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Chapter List
- 1-War of Attrition
- 2-ch2
- 3-ch3
- 4-ch4
- 5-ch5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-ch next one
- 9-ch 9
- 10-chapter 10
- 11-11
- 1
- 2
- 3
" " human language

// // goblin language

thoughts will be italicized,
reguardless of language

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N3ff-War of Attrition

Ch2:

Inphyy stood next to her step-brother
facing what remained of their troops. She felt tired, it took nearly
all her energy to stand and hold her eyes open. I've lost too much
blood this time...I only just stopped it before Aspharr came this
morning...It hurts to stand. Inphyy closed her eyes, feeling her
body sway slightly as she focused strictly on standing, letting
Asparr's speech to the troops wash over her. Today they would take
the Forest of the Lost that stood between them and the cities of the
goblins.If they don't wipe us out first, Inphyy thought dully.
The sun was barely cresting over the horizon and the air was still
brisk with cold from the night before. Spring was an unpredictable
time, Inphyy only hoped that a late spring snow storm wouldn't happen
in the middle of the battle. A fog hung over the surrounding
grasslands, it would soon be scattered as the sun rose higher in the
sky, promising that the day would be beautiful for those who could
afford to admire it. Her troops had taken her brother replacing her
as general with little concern. They probably had seen it coming for
some time now. Aspharr would appeal to them, he would give them the
privileges she had denied them. He would give them the right to
pillage and enslave survivors. One reason Inphyy had always killed
everyone, because she knew the rules of war, survivors were slaves.
It was kinder to kill them outright then to leave them to the devices
of the soldiers.

Inphyy opened her eyes wearily, letting
her gaze slide out of focus as she looked over the remaining few
hundred yellow clad troops. She still tuned her brother out, despite
the growing urge to throw up even though she'd not eaten anything in
the past several days. Maybe if we're lucky an archer will hit him
this time. Or me. Hell even the troops know I don't give a fuck about
this damn war. But you dear brother. You appeal to their lust. To
their greed. Their hatred. It's gotta be the testosterone.
Inphyy's mind continued to ramble on in no specific pattern, but her
eyes landed on a small movement just beyond the troops. Oh lookie
the enemy wants to ambush us.. She considered telling this piece
of information to her brother but he had already seen them.

"The goblin army approaches!
Destroy them and claim what will be ours! In the name of the Light!
Calvary defend the rear, spear men attack!" Aspharr hefted his
blue spear in the air the the troops moved to their positions, then
he grabbed Inphyy's arm and dragged her down to the field off the
bluff they'd been standing on.

"You will fight for me today
Inphyy," he said facing her as the troops spread out. "Otherwise
I will make you wish the goblins had killed you." He was
confident in his threat, his hand crushing the under part of her arm
that wasn't protected by armor. She could already feel a bruise
forming.

"Too late for that," she said
softly, she raised her dead eyes to stare into his burning ones. "I
already do." As the words left her mouth an ogre slammed down
nearly on top of them, knocking them apart. Aspharr was immediately
back on his feet and attacking the creature, his step-sister's words
infuriating him. How dare she sass back at him! But his anger at her
was delayed by another influx of goblins and two more ogres joining
the battle. Never mind his sister, he would deal with her later.

Shaking her head Inphyy blinked, trying
to reorient herself after the shock of nearly being crushed by the
giant gray creature. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, her
sword and armor were weighing her down, slowing her down. Her vision
blurred momentarily as the battle raged around her. A goblin charged
at her, his sword raised to strike her. Inphyy stepped aside and
watched him stumble past, recover and charge at her again a war cry
on his lips. For a moment Inphyy considered letting him strike her,
but she knew the sword wouldn't pierce her armor. Summoning her
strength her raised her sword and blocked his attack, she felt her
muscles burn and tremble in protest, but she moved her sword again
and again to block his attacks, her breathing getting into a rhythm
with her movements, but her strength was rapidly diminishing. Inphyy
gritted her teeth and hefted her sword up one more time, running it
through the goblin's abdomen and giving it a twist. There was the
sound of flesh being torn and ripped, and she pulled her sword out
along with the green creature's entrails. They bleed red just like
we do. Inphyy thought vaguely, her sword dragging on the ground
as she suddenly gagged and threw up. Not that there was much in her
stomach aside from the water she'd drunk this morning. Struggling to
stay standing, Inphyy felt her knees ready to give out, her head was
spinning.

