worst of his tortures.

When Gnarlug saw that Urzkhal had entered the interrogation room, he paused. “Welcome general, and congratulations on your promotion. This little elf cunt here has been telling us about their cavalry. I have lots of usual information.” There was a goblin seated next to Gnarlug who had written down everything useful that Ciradyl had divulged and that goblin handed his papers over to Urzkhal. As Urzkhal skimmed the paper, Gnarlug summarized the key information.

“This cunt’s kingdom has a couple thousand cavalry and she thinks most of the elven kingdoms all have a similarly large number of cavalry units. They raise their horses in stables and we know where some of them are, but none are very close to the Great Forest. We would have to venture deep into their world to capture our own horses to use.”

Urzkhal frowned and nodded. The orcs first idea had been to try and acquire horses and train their own cavalry. But there were very few horses in Aegor as the orcs had hunted them almost to extinction to use as food. Orcs had their own “cavalry,” in that they had orcs that rode upon hellhounds. But these were skirmishers who rode upon their hellhounds to strike at targets quickly. They did not ride in formation and the hellhounds were not armored, like the elves did with their horses. And hellhounds were much lower to the ground. The elves on horse would have a major tactical advantage if it was horse against hellhound. So, the orcs wanted horses. Even before Xorakk had been defeated by the elven cavalry, the orcs had been interested in acquiring horses. The goblin had learned there were wild horses in some barren lands on Elevosia to the west of the Great Forest and had gone to investigate. But wild horses would need to be broken and trained. Urzkhal had hoped they might find horses already trained for battle that they could steal but it seemed that would not be an easy task, based on what Ciradyl had divulged.

“What has she said about the weaknesses of their cavalry?” Urzkhal asked.

“She says that when they were trained, they were taught that the cavalry’s biggest weakness was an army armed with long pikes or lances and in in a tight formation,” Gnarlug replied. “You have plenty of wood in the Great Forest, and Aegor has plenty of iron to make pikes and lances.”

Urzkhal nodded and frowned again. Orcs fought by charging at their enemies in a savage frenzy. They were not used to fighting in disciplined formations. This was also not an ideal solution either. “Keep interrogating her and find out what else you can learn,” Urzkhal said.

Gnarlug nodded and picked up another needle. He reached down with his other hand, using his fingers to expose Ciradyl’s clit. Ciradyl started babbling. “Please Masters, I know nothing else! I have told you everything I know. Please!” Her pleas turned to a bloodcurdling scream as Gnarlug pushed a needle into her clit. She started bucking wildly against the stable, in agony as the searing venom coursed into her sensitive clit like a white-hot iron.

Urzkhal turned to depart. He returned through the portal to the war camp in Elevosia and walked the perimeter of the camp, checking the status of the wall and towers that were being built. They were coming along well. Grimnor himself was walking the perimeter, shouting at slaves and lashing at them with whips to get them moving faster. Grimnor was the war chieftain; he did not normally personally oversee slaves or construction projects. He was clearly nervous about the arrival of the Council of the Horde and seemed he was hellbent on getting everything finished before the Council arrived. With Grimnor overseeing the construction of the walls, there was no need for Urzkhal to be there. He headed into the center of the camp. He looked over at the ring of captured runaway slaves in the pillories. About two thirds of them were being whipped or being fucked after having been whipped. The remaining third was currently receiving a break from being fucked or whipped but it would not be long before more orcs stepped up to punish them.

Urzkhal stepped up to one of the slaves that was free. He placed his hand on her ass and she jumped and stiffened up. The slightest touch hurt her tender, whipped flesh. “What is your name, slave?” Urzkhal asked her.

“Tilvial, Master,” she replied.

“And what were you in your old life, slave?”

“I was an apothecarist, Master, who made and sold medicines.”

When she responded, another orc perked up. He leaned in and whispered something to Urzkhal but Urzkhal shook his head. “Not now, maybe later,” he replied to the orc and then he turned back to Tilvial. “What are you now?” Urzkhal asked.

“I am now a slave, Master,” Tilvial said softly.

“And as a slave, what is your purpose now?”

“I am holes to be fucked, Master,” Tilvial replied, parting her legs more to emphasize.

“And have you learned your lesson, slave? Will you ever try to escape again?” he asked.

“Yes, Master I have learned my lesson! I will be a good little slave! I swear! I will never try to escape.” Tilvial whimpered.

