Mithrindril

Zmetk shrugged slightly at her words. "We no care what elfy thinks." he said with a smirk. His eyes went to the tiger. "It look like we no get anywhere until tiger dead." he said as he turned to Zob in the cage, whose eyes were still fixed on the tiger. Zmetk's hand moved down to the latch. "Say bye-bye to kitty." he said as he flicked the latch open.
Zob stepped out of his cage slowly, pointing his club at the tiger and holding the sword above his head. "Die."

Isadora watched, worry filled her eyes for the tiger. He huffed loudly and stepped forward, his large form nearly dwarfing the goblin. He snarled and bared his fangs, his tail lashed back and forth as he crouched low. Waiting for the goblin to make the first move, whatever it may be, he would be ready. Isadora turned to look behind her, noticing the fire had died down.

Zob tilted his sword which was still above his head and held the spiked club out infront of him in a defensive position. His eyes landed on the tiger, trying to calculate a move that he could take to take down the beast. Whilst also defending himself from every possible move that the tiger could throw at him. Zmetk looked to Isadora, "You will like goblin loving." he said with a nod, he pointed behind her, another fire arrow was sent over her shoulder building up the fire wall once more.

Isadora scowled just before the stallion reared again. Using this distraction, the tiger lunged at Zob. Letting out a roar as he tackled him to the ground. His jaws latched onto one of the goblins hand's while his paw pinned the other to the ground. Isadora kicked the horses side, urging him into a gallop.

Zob looked to the horse before the tiger was atop him. He snarled as the tiger bit onto his paw. Before he dug his own razor sharp teeth into the paw the pinned down his club hand, forcing it to release. He then slammed the spiked club into the tigers side, ripping out once more as he sent the tiger from him, forcing it to release his hand. He pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth through the pain in his sword hand as he swung them both about himself. If the tiger tried to attack now it would be impaled.
As the horse started to gallop, arrows flew from the trees, slamming into the horse, forcing it to the ground, sending Isadora with it.

The tiger roared as the goblin sunk his teeth into his paw. He let out a yelp as the spiked club slammed into him. He limped backward a little, surveying his wounds before hissing at the goblin. Isadora instinctively flipped over so she landed on her back. She was quick to get up, pulling a sword from the horses saddle. Murmuring words of peace to the fallen steed before looking back at the goblins. Her eyes filled with rage, the tiger backed toward Isadora.

Zmetk tutted under his breath. He shook his head to the elf and the tiger. "You think 'cos we goblins we no fight?" he laughed, the other goblins joined in par Zob who stared at the tiger. "We could kill you's now with arrows from de trees." he said gesturing a hand to the trees, the sounds of arrows being pulled back on bows could be heard all around them. Zob licked his lips as a trickle of the tigers blood escaped his mouth "Kitty blood."

The tiger let out another growl and bared his fangs. Isadora raised the sword so it was in front of her. "You think because I am a female I can't fight? Well think again." She snarled. Her eyebrows narrowed as she re-positioned herself into a stance where she could defend herself. She ignored the arrows as they were strung.

Zmetk shook his head slightly. "Me knows that elf girlies can fight." he said with a smile. "This why we has dese." he said as he clicked his fingers, one arrow sored through the air and slammed into her left thigh. His eyebrows rose with a smirk. Taking advantage of the distraction, Zob through his sword at the tiger, slamming it into his side. He sprinted over to him, slamming his club into the back of the tigers head as he ripped the sword back out.
He then stood himself defensibly watching the tigers fresh wounds begin to bleed.

Isadora winced and gritted her teeth as the arrow slammed into her thigh, forcing her down to one knee. The tiger roared and fell to the ground as he as the blows struck him. He struggled to get back to his feet, his claws digging into the ground for traction. Isadora placed a hand on his shoulder, glaring at Zob. She pulled her arm back and threw the sword at him. It slammed into his right shoulder, forcing him to the ground.

