Goblin Invasion (Red and Kaybee)

[Seranda]

The rise of humanity was a swift one, but never easy. Fighting among themselves even to this day, humans came across many different types of threats. Giants, Elves, even dragons at one time. While they continue to betray and steal from each other, one looming treat continued to repeat itself, the numerous and resilient Goblins.

Having resided on the surface after digging out of the mysterious underground, the goblins went mostly ignored until they attacked a town, and kidnapped women to reproduce. Since then, humanity has stomped them back to the underground, where they built the city of Dome.

Having re-emerged time and time again, the goblins became a pest which over time got more and more difficult to deal with. Their last emergence resulted in a castle nearly being taken.

People never understood where they come from. It is commonly known that there are no females among them, and they rape their victims to repopulate. There is a rumor of a queen which gave birth to the first goblins. Or so the stories say...

Their next attack would be unlike any other. History would change forever with the 19th goblin invasion.

Dome had set up their next attack to overrun the long lived kingdom of Hempstead. The royal family consisted of the king and queen of course, they have five children, three fine boys, followed by their only girl and again another boy. They had grown quite a bit, and the kingdom looked like it would be in good hands.

"And that's how the 17th goblin uprising was stopped. The goblins wouldn't learn however.. as they rose again 70 years ago and again, song with our allies, Hempstead crushed their morale and spirit. Your grandfather, was a powerful leader during his time, slaying over 30 goblins during the campaign..."


Larissa hung her head over a desk, she and her brothers being educated in history. The elder brothers had already taken in this lesson, so the younger few were left with old man Walden and his infinitely boring wisdom.

 

[Kaybee]

Knight-Captain Oralun made it his regular duty to oversee the changing of the guard each morning, and it was only by that dint that he of all knights was forewarned of the coming disaster. He stood at the parapet, glancing at the trees rustling below the castle walls as he watched the night watch exchange their places with the morning.

He was wearing padding, but no mail or plate overtop, not for what had become a routine of his after all. The walls were sixty feet high and a full five feet thick at their narrowest points, surely no force could hope to ambush them from outside.

A clatter of metal interrupted his thought and he looked over, expecting to see some recruit who'd dropped his shield or a ballista bolt that had tumbled over.

Instead, he saw nothing...

Puzzled, his brow furrowed, and he stalked towards the source of the sound, peering around one of the thick merlons to see a four pronged grapnel clinging to the stone.

It took him a full minute to realize what he was seeing. It simply didn't register, didn't connect, a grapnel? What sort of madman would scale the walls? He looked over the side and then his eyes widened as he the sight of a thickset goblin scampering up the line, dozens more swarming up ladders next to it, leaned so close to the base of the walls that they hadn't even been seen as the guards busied themselves with watching the horizon once they'd changed.

"T-to arms!" He Oralun sprang back from the stone as though he'd been burnt, scrabbling for his sword. A surprise attack, a damned ambush! All around him the goblins were leaping onto the wall, swarming over the guards in packs of two and three, overwhelming the troops. "To Arms!" He could hear someone ringing the warning bell as he drew his sword. This couldn't be the only force, there were probably more, could they have managed to sneak into the castle elsewhere?

"The Princess... the Queen..." One of the greenskins came for Oralun at a run and he swung at it, bisecting the creature with a vicious swing, but more were turning to him now, even as the guards began to mount a proper resistance, though they were still being overwhelmed.

With shame burning in his heart, the knight turned and ran.

The guards could be left, the safety of the kingdom was what mattered, the safety of the royal family.

He had to protect them...

Elsewhere in the castle, under the tolling of the warning bells, screams began to rise...

 

[Seranda]

A guard yelled as he was dropped to his death as he attempted to remove a grapnel. His body crushed against the ground, his armor keeping his meats from spilling out, but the young man was long dead. The goblins continued to climb and the guards at duty were doing everything they could to stop them.

These goblins were unlike the stories, powerful and nothing about them was meek. Tough skin, foul smell, wielding clubs and armor of their own origin, these creatures were spawned for war.

The king, surrounded by his Kingsmen braced for any type of conflict. He feared for his four sons, especially the youngest, and refused to think of the perversions his daughter would suffer if they were overtaken.