"Temple Knight!" a voice
range out. She raised her head, vision still blurring, but she
blinked rapidly and it cleared.

Her sight rewarded her with a white
goblin, standing not even ten feet from her, hate burning in his
eyes. He stood apart from the other goblins fighting and dying around
them. It wasn't the matter of his oddly pale skin or the cruelly
curved swords he carried, or even the wolf pelts adorning his
shoulders like a cape. He had a power seeping off off his body.

An Orb Spark! Inphyy realized,
blinking in surprise. But as she did he vanished from the spot. The
next thing Inphyy knew he was inches from her face.

"You killed my brother," he
hissed, there was a blur of movement and Inphyy felt a sharp pain in
her side and instinctively pulled away, her hand going to the spot
and feeling warm blood on her hand, he had pierced the spot where her
armor connected on her side, one of the few weak points on her. She
staggered backwards, only her pride keeping her standing and her
shock that this goblin possessed a wind element Orb Spark.

***

Death's Red Mistress had been easy
enough to pick out amongst the human troops. Her and her lover
brother, Dwingvatt scowled in disgust. The blue knight was dragging
her into the battle now and appeared to be scolding her or something
of that nature, the white goblin couldn't tell from this distance,
but there was something different about the woman...Shaking his head,
Dwingvatt pushed the thought into the back of his mind and snickered
as an ogre nearly crushed the two. A goblin foot solider engaged her
and Dwingvatt moved from his spot. He utilized the wind Orb Spark he
possessed to raise his speed and power as he cut down twelve human
soldiers as he made his way to the red female night. At ten feet from
her Dwingvatt stopped. She was moving slowly, as if dazed, and her
form was sloppy, he could see her chest heaving with effort but her
face was pale despite the sweat that was glistening on it as she
disemboweled one of his soldiers. Something was wrong with her, but
regardless she was still his brother's murderer. She had destroyed
the only family he'd ever known. Perhaps you shouldn't have been
up all night fucking your brother, he thought bitterly as he
watched her suddenly throw up. Now this was new. A Temple Knight
showing weakness. Hell three years ago she'd danced in the blood of
thousands of slain goblins as Fort Wyandeek. Now she chose to have a
weak stomach.

"Temple Knight!" he called to
her, bracing himself should her recent motions have been an elaborate
act. But no, she raise her head and he saw disorientation and
confusion written all over her face. Too easy. Dwingvatt moved
again, harnessing the Orb's power without even thinking about it, it
was second nature to him now, and he stopped inches from the red clad
human.

"You killed my brother," he
snarled. No reaction but confusion. Agitated he moved to attack and
one of his swords found a home in her body, making a shallow wound in
her side. She staggered backwards, pain written all over her face.
Dwingvatt frowned as he watched her realize he'd wounded her. She
would normally never have let him get that close, let alone get a
strike in, the nagging thought that something was not right rose
again in the white goblin's mind. Something was off, her eyes were
dull with dark circles beneath them making her cheek bones appear
hollow and her skin had a sickly pale tint to it, her amour seemed
too big for her.

But Dwingvatt's observations were cut
short by an explosion that sent both him and the red Temple Knight
sprawling. Quickly rolling over as he landed, Dwingvatt was back on
his feet noting that the blue Temple Knight had just summoned a
rather massive Orb Spark attack and would be drained now till his
energy built up enough again. The white goblin focused again on his
prey. The red Temple Knight was still on the ground and struggling to
sit up, blood was running from a gash on the side of her head that
must've come from the flying debris of her brother's attack.
Dwingvatt lunged at her, pinning her to the ground, tearing away the
high collar that surrounded her neck and shoulders. He raised one of
his swords to cut her throat but she managed to catch his hands and
they began a power struggle.