Zob fell to the ground as he snarled in pain, he immediately ripped the sword out of his arm. Staggering back to his feet as he went to charge at the elf, only to be held back by Zmetk. "No. King want her alive." he said as he pointed a finger at some goblins who came over to dress Zob's wound.
Zmetk looked to the tiger. "If you no want tiger to die. You come with us." he said simply gesturing a hand. "But tiger stay here."

Isadora looked between the goblins and the tiger, he rumbled softly. As if begging her to run and not to worry about him. But she didn't want to lose a friend, or her unborn child. She sighed and nodded her head. "Alright, but the tiger goes free." She said, then urged him to go. Wincing slightly as she brushed her hand against the arrow in her thigh.

Zmetk looked to her with a stern gaze. "The tiger stays here and we go." he said clearing his throat. "The tiger will be.. released." he said as few quiet snickers came from the other goblins. He pointed his sword to her once more. "Get up." he said as he pointed the tip of the blade to the tigers throat then. "And move to dem." he said pointing his free hand to the goblin horde.

Isadora stood up, pulling the arrow from her leg. The tiger rumbled deeply, letting out a huff as he watched her go. He then growled at the goblins, pinning his ears against his head. Isadora followed the goblins to their king. She hoped Fenian had noticed her not returning when she said she would.

As Isadora approached the goblins, she was grabbed, so that she couldn't escape. Zmetk then looked back to Zob with a nod. He stepped forward, swinging the tip of the sword into the tigers opposite side from last time. Knocking it into the floor before bringing his club down onto it head, the spike impaling into it's skull. He then repeatedly stabbed and smashed at the tigers skull until blood and brain oozed from it's broken skull.
Zmetk looked across to Isadora. "He is released."

Isadora looked away as they killed the tiger, her friend. Once the blows ceased to strike him, she looked back. A small sound of distress escaped her lips, then her lips formed a snarl as she glared at Zob. She swore at him in the elven language. "Wretched creatures! You do not even deserve to be called even that!" She snapped and jerked her arms from side to side, trying to break free.

The goblins all laughed at her, Zorb smirked before he was escorted back to his cage and locked in. The elves belly was poked an prodded at by the goblins weapons. "Kingy want fat one?" one of the goblins asked. "Heinyness no mind." Zmetk replied as they marched her through the forest. Zmetk paused for a moment, taking a dwarf battle axe from one of the goblins and smearing the tigers blood onto it, laying it next to the body.
A plan had hatched in the goblins head, as rare occassion as that was. If the elves found the body, they would blame the dwarves. He then followed after the other goblins as they marched for the goblin city.

Isadora stiffened and moved away from their prodding. She was about to say she wasn't fat but restrained from doing so. She didn't want to give away her pregnancy. She simply let out a snort and glanced back at the tigers body. Letting out a sigh, she turned head back to the direction they were going. Her thoughts travelling to Fenian. 'Please come.' She thought to herself.

Zmetk laughed quietly as the tiger disappeared from sight. Walking along side Isadora. "What your name?" he asked as he looked up to her. His head was bald and warty, his rather saggy. But it didn't take away from the some what ferocity of his appearance.

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Fenian wiped a hand down his face as he looked to the setting sun. He whipped from the balcony where he had been stood. Throwing open the doors to the barracks. "Something has happened to my wife, I know it has." he said as the guards stood to attention. "We ride to find her." he said as he turned to walk out. "But sire, maybe we should-" he began before Fenian cut him off.
"She is MY wife. I will find her. You will ride with me or you will stay here. But I am going to find her." he said as he marched out of the barracks followed closely by the guards.

Isadora didn't look at him, simply turning her head away from him. "Why do you care?" She asked quietly, without even looking at him. Her hair flowed lightly to the slight breeze in the air, she stood tall. Despite the wound to her thigh, she looked ahead as they marched.

Zmetk looked to her with a tilt of his head. "Me wants to know who to tell king he be pounding." he said with a confirming nod. "It only proper." he said with a smirk. He leaned his head back and slapper her backside. "It nice." he said with a raised eyebrow, leaning back upright once more. "The king will has fun with you lady." he said with a sadistic smile.