"Send word to Yarvistead, we are under attack! And find my children!" He yelled, goblins approaching his massive doors. The king drew his blade and tossed his crown aside. They may be older in age, they may be the top priority in terms of security, but if the king and queen weren't something, it was helpless. As soon as the gates popped open, the king was the first to charge and lop off a green head. His men rushed to his aid, and his beautiful queen remained calmly in the back with two females in armor. She reached for her bow and drew, a fine arrow whistling for a second before impaling a goblin skull.

Larissa was unsure of what was happening, but like a nightmare, the floor under their feet began to crumble. A large goblin emerged first as Larissa screamed loud enough for the knight commander to hear. "Walden! We must leave! She grabbed her brother but didn't know where to go. Why was there never any guards when they were with Walden?

The old man frowned, "Back to your holes!" He yelled, his fingertips crackling with blue light. With a battle cry, the old mage in black zapped the monster, hearing it yell in pain until it was left an electrified crisp. Three more shoved each other out of the hole, and Walden prepared to roast them as well. He heard Larissa cry out and turned, only to have his face hit by a club. He spun a full 360 degrees before falling, his mouth and head bleeding profusely.

 

[Kaybee]

Oralun took the stone steps two at a time as he bounded down the stairs, doing his best to close his ears to the shouts and screams of the guards behind him. The Royal Family, the Queen, he had to protect the queen, if the goblins got their hands on her majesty...

His brain cut that thought short, refusing to even imagine such a fate, he simply couldn't let it happen.

The screams echoed, bouncing from the stones of the castle walls, sounding both ahead and behind now as he ran, sending his pulse quickening. He rounded a corner, already drawing his sword once more as another goblin came into view and lunging forwards. Oralun was hardly a young man but he'd kept himself fit with regular training and he was already moving at speed as the greenskin turned, giving him the satisfaction of seeing it's eyes widen right before he rammed his sword through it's torso. Amazingly, it didn't die straight away, still trying to clutch at him, to strike him even as he drove his shoulder into the goblin's chest to push it off his sword. Were these truly the monsters of the stories? But they had always been described as cringing or cowardly, smaller than a man...

Even the dextrous ones mounting the assault on the walls were the height of a man, elongated and inhuman but tall, and the one he'd just killed had easily been a few inches taller than him.

Staring down at the corpse, Oralun felt doubt...

But duty did not care for doubt, and all around the fighting still sounded.

He pressed on.

His heart sank as he drew closer to the throne room. Around every corner and along every corridor it seemed more goblins were lurking, rushing towards the sounds of combat. Had they not been so focused on getting to the heart of the kingdom Oralun might have died taking them on but so many of them had their backs turned when he came for them, leaving clear openings.

A single lucky Goblin that looked behind him could end his rampage and he knew it, but he could hardly slow down either as he heard more close in from behind. How many must be attacking right now? Hundreds? Thousands? How many more were outside the walls rampaging through the surrounding villages? Through the city streets? Would the guard even stand a chance?

A scream sounded, higher than the queen, her daughter then? "Larissa!" Oralun pivoted, scrambling to turn and take a different corridor. that could only have been the princess, and while his duty lay with the monarchy, their majesties would never forgive him if they knew he'd heard their daughter and failed to go to her aid. He wasn't the only one who heard the scream however, as while many of the goblins pressed the assault on the queen's defenders, many more of them identified the scream as easier prey to be had, and turned towards it.

Even if he could save the princess and princes from the greenskins could he hope to defend them against the tide that would follow?

 

[Seranda]

The two elder brothers had been cutting away as best as they could. With limited combat under their belts, they'd soon tire and be killed. They seemed calm, despite the middle child left a battered mess like a smeared fly on a wall. Larissa was on her knees, crying loudly as guards around them were being picked off. They had no morale, seeing the young prince turned to paste didn't help either. The youngest boy, and Walden the mage lay at Larissa's lap, the mage likely to die due to blunt trauma. The blonde girl simply cried, a stray goblin eyeing her. Fortunately at that moment Orlaun entered, since the goblin, more murderous than perverted, lifted his club as he readied to whack Larissa's head. Her brothers weren't close, she was in despair, the guards feared for their own lives and the mage was of no use.