As her hands closed around his,
fighting the direction of the his blade, Dwingvatt was shocked to
feel her bones so close beneath her flesh, they felt frail like a
bird's. Now truly up close to the woman he'd sworn to kill he saw
that her eyes where blood shot, her lips were cut and bruised as if
someone had taken a razor to them, and her armor really was too big
for her her as it nearly fell off her frame. Her collar bones stuck
out in a grotesque manner, her throat was thin and delicate, he could
see her blood pulsing in her veins beneath the flesh. By the gods!
This girl is emancipated! Dwingvatt's momentary ADD cost him as
with a sudden burst of strength and speed that he had not previously
thought the underweight female possessed, she managed to roll him and
exchange their positions. Now he was the one on bottom with his own
sword pointed at his throat.

Dwingvatt added to his mental list of
revelations that the human girl was all but weightless as she
straddled him, holding his own blade against his throat, the cold
metal pressed against his skin. But it was here that she hesitated,
her eyes suddenly unfocusing for a moment and she wobbled looking on
the verge of near collapse. Wrong move, Dwingvatt smirked and
snatched the wrist of the hand that held his sword, giving it a quick
twist to disarm her but much to his surprise a duet of loud snaps
issued from the joint. She gave a small cry the sword falling from
her hand as she clutched her broken wrist against her chest. Not
pausing to think about what had just happened, Dwingvatt switched
their positions again, this time not bothering with his swords but
wrapping his hands around her throat.

The Temple Knight had her eyes tightly
shut as tears of pain squeezed their ways out of the corners. She was
trembling beneath him and he could feel her pulse pounding in her
arteries in her neck. Weakly she tried to pull his hands off her
neck. Using his weight to keep her pinned, Dwingvatt forced her
wounded limb from its cradled position on her chest to the ground.
Then he shifted his weight and brought his knee down on her broken
wrist. Her reaction was priceless.

Her eyes snapped open and she screamed
like all the demons of the Dark were after her. Her body arched off
the ground and thrashed as she tried to free her wrist. Dwingvatt
tightened his grip on her neck, and grabbed her hair, forcing her
head back against the ground.

"Does that hurt human?" he
asked softly in her ear, ignoring the battle still raging around
them. He applied more weight to the broken limb. She screamed again
and thrashed more, fighting him in earnest now gasping for breath as
tears spilled down her face. Her good hand pressed uselessly against
his chest trying to force him off her.

"I asked you a question, human,"
he growled, letting his full weight down on her wrist.

"Yes! Yes it hurts!" she
struggled to cry her eyes wide with fear, her free hand pulling at
his hand on her neck now as her pulse pounded violently. Dwingvatt
smirked and spoke in her ear again.

"This pain human. This," he
ground his knee against her broken wrist again, his weight
threatening to crush the bone all together. Her struggles grew weaker
and weaker as her airway was all but cut off now by his hand. "This
pain is only a fraction of what I felt when you killed my brother."
He sat back up and looked at her. How pathetically frail you are.
To imagine that a wisp like you murdered Dwinga. "I'm going
to let you up now Temple Knight," his yellow eyes narrowed
sadistically. "When I do, you had best run for your life."
In one fluid movement that was little more than a blur, Dwingvatt
rose and pulled the wounded human to her feet by her hair.
Surprisingly she was taller than he was, Dwingvatt only came up to
her nose. But height was a minor detail now, he grinned unkindly at
her.

"Run."

***

"Run," the goblin said to
her. Inphyy barely heard him, the blood rushing back to her head and
her pulse pounding in her ears. She took a few steps back unsteadily,
then trusting that her legs would carry her, turned and ran. He's
right. I deserve the pain I'm feeling. He's just letting me run so he
can catch me again. Torment me. Like a cat with a wounded mouse.
Hopefully I'll meet him before I do Aspharr. At least this goblin's
rage against me is justified. She staggered, nearly falling but
keeping her balance as she wove her way through the battle. She knew
if she fell now she wouldn't have the will to get back up. Inphyy's
vision blurred red for a moment and she wiped blood from her eyes
that had seeped from the gash on her temple. Where could she run to?
Her eyes fell upon the forest. She heard someone call her name and
turned to see Aspharr running over to her, he had her sword that
she'd dropped while fighting the white goblin, and a look on his face
that would've struck fear in the black heart of the King of Night
himself.