“And you will serve in the fuck pit, pleasuring orcs with all your holes?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master that is all I am now, something to be fucked by my orc Masters! Please Master, I beg you to send me back to the fuck pit! I will be a good little slut!” she cried. She was clearly desperate to get out of this pillory.

Urzkhal slid his hand down Tilvial’s ass and thrust them between her spread thighs. He pushed a couple fingers into her cunt. “Prove it, slut,” he ordered. Tilvial began thrusting back with her hips, humping Urzkhal’s hands. Soon, the wet squelching noises of Urzkhal’s fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt filled the air, mixing with the sounds of the other elves in pillories being whipped or fucked. Urzkhal turned to one of the orcs who was fucking another one of the elves. “When you are all done fucking your elves, you can remove them from the pillories and coffle them together, them come get me,” he said. Then he pointed to Tilvial. “And have a second brand added to the ass of this one before she is coffled, so she can be readily identified in the pit if necessary.” He turned to depart.

Tilvial closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She was eager to leave this whipping post and go back to the fuck pit. She understood that was her purpose and accepted that she would spend the rest of her life in that pit.

………………..

Phelorna and Osonia lay on the floor. Osonia was cradling Phelorna and trying to console her. It was then next morning, though they had not gotten any sleep. Osonia had been interrogated most of the night by Ucherg about the centaurs and Phelorna had been forced to make stew for their goblin captors. Then afterward, they were ravaged by all of the goblins again. It had been bad enough when there were only 6 goblins but now there were more than a dozen. The two elf maidens were sore, exhausted and humiliated. Phelorna’s innocence had been completely stripped away.

Toadbrain and Ucherg stepped over to the two elves and they quickly got into kneeling positions like they had been taught, opening their legs wide and thrusting out their chests. Toadbrain reached out to grab Phelorna and he yanked her up.

“Please Masters, please let her rest!” Osonia cried.

Ucherg growled and backhanded her. “Silence, slut,” he snarled. “You have no say in what we do with a slave, for you are also a slave. But if you must know, we aren’t fucking her. We are sending her back to the orcs’ camp and likely the portal so she can begin her new life in Aegor as a slave. Though I am sure the orcs we are sending her back with will want to fuck her. But we have no use for her here. We are here gathering information and she is too young to know anything useful. And you have information and enough holes for all of us,”

Osonia crawled over to Ucherg, grabbing his ankle and pressing her cheek against his leg. “Please Master, do not separate her from me! Please!”

This set Ucherg off. He reached for his whip. “She is no longer your daughter! You are both slaves now!” he snarled and began raining blows down on her with his whip. As Ucherg savagely whipped Osonia, Toadbrain dragged Phelorna outside. Outside, there were four orcs. Phelorna’s wrists were bound behind her back by one of the orcs and he attached a leash to her collar.

“You didn’t need to come up here; we are perfectly capable of escorting slaves back to the portal,” Toadbrain said to the orcs.

“There are more elven patrols around the perimeter of the Great Forest. And their cavalry is posing a problem. You focus on gathering vital information and we will transport cunts,” the orc replied curtly.

“Well, when you get back, tell Grimnor we have a good solution for the elves’ cavalry,” Toadbrain said. “Something up here that is way better than their horses. A race of creatures called centaurs that can be captured and tamed and ridden in battle. Smarter than horses and just as big. But we will need orcs to capture them. At least a few hundred orcs.”

“I will deliver the message,” the orc said and he tugged at Phelorna’s leash to get her moving. The orcs departed.

Toadbrain went back inside, eager to eat some stew and then fuck Osonia whenever Ucherg was done with her.

………………..

Urzkhal was summoned after the runaways were coffled together. He checked and saw that Tilvial had been given a second brand on her ass, as he had instructed. The fresh brand was ugly and red. Tilvial’s eyes were red and swollen from sobbing. Branding was never pleasant for a slave.

Urzkhal met up with a pair of orcs that had coffled them, and the three orcs took the dozen elf maidens to the portal and through it. They were taken to the dungeon where Gnarlug interrogated high ranking elf maidens. As soon as they entered, they heard to cries and screams ringing out from the elf maidens being interrogated.

But Urzkhal was not taking the runaways to see Gnarlug. He took them down several flights of stairs until they were deep underground. It was an area of the dungeon that few saw or even knew about. Most orcs were only vaguely aware of its existence and knew little or nothing about what happened down here. In the depths of the dungeon, Urzkhal found who he was looking for, a goblin named Lebrolx.