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Fenian saddled up his horse, as did the guards. They all then galloped out of the city. Slowing as they entered the forest, so not to miss anything due to the speed they were going. Fenian's eyes traced through the dence forest. "Isadora!" he called. "Isadora where are you!?" he shouted. The guards looked to him, before he split them up, sending guards in different directions. "Find her!"

Isadora jumped as he slapped her backside, then turned on him with a glare. Her foot found his chin, sending him to the ground. Then she kicked his side. "How dare you!" She snarled. Her head shot up as she heard the faint calls of her husband. "Fenian!" She called back. "Here! I'm here!" She yelled, hoping he heard her.

Zmetk glared back at her, recollecting himself as he hit the floor. His head snapped to her quiet husband's calls before he rushed to his feet. He grabbed her dress and ripped a large piece off. He then jumped onto another goblins shoulders and tied it around her mouth, gagging her. He then told some goblins to bind her hands and trail some rope from it as a lead. He then signalled for them to move to the shadows and pick up the pace, they did just that.

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Fenian continued calling for his wife. "Isadora! Where are you!?" he yelled. He strained his hearing to a faint sound. A guard then came riding up to him "Sire, we found the tiger." he said, Fenian's face looked serious as he followed the guard. He lead him to a group of the other guards around the broken body of the tiger. Fenian dropped off his horse and walked over to it. Kneeling down beside it.
He muttered words of peace to his fallen friend. One of the guards stepped forward. "We also found this sire.. of dwarf making." he said as he held the dwarf battle axe in his hands. A tear rolled down Fenian's face. "The dwarf's did this?" he said in a broken tone. "It seems so your majesty." the guard said with a bowed head. Fenian stood himself up, his eyes still looking to the tiger.
"Gather his body. He will be given a royal burial. Take him back to the city." he said to two guards. "The rest of you, come with me." he said as he mounted his horse once more. "Where are we going, sire?" one guard said as they all mounted their own. "We ride to Gardon." he said as he pulled on the reigns, sending his horse into a sprint, the guards followed at equal speed.

Isadora heard her husbands calls but was unable to answer, she jerked against the rope that bound her but it was bound too tight. She glared at the goblins, her eyes filled with poison and hatred. She had no choice but to walk with them, and so she did. She hoped that Fenian didn't assume the dwarves were the cause, but then she remembered the goblin had left a battle axe. A dwarf battle axe, at the scene.

The goblins kept to the shadows on their way to Artorn. A satisfied smile was on Zmetk's face. His eyes glowed with the satisfaction of a job well done. They arrived at the city after hours of walking. They gave the secret password and gesture and the large city gates were opened. It was heavily re-enforced, it being a previous dwarf city because they wanted to defend against the elves.
The gates were slammed behind them, goblins of various shapes and sizes looked to her with smiles, frowns, anger, every expression imaginable. Goblins hated other races, but some didn't condone what the king did to them.

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Fenian and the guards rode in silence. Stopping at the entrance to Gardon. Two dwarf guards were stood at the entrance. They halted the horses, Fenian looked to them with disgust. "What is your business here, elf?" one of the guards snorted. "You are not welcome 'ere." the other on retorted. "And your filthy, miniature kind are not welcome in our forest. But that's exactly where you were." he said to them as he gestured a hand to the Dwarf axe in the guards hand.
"This was found next to the dead body of my wife's protector and my wife is missing." he said to them with a glare. "No Dwarf's have left the city today!" the first guard shouted. Fenian pulled out his sword as did the guards. The Dwarf's brandished their hammers and axes, ready to fight until the last man.
Fenian then through his sword at the Dwarf's feet. "I wish an audience with the king." he said as he dismounted the horse, the guards did the same, throwing their swords at their feet as well.
The dwarf's lowered their weapons and looked to Fenian. "Only you." he said, Fenian bowed his head. One of the guards stepped forward. "This way." he said as he lead Fenian into the entrance.