Forcing herself to turn away from the
man who tormented her, Inphyy ran for the forest. She shoved her way
past soldiers regardless of of who's side they were on. She wouldn't
have care if any of them had turned and run her through, it would
mean never having to endure her brother's torture again. Her foot
tripped in a hidden hole of some burrowing animal and sent her
sprawling again. No! She
screamed mentally. Biting her lip, Inphyy forced herself back
up, she could almost touch the trees now, the battle steadily growing
fainter. To hell if it was goblin territory, to hell with the war. To
hell with avenging her father. She half expected to be filled with
arrows before she reached the forest but surprisingly no attack came.
She staggered, forcing her way through a dense underbrush of thorns
that twisted around her legs and torn at her cloak. No wonder the
goblins didn't defend it, the forest could defend itself quite well.
Inphyy staggered a few more feet, the foliage locking out the battle
outside, she fell against a tree gasping for breath and wishing that
dark brown bark would just open up and swallow her.

"Inphyy!" she heard Aspharr
shout. He'd still followed her, he would find her soon. Red managed
to be at the opposite end of the color spectrum as green and
contrasted quite nicely against the dark green flesh of the forest,
he would find her in moments. Three, two...one, Inphyy counted
in her head, as her step-brother's crashing foot steps came closer.

"Inphyy!" he was right behind
her now breathing heavily. She heard him throw her sword down on the
ground angrily. "I know you heard me Inphyy! How dare you run
from me! I'm your general now if you've not forgotten? Or do I need
to reinforce that fact?" Inphyy tensed as he spoke but didn't
turn around. Her good hand clawed the dark bark of the tree, her
nails digging into the soft outer wood.

"Inphyy," her brother's voice
was soft, he was furious now. Despite his preconceived reputation as
being gentle and soft, Inphyy knew that it was better for him to yell
and rage than to speak softly. The soft voice was like intoxicating
venom, it relaxed the victim and then destroyed burning through the
veins. "Inphyy you will return to battle. You will fight and we
will win. And once we do-"

"no," she whispered softly.

"What? What did you just say to
me?" he strode over to her and turned her around so they faced
each other. "Say it again. Deny me again little slut."

Inphyy looked at the ground and took a
deep breath, raising her eyes to meet his.

"No." I'm done with this.
Done with the war. With being your whore. Never again. I'll make you
kill me first. Her rebellion cost her as she slapped her across
the face, bringing his hand back around and slapping her again.
Inphyy's head cracked back against the tree and she tasted blood on
her lips. Then she felt cold metal hit her face and she fell for the
third time that day, he had hit her with his spear.

"You will do as I say slut! You're
mine and only I control you!" he yelled. Inphyy lay there and
let his tirade continue, letting the hateful words flood her. But the
wave of profanity didn't last long as the zipping sound of arrows of
filled the air. Aspharr swore and the ground vibrated as goblins
spilled out of the trees and attacked.

Please let them think I'm dead,
Inphyy wished desperately, but Aspharr's yelling destroyed any hope
she had of possibly being looked over.

"Inphyy damn you! You fucking
weakling get up and help me!" The goblins attacked her as well
now their blunt weapons raining down on her. Fortunately the red and
silver armor held against the blows, echoing in deep hollow tones as
a testimony that there was space between the armor and her flesh.
Surprisingly no blows came down on her head and Inphyy tried to pull
herself away from the onslaught only to realize that she was entirely
surrounded. Shit. Then her armor began to give way and cave in
under the repeated punishment. Soon it would be embedded in her skin,
then her body would slowly be crushed into a quivering bloody pulp on
the ground

But before that happy moment could come
about a voice called out in the grating goblin tongue and the attack
ceased. Inphyy felt herself being hauled to her feet, raising her
head she saw that Aspharr too was held captive and had been disarmed,
his blue long spear had been broken in half and lay discarded on the
ground.

"Inphyy this is all your fault!
You stupid bitch!" Her step brother raged. "You stupid,
cowardly whore! Had you not run and led us here-"

"Do you think," an unseen
voice growl. "that you could hold your tongue for five fucking
minutes?" The white goblin Inphyy had encountered earlier
stepped between the Temple Knights. His arms were crossed and he was
scowling, an expression that confused Inphyy, who would have thought
that he would have been practically giddy with joy at having both
Temple Knights at his mercy.

