As the evening descended, a sharp wind picked up, rustling the trees with an ominous wave.
This was followed by a stillness in the air, a dreadful silence that seemed to weigh heavily on the village.
Suddenly, from the depths of the dense woods, came the sounds that turned the blood in Gobtia's veins into ice; the guttural roars of orcs.
"ROAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!!!"
Orcs were creatures of nightmares. Bigger, stronger, and notoriously bloodthirsty, they lived in the darkness of the forest.
Most Goblins in the village had never seen Orcs before, they had only heard of them through stories, and Gobtia was no exception.
The older goblins had always been wary of the woods and its deadly inhabitants, maintaining a safe distance from it.
But tonight, that peace was shattered.
A horde of orcs, their red eyes gleaming menacingly under the moonlight, descended upon the village. The goblins, though smaller and weaker, did not back down.