“Lebrolx, these are some runaways. I want to show them what happens to the elf maidens who try to run away more than once or who lash out violently against the Masters.”

“Of course,” Lebrolx said, giving an evil grin and laugh. As Tilvial looked at the goblin and heard his laugh, she could tell right away he was twisted and sadistic. The elves were led through a hallway to a heavy metal door. Lebrolx used a key to unlock the door and swung it open. The elf maidens were led inside. Inside the dimly lit room was a cell and when the elves saw what was inside the cell, a few gasped. Tilvial was silent but her face turned pale white. Inside the cell were a dozen or so elf maidens. Most were horribly disfigured or mutilated. Those that were not still had grievous injuries. Some were missing hands or feet, or entire limbs. Some had horrible wounds or burns all over their bodies. Others were terribly scarred.

As soon as the orcs entered with Lebrolx, a few of the elf maidens inside the cell started sobbing and crawled over to the far end of the cell, as if they were desperate to stay as far away from Lebrolx as possible. But most barely moved. They were barely conscious or too weak to move. A few looked barely alive.

“Lebrolx, why don’t you tell these runaways what you do down here with these elf cunts.” Urzkhal said.

“Of course. These beautiful elf cunts here are my test subjects. I have been tasked with studying the durability of elves and the limits of their healing ability. I have made some wonderful findings!” Lebrolx spoke excitedly. He clearly had a passion for his work.

“It was Lebrolx who learned that when we brand you elves, it is better to use a hotter iron and to hold it against your flesh longer than we would for human slaves so that the burn is deeper and it scars better and does not heal up,” Urzkhal said.

“Oh, respectfully General, that barely scratches the surface of my wonderful findings,” Lebrolx said excitedly. “Did you know that if you crush the limb of an elf or sever it only about 75% of the way from her body that it still heals completely almost 50% of the time. And in only a month or two! I was hoping they would grow back if I severed limbs completely but alas, they do not. And I have so much more to learn”

A few of the elf maiden’s ion the coffle began to cry. Urzkhal stepped in front of them. “You have all been punished for a single runaway attempt. This down here is what happens to elves who repeatedly try to run away. This is what happens to elves who dare to lash out violently against their masters. Remember well what you have seen down here. The next time you defy us, you will likely end up here.” He turned and nodded to the orcs that had escorted the coffle and they started escorting the slaves back out of the room and back p the stairs. Urzkhal nodded to Lebrolx and then he turned and hurried out. Not even he liked it down here. He was not a fan of wanton cruelty and he suspected that Lebrolx enjoyed his job for more reasons than the valuable information he learned in benefit of the Horde.

The elf maidens were taken straight to the fuck pit. One by one they were unchained from the coffle and tossed inside. As Tilvial was thrown into the pit she was caught by an orc down in it. He dropped her to the ground and then settled on top of her. Tilvial closed her eyes as the orc roughly drive his cock into her cunt and started thrusting away. She had accepted that she would spend the rest of her life in this fuck pit, and that this was her purpose now.

………………..

In the city of Kaalhone, General Yhendorn, was once again meeting with King Vamir and Queen Velatha, in King Vamir’s throne room. “Please tell me you have some good news, General,” King Vamir said, strain in his voice.

“Yes, some,” General Yhendorn replied. “The evacuation of our towns that border the Great Forest is going well. We understand the kingdoms that border the other sides of the forest are doing the same. And we have moved the bulk of our army to the area surrounding the Great Forest. Out in the open, we expect our cavalry will rip them to shreds.”

“I hope that you are right. I have sent messages to every major elven kingdom and all of them are sending ambassadors or representatives to meet here to discuss a grand alliance of the elves to fight the orcs. We will meet in a few weeks,” King Vamir said.

General Yhendorn nodded. “That is good news. That is how we defeated the orcs last time, according to the history books.”

“And what have we learned about the enemy?” Queen Velatha asked. “We captured some orcs that sacked Salelenor, did we not? Have they divulged anything?

“We did capture a few dozen but they have not divulged much. We transported half of them to one of our dungeons here in the capitol and interrogations continue, but nothing useful so far. But we transported half of the captive orcs to a Kahsharan fort in Yllho Dorthore. They have a couple Kahsharan soldiers doing interrogations there, elf maidens named Sylmare Iarren and Namys Leoydark. They are having more luck than we are. Their methods are… shall we say, unconventional. But they are getting some results. They are getting us useful information about the orcs,” General Yhendorn said.