***

Dwingvatt scowled, this battle was
getting more and more fucked up by the second. He stood between the
two Temple Knights, as tempting as it was to kill them both this
instant, his mental list of oddities was leaving him with more
questions than answers about his enemies. Once those questions were
answered then the humans could die. Dwingvatt looked from one
step-sibling to the next, then spoke again in goblin tongue,

//Strip her of her armor.// His
soldiers complied, prying the busted in armor off the female knight's
body. As they did they cackle and poked at the human's emancipated
form. Dwingvatt let them for a moment, knowing that they were
enjoying having Death's Red Mistress at their mercy, even though she
couldn't understand their language, he had a feeling that she knew
she was being made fun of. As this happened the blue knight began
swearing again. Dwingvatt sighed pinching the bridge of his nose in
frustration. That human's voice was beginning to give him a migraine.

//Will someone gag that idiot before I
kill him and take all the fun out of this?// Nearly instantly there
was a startled "mrph!" and the male knight was quiet.
Dwingvatt smirked, he could personally care less about the brother,
it was the sister who he'd been obsessed with killing for the past
several years.

//Do as you wish with him, but Death's
Red Mistress is mine,// there was naturally protest to this, but
Dwingvatt motioned for silence. //I promise I'll leave some of her
left for you all. Just because I have some of the unfortunate
physical traits of a human, doesn't mean I think like them.//

There was easy laughter at this,
Dwingvatt's pale human-like skin had made him a target for ridicule
when he was younger, but now he was able to use it to his advantage,
which was mostly making fun of himself. The soldiers chained the
female to a tree by her arms, her red armor lay in an abused pile a
few feet off, just her red cloak and white leggings covering her.
Dwingvatt noted that she was shivering, her skin was pulled tightly
against her body so that it looked painful, so much that each one of
her ribs were visible. Her breasts that had once been supple, filling
out her armour and chest and looked quite nice for a human; were now
nearly non-existant, hardly the size of apricots, her red nipples
were erect with cold as she trembled.

"You find this attractive?"
Dwingvatt asked in disgust turning to where the soldiers were
extracting their revenge on the blue knight. "You fuck this bag
of skin and bones every night?" he smirked at the enraged
reaction from the brother and translated what he'd said into goblin
tongue. Jeers came from his soldiers at this and they renewed their
torment on him. Turning back to the sister, he pulled out his swords
and made several quick cuts across her body, then watched as her
cloak and leggings fell away in ribbons, he'd made one cut a little
too deep and a line of blood formed along her chest, she whimpered
softly turning her head away from him as he closed the space between
them.

"It amazes me how you humans
manage to survive. Apparently your leaders don't care enough to even
feed you," he snarled softly, noting that she had several
bruises on her neck from where he'd choked her earlier. But there
were other bruises as well that her clothing had hidden, on her chest
and waist, they were large purple and blue bruises, fresh ones and
yellowing older ones. Dwingvatt was sure that if he was to look at
her back her would find even more. But a twitching in her chest
caught his eye, he blinked and placed his hand over it. Beneath his
finger tips there was a panicked but steady flutter, like a rare
humming bird caught in a net. He pulled his hand back and watched the
spot rhythmically twitch. Then he realized that it was the human's
heart! But what possibly disturbed him more was the fact that she'd
not moved throughout the entire procedure. Curiously, Dwingvatt undid
the chains that held her against the tree and she collapsed. He
crouched and pulled her up by her mane of hair.

"Look at me you incestuous whore,"
he hissed. Hesitantly she raised her eyes and surprised him with a
response,

"i'm not a whore," her voice
barely audible.

"Really?" he traced a finger
along her cheek bone. "Then tell me why you reek of sex? Tell me
why your dear step-brother visits your tent every night once darkness
falls? Tell me why you have his dried cum on your thighs? Do
enlighten me as to why, despite all evidence to the contrary, you are
not an incestuous little whore?" Dwingvatt's eyes stared into
hers, knowing that as he pressed this issue further it destroyed her
more and more in a slow painful manner. Which was exactly what he
wanted. But then she bit her lip and her eyes, now brimming with
tears, lowered,

"it..it was n-never consensual,"
she whispered. Truth be told this bit of terrifying information
startled the white goblin. Death's Red Mistress was forced by her
step-brother? How could she, of all humans, and with possessing such
power, not be able to stop him? However this shock didn't translate
into words as he countered her humiliating confession,

"But someone with such power as
yourself, should have been able to stop him. That is, if you truly
had not wanted his advances." To this she had no answer but a
muffled sob and she tried to pull away from him, but he kept a firm
grasp on her hair, knotting his fingers in the thick auburn mane
idly,

"Now that we are back to square
one again, tell me little whore, do you want to live or die? Try to
answer this one honestly."

