An old fashioned raid [Ceaden]

[Kaledoria]

Chief Camus of the Jomurcumes had gathered his warriors, he had a total of 44, though some of the Moose riders were not there. However, that was okay, since the Antler-men were present and Camus accepted that they spoke for the tree of each pack.

"Guys, you have become lazy! most of you have not even seen an actual battle. And don't tell me about Robbers and Giant Wolves, I am talking of a battle."
In fact, Kaledoria had become quite since the inner fightings of the tribes had ceased. The Saludes and Myloles had already started to reduce their active warriors, hording the weapons in their forts while the soldiers were helping in the mine or on the pastures.

Camus would not allow that. He wanted his men in shape. "So, we will have a little trip north. The Cahunes have in the past often demonstrated, that they do not want to be any use to us in peace. So we will now make them cooperate posthumous." Camus laughed out and a few of his warriors laughed with him.
"But Trolls are tough bastards and they have in comparison little goods that are of use to us." One of the Orcs threw into the discussion. Fighting subjects, even of the lesser races, had some rights in Kaledoria, including the right to speak informal with the chiefs and shamans.

"Enter the Goblin Hunter!" Camus shouted out and the tent's front opened a bit and a Goblin was pushed in. He looked around nervously, and as he spotted the Group of Goblins smiled for a short moment, then reported: "I ... well I was looking for good places for my traps, and wandered off a bit to far north, I guess." The 5 Ogres looked angry for a moment, Goblins were not supposed to walk this far north. But then again, knowing that the small people were generally not welcomed by the people to the north and west, nobody really enforced that.

"So, I had a look at that Cahunes village," the Goblin continued in heavily accented High Kaledorian, "and there were some blooded warriors arriving. The fighters of them had just successfully raided a caravan, I suppose and they have made some good loot!"

"So, they are wounded and a good target. Great." Camus was happy. "Tomorrow morning, we will be joined by a few guys from the chariots, today we will feast." And again directed at the servants outside: "The food and drink in, now."
A big pot with an onion, tomato and potato stew was brought in, a rather common food enhanced with some cheese, bread and some lamb - a rather good food. They drank beer and a mix of milk and a local tea, that only grew in the valley between the two mountain ranges. The Ogres were the first to take from the meat (resulting in bigger then average portions, of course) and the Goblins had predefined portions, since otherwise this little people could be massively gluttonous, eating the food for 2 full grown men easily, even though they hardly needed half that of a Human or Orc. But beside this, the atmosphere was pretty nice and fraternal between the chief and his band of soldiers. They ate, they laughed and in the next morning they joined up with the chariot and headed north for their little raid.

[Kaledoria]

The next morning the warriors packed their stuff. They traveled to Hovuwun, where they stocked up rations and met with the Chariots, an Ogre and two Chariors mounted with 2 humans each. From there is was just two days north untill they arrived at the Cahunes village.

The Chariots attacked first, followed by the Moose Archers. They shoot the guard from a distance and (since he was able to shout a warning) then focussed on anybody with a weapon, they spotted between the tents.
"Retreat!" Romolgus the Chariot Ogre shouted as a group of Warriors emerged from the settlement, shields raised. The Jomurcumes fought defencivly, staying out of Javelin Range while shooting their bows - with minimal effect but the Cahunes followed. Out of the green, Camus and his men emerged from the forest and charged into their flank. Orcs, Humans and Beastmen took the small Trolls while the Ogres challenged the big ones. They had the advantage of numbers and on top of this, the chariots turned and drove closer. They jumped down and rushed into the enemies backs. A few of them wanted to flee but the Goblins with their Mooses and Wolfes had just waited for this and hunted them down easily.

The Jomurcumes entered the settlement. "Discipline, men," the Chief reminded his soldiers not to frenzy all out and burn and smash everything. You could usually pillage more, if you didn't destroy everything. His men secured the area and made sure the remaining villagers were really unarmed. Then cracks in the discipline became obvious. The men enjoyed the spoils of war. "Wait, what? Were not the Troll woman equally as disgusting to Humans and Orcs, as they were to Ogres? Camus wondered. Beastmen were a special case but it was late autum and their libido was on a low. He kept overseeing the central place and a while later his men apeared. First were the Goblins, they had made some finds: "Hey, Chief, looks at this really fine fabric. Much thinner then everything we have at home. They had really a lot of it in the corner of that hut over there. Probably didn't know what to do with it. Does not keep warm and they are not known to enjoy such fine thinks, are they? Hehe." The others obviously focussed more on al the thinks made of iron. It was a bad, rusty iron but maybe the smiths could make something useful of it. Last the Orc and Human raiders came and with them they brought a group of 5 women with them. "My Chief, the Trolls had made prisoners. We liberated them. Request to take those five home to great Kaledoria." Camus sighed. This usually ended bad for the men involved. They fell in a sick love with their victims, who ran away at first chance. But it was the kind of liberties he was supposed to allow if he wanted the total loyality of his soldiers, so he nodded.
However the man who had addresed him had another surprise: "I think I'm in love. Chief, look at this one, she has pointy ears, how weired is this? I think she likes me, must have low standards after the Trolls, hehe."

[Kaledoria]

Great Warlord Maraxus was going over the news from his lands. The bard (the job description for a traveling storyteller, lormaster and messenger, not necessarily a poet or musician as in other nations) reported:

"A hunter from the Myzoves has hunted down a mamoth on his own. The mines Guwum and Yomuwum report, that the gold yield this year might be lower then expected. Oh and the Jomurcumes have raided a small barbarien village near their borders and brought home some nice goods and prisoners, one of whom is believed to be an Elf."

"An Elf?" Maraxus wondered. "Have the Cocowes or Racudes reported any unusual activity at the south border?" - "No, my Warlord it does not seam like the Elf is of any importance to the Elves over there. Probably just an average subject."

Maraxus stroke his beard and decided to use the opportunity: "Has anyone been able to communicate with him? ...her yet? ... You, go there and see if you can learn this weird Elven language. You can take a Goblin or two with you, as you see fit, thee little guys are quite talented when it comes to languages. The Elf is to be treated well, obviously. See that the warrior who captured her understands this."