 

[Kaybee]

Oralun's eyes went wide as he caught sight of the goblin's raised club and lunged, driving his shoulder into the greenskin's back and his blade through the creature's stomach. He listened to it gurgle, tiredness starting to creep up on him. Running all the way here from the top of the wall was easier than it would have been in full armor but Oralun was not precisely young any more and the running battle had left him strained.

Nonetheless he stood his ground, and on the greenskins came. "Get behind me princess!" At first there were only a handful, crawling up through the hole in the floor, easily dispatched from the higher ground, but the captain had drawn attention in his made dash. The goblins came angry at first, seeking to kill the one who'd slain their kind but as Oralun held the entrances the greenskins began to realize Larissa's presence, inspiring a fresh fervor into them.

Slowly but steadily, they piled assault after assault upon Oralun, and would have worn him to exhaustion with sheer numbers had not one of them gotten lucky after a handful of minutes. The Knight went down, stunned by a blow to the head, not quite dead, but incapacitated and ignored as the goblins stepped over him and began to surround the princess, the one who'd clubbed him reaching for her first with a cruel smirk on it's twisted face.

 

[Seranda]

The eldest brother got punched hard in the face, and fell to the floor, his jaw broken. The middle brother rushed to Larissa taking a well-executed lunge at the goblin's arm, attempting to cut it off. He heard his eldest brother's head crushed under the foot of a goblin and gritted his teeth bravely. "Get your filthy hands off my sister!" He grew excited and tried to push the goblin back with further strikes, the young and talented man clearly exhausted, but held his composure even after knowing his own brother was just stepped on and killed. Larissa tried to reach for the knight, just for some sort of support, but she was truly surrounded, and she began to see things she wish she hadn't. Of course the killing of her people and relatives was terrible, but she was starting to see their disgusting and large genitals under their sashes and cloths. They were larger than humans and some of them looked like killing her was the last thing on their mind. A goblin grabbed old Walden by the ankles as Larissa tried to hold on to him. She failed to do so, the man tossed into a wall, cracking it, along with many bones in his already frail body.

 

[Kaybee]

Oralun tried to move, tried to do anything, but his entire body was filled with exhaustion and pain and every attempt to move or rise made the ache blossom into white hot agony, forcing him down again. He was sure his ribs were broken where the goblin had stepped on him, that one ankle was twisted and one of his fingers bent the wrong way, but those were secondary as the goblins stepped forwards to grab Larissa, lust beginning to override their lethal urges in favor of more perverse ones. Oralun couldn't look away, couldn't even turn his head, and despite every effort, he couldn't seem to close his eyes, like watching a disaster unfold in slow motion, hypnotizing him into staring at the awful sight.

One of the goblins grabbed Larissa by shoulders and forced her down, one hand staying to keep her from rising while the other fished in the creature's loincloth for his cock, the musky organ springing free to slap against Larissa's cheek. The expectation was obvious. "Suck."

Meanwhile, other goblins moved to surrouond, a few well placed kicks ensuring that the males in the room were down so that they could focus on the captured princess. If she didn't surrender, well, they would just take her by force, but it would be a lot less painful if she did it their way...

 

[Seranda]

Larissa did not know this, but her instincts would take over. "Please stop killing! Stop killing I will do whatever you want!" The middle brother was on the ground, seconds from getting pounded to mush. "Larissa! Don't!" The brother yelled, Larissa pressing her finger to her lips, she looked at the goblin. "Please spare these people. They can't fight you anymore." The smell hit her and she started feeling wooziness. Her head hung down, her hand taking the large member and bringing it to her lips. The smell was so foul, but the princess opened her mouth and tried to take him. Meanwhile, the old mage died of his injuries.

The King and Queen were doing their best to hold off the horse royal guards had been dropping like flies, the ground littered with bodies of goblins and men alike. The king swooped towards a group, taking a beautiful swing, looping off two heads of the three in front of him, his balde caught in the neck of the third. This allowed another goblin to to crush into his head with a club, the king going down, his helmet shattered, the only thing keeping him alive right now was that gear, and the sight of his wife's arrows still crushing goblins.