Just as the words left his mouth she
lunged at him, clawing with her good hand. Dwingvatt caught it deftly
and held her at arms length by her hair still.

"I've told you the truth this
entire time! I'm not a whore!" she snarled with sudden rage that
he thought she no longer possessed, but evidently he had struck a
nerve as she struggled against him. But even as she did, he could
feel her strength ebbing away. "You want to kill me? Then fine
fucking kill me! Avenge your stupid brother already!" she
hissed, her eyes sparking with fire that had once been so
characteristic of her. But then as quickly as it had come, her
strength vanished.

"Do you want me to break your
other wrist?" Dwingvatt asked, tightening his grip on the limb.
He might do it anyway just because of her stab at his brother. The
Temple Knight looked at him and shook her head, her eyes lifeless
again. She had purposely taunted him, he realized, this human wanted
to die. "Then watch your tongue." He released her wrist,
and drew one of his curved swords and jerked her head down so she
could only see the ground and he brought the sword down on her scalp.
The female Temple Knight's body fell to the ground and there was an
outraged cry from her brother.

Dwingvatt smirked and stood, turning
around. He opened his hand and let thick auburn locks fall from it,
behind him there was a muffled sob. He'd only cropped the girl's
hair, not killed her, why give her want she wanted so badly? It was
more fun to mentally fuck with the siblings. Now Death's Red Mistress
looked even smaller and more unfamiliar with her mane of burnt red
hair missing.

"You bastard!" the step
brother screamed, somehow managing to get the gag out. "You dare
to touch her! She is mine! My property!"

"If only you meant that in a kind
way," Dwingvatt retorted.

"She let you touch her didn't she!
That whore! That slut! I'll kill her!"

"Doesn't she have a name?"

"She doesn't need one anymore. She
is mine!"

"Aspharr!" a voice rang out
silencing Dwingvatt and the brother. Dwingvatt turned, and saw that
Death's Red Mistress was apparently not done with all the tricks she
had up her sleeve. She had made her way to her sword and was standing
now, albeit, leaning heavily on the sword for support, but she still
had strength left. Where she was summoning it from, Dwingvatt didn't
know, but he did have to grudgingly admire her for it.

"Aspharr," she was starting
the wobble now, but even so she managed to lift her sword up in the
air, her wounded wrist bending backwards under the pressure of the
weapon and making additional snapping sounds. "Shut up."
For a moment she seemed to hover a few inches off the ground, her
eyes rolling back in her head so the whites showed.

//An Orb Spark attack!// Dwingvatt
yelled to his soldiers. //Move! Get out of the way!// The goblins
scattered to the side, as the woman glowed red for a moment and a
trace of red wings appeared behind her naked body. Then she collapsed
and the attack came. It struck her brother squarely in the chest,
knocking him backwards without a sound ever issuing from his lips.
Only a look of disbelief on his face. The green glow surrounded his
body and then dragged itself off, carrying his soul with it. No marks
were left on his flesh. It was the strongest attack that Death's Red
Mistress possessed.

//She missed? How did she miss?//the
goblins came back to where they'd been standing. One of them poked
Aspharr's body. //Dwingvatt...sir the brother..he's dead!//

The goblins all looked at Death's Red
Mistress, her sword was held loosely in her hands as she wobbled on
her knees trying to stay steady. She realized they were looking at
her and she giggled as tears slowly spilt down her hollow cheeks,

"What?"

Dwingvatt walked over to her, kicking
her sword out of her hands, he squatted in front of her. "You
missed."

She giggled again, her eyes sliding out
of focus, an eerie smile on her face. "It wasn't meant for you
silly. I'm free," she whispered and then her eyes rolled back in
her head and she fell forward, Dwingvatt catching her instinctively.
For a moment no one dared to say anything.

//Call the council. This is above us,//
he said to the soldiers. //What are you waiting for! Go!//
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