Here's a short story. I hope you guys enjoy it.
"The night was falling. Gaunt, oddly shaped trees drowned in shadows, motionlessly guarding the dark land. The forest looked grim and inhospitable, its bare branches almost interwined, cold wind blowing.
Two dwarves were sitting silently beside the fire, shivering from the cold, trying to keep warm. Both of them were obviously warriors - The older one, a muscular, tough-looking grey-haired dwarf with a bandaged hand was wearing a heavily battered suit of steel armor, while the younger one only had a bismuth bronze breasplate and a helmet. Two long pikes were lying next to them, alongside with a pair of polished falchions.
- It's so cold... - The young dwarf pulled a small flask out of his pocked and took a swig. - These forests... You know, I haven't seen a single beast here, not even a bird.
His older companion grimased and continued to hastly wrap his wounded palm in a blanket.
- Hey, Feb, don't you mind if we talk a little? - the younger warrior smiled weakly - Honestly saying, this place is giving me creeps...
- Dear Armok, Drake... - Feb frowned