An hour ago...
A Goblin who had left the gobo crowd outside the Blood Fists main tent after the fight. Has made his way to the north of the Get where his Warband leader sits.
He is a regular green goblin, with a heavily mixed blood line so no one in particular trait has popped up in him. He is taller than average being one point two meters tall. His nails are black from working with poisons. His eyes are glazed over and he speaks with a slur most of the time. His skin is also an unhealthy pale green with a few boils on his back.
"Report gobo!" He says as the gobo enters the tent, an unremarkable and spartan structure. Inside its as brown as the outside. The smell inside is overbearing with hints of carrion flesh.
"My master, your servant has been defeated and lies hung up outside his own command tent," The almost luminous green gobo says, removing his cowl and falling to his knees. Also secretly the lower you are the better the smell.
"What impossible. I gave him the numbers." Says Kluk. Kluk has been a close friend of Raul. As close heaven and earth, which for kluk is the closest anyone will get to him.
"Those that were charmed to him, had not been incorporated, into his band my master." Says Week, His voice a terrible dull tone sounding the way as overboiled unsalted rice tastes. The tent table shakes, vials and potions espace to the cold dirt floor.
"What did you say Week. Was I not clear!" Kluk coughs his lungs full of gunk. Again spitting black tar from his mouth.
"Answer me Week, what happened?" Week shrinks in placing, he is not Raul. 'How in the seven clocks should I know. Lie lie lie.' he thinks.
"Raul is a fool my master. He picked a fight the Mob leader, you know the one master." Weeks eyes are moving all about the room looking for clues.
"Yes Week, I know who you mean. Gcina's plaything, that limp dick piece of shit Tau." says kluk his teeth stained black from chewing tar.
"My master you know them?" asks Week. He is dying to find out anything. He needs to report to his true masters. Those two are his furtue.
"In another life we were friends, until she betrayed me!" Kluk says getting dressed in a blue skin amoured. This light armor is type stiff clothing that most goblins know to make.
Kluk says, "Prepare the band and let's make way to the Blood Fists."
Week rushes to his feet dashing out the tent. His master does not repeat himself and the instruction was very clear. His masters Warband is only ten strong and all made up of uninspiring younglings who Noone else would take. Mostly his master uses them as test subjects for his poisons.
By the time Kluk walks out of his tent the cool evening air is blowing and the moon is showing her cheek. Kluk has always liked the moon. Unlike the it doesn't burn his host body.
Week walks up with the ten band members. They are a montely crew of disheveled and disheartened younglings. The spears in their hands thicker than their arms.
Kluk flicks his sorry excuse for a cape and the band follows behind them. Sneers and soft chuckles can be heard by from some of the other goblins.
The northern hunting ground is barren and desolate of any real creatures to grow a band. Even the northern Rovering band is still just five weak gob. The next weakest is the western Rovering Band which already had hyneas to pull carts and ride. A fertile growing Rover of about twenty goblins. And they have a beautiful Hobgoblin.
The Warband marches towards the camps making its way past the ruins and market. They look like childern playing at war, his Warband is really thin and really young.
Ayanda says, "Sister do you think we should, go take a peak after all, with the western Warband leader dead and the northern one about to die. It means we will have a boss soon."
Ayanda's goblin form is pure smooth tin green like an evergreen. Her plenty mounds and thin barely there clothes a feast for the ravens. She is wearing one of two matching bow and arrow sets. Her sister Asanda sits eating the heart of a freshly killed gobo who was trying to have his way with her.
"They still have to beat Dimitri and I doubt a small Get like this can take his. For god sake they don't even have a banner," says Asande lamenting that they got the shitty scouting mission.
Kluk passes them Ayanda holding her nose at his fowl scent. The boys following Kluk stare at the beautiful sisters as they march along. The crowd barely notices them those that do and do not mistake them for camp followers of another Warband laugh and point. Some even brazenly calling them names. The one that seem to have for moment is shit stains.
Kluk doesn't care he has his plan, kill Raul then Kill Tau and become the Mob leader. He pretty sure he can take Tau as long as Raul is still alive.
Kluk probably like most Warband leaders believe that Tau. Left Raul alive because he is soft. If he follows the ways he should have killed and if he wanted to embrass him he should have made him yield however neither have happened. They basically had fight in the streets.
Kluk isn't the best fighter but he is smart and in a real duel there are no rules only surrender and death. Kluk pushes the last few gobos blocking his way. On his left in one of the other red tent is all the Blood fist are waiting.
"Dumb idiots." Looking at Raul it worse than expected. Even he thinks again when sees Raul limb less body hanging from the flag post and left to be feed on by the vultures.
Kluk spits holding out his hand, one of the boys comes out of line. Kluk would to think it's a military formation but in reality. Organizing ten boys to stand in two is no drill. The boy pulls out a short more sturdy spear. Handing it over to kluk.
A javelin flies across the straight into Raul's head. He struggles for a few second before his body goes limp. Kluk shimmers which is odd it not something that usually happened between gobo kills.
Kluk start laughing maniacally, coughing then spits out a large ball of black tar.
"Tau!" Shouts the pale demon.
"Tau come out and face you coward!" Palesa walks out of then pulling the chair right to the entrance of the flap. She sits on the chair. Eyeing the Warband leader, her eyes full of disgust. No goblin would allow themselves to grow boils. That is a sign of diseases and death.
" Dare you not come out!" A spatter of tar running down his chin. His black fingernail pointed at the tent.
"What kind of leader refuses a challenge?" Gcina comes out, cool calm and collected. A serine picture of goblin pride.
"I will kill them all!" Tau walks out, looking at the man. Tau's red eyes shining violently.
Tau takes Raul sword, it is better than his and he does not want to dirty his own blade with whatever is going on with that goblin.
"Week, begin now!" Week appears a sharp contrast to the rest of his band. Where they are is well lined. Where they are weak he is strong and where they are barely clothed. He is wearing some kind of armor even better than Kluk.
"My master, War leader of the Black Blood challenges you. Band slayer. This is a bout of revenge for his fallen band brother.
My master seeks the lives of all your mob as compensation for the life of Raul Warband Leader of the Blood Fists and Band brother of the Blood. Do you accept my masters challenge. " says week this is one of the ways his master operate to rattle people but Tau like Gcina have no idea who the Blood are.
Secondly by asking for lives of his band if he says no which is the same as surrendering he can still fuck up Tau's mob.
Thirdly by being so long winded the vows of honorable combat are skipped.
Tau draws a circle around him then assumes the position. Placing his right leg in front with his sword in front of that. Kluk does the same with his sword. A simple blade that is actually a sharpened piece of metal.
Klux runs his hand across the blade cutting himself. Coating it in his blood. The youngling Warband yell out.
"Black Blood!" Tau isn't surprising any good goblin likes a bit of blood letting.