King Vamir raised his eyebrows at the reference to unconventional matters, but he did not press the matter. He figured it was better that he did not know. “Why Yllho Dorthore and why Kahsharan soldiers? I assume King Aquilan knows?” Yllho Dorthore was not in Argothrond; it was in another elven kingdom called Kahshara. But Kahshara was a close ally of Argothrond and King Aquilan was its king.

“We wanted to keep the orcs in two different places to make it harder for the orcs to locate all of them. And obviously Yllho Dorthore is remote and out of the way,” General Yhendorn replied. “The orcs will hopefully not suspect that we would send prisoners there, especially since it’s the territory of another kingdom. But the main reason is these interrogators Sylmare and Namys are quite effective.”

“Very well,” Vamir replied. “Hopefully they will learn something useful.”

………………..

Osonia was on her knees, her face pushed into the floor, as Nob roughly thrusted into her from behind. She barely made a noise as she was ravished. Her eyes were glazed over. She was in a state of shock and had lost he will to live. When her husband had been killed by these vile goblins, Osonia had felt like she herself had been killed. But she had held herself together to try to protect her daughter. But now Phelorna was gone too. Dragged off by orcs to the portal to their world. Osonia would never see her again. Phelorna was so young. Too young to deal with the trauma that had been thrust upon her. And she would have so many centuries to live the unbearable nightmare of slavery. Osonia felt like she had failed as a mother. And she hoped that perhaps death might be the only relief from her misery.

Suddenly there was shouting outside. Nob stopped thrusting, his ears perking up. There was the sound of clashing weapons. Nob pulled his cock out of Osonia. He grabbed his spear and ran outside. Osonia lay there for a minute until it registered what she was hearing. There were yells. Then screams. The dying screams of goblins. She crawled over to the window and peeked out. Four elves, three males and a female were attacking the goblins with swords. They were warriors and though the goblins outnumbered them, the elves were much more skilled fighters. One by one they chopped down the goblins, until there were only three goblins left. The elves moved around them encircling them. The elves charged at them, but instead of killing the goblins, they wrenched their spears away and pinned them to the ground. The goblins roared and angered as they were bound.

After the goblins were bound, two of the elves, the female and one of the males, moved to the house, their swords drawn. They charged inside, looking around for any more goblins. Seeing only Osonia, they found a blanket and used it to cover her.

“You are safe now,” the female elf said softly to Osonia.

“My daughter…” Osonia whimpered. “The orcs took her…”

The two warriors gently took Osonia and helped her outside, joining the other two elves who were watching the bound goblins. “Where did they take your daughter?” the male elf asked.

“To their portal. They left this morning,” Osonia said, her voice trembling.

The four elf warriors looked at each other. It was the late afternoon. If the orcs had departed in the morning, they knew they would never catch up to the orcs, even if they knew exactly which way they were travelling.

“Your daughter will spend the rest of her miserable life getting fucked in her tight little holes,” Ucherg snarled. He was one of the three goblins that had been captured, along with Geetnirt and Toadbrain.

One of the elf warriors turned and kicked Ucherg hard. “Shut up vile creature,” he snapped. He turned back to Osonia. “There had been reports of goblins killing people in this area so we were sent to investigate. Do you know many goblins were in your home?”

Osonia shook her head. “I am not sure,” she whimpered. “More than a dozen. Maybe fourteen? Or fifteen or sixteen?”

The warrior started counting the goblins. There were 15 total between the 3 captured goblins and the 12 they had killed. “Well let’s get these 3 back to our fort. I am sure Sylmare and Namys would love to question these disgusting beasts.” One of the warriors took Osonia inside her home so she could get some clothes to get dressed. And they quickly dug a grave behind the house to dump the bodies of the goblins, right next to a spot of dug-up earth where the goblins had buried Osonia’s husband earlier.

As she stepped back outside, Osonia began pleading with the warriors. “Please, go find my daughter!”

“I wish we could but we have no way of finding her now,” one of the warriors responded, sympathy in his voice. “But we are taking these vile goblins to a place where they will be interrogated and we will find out whether they are taking your daughter and all of the elf maidens they have taken. So that we can rescue all of them.”

Osonia nodded, her eyes tearing up. She knew what he had said was true. They would never find her daughter unless these goblins divulged it. The warriors dragged the bound goblins in the direction of Yllho Dorthore, taking Osonia with them so that she too would be safe.

(End of Part 4, to be continued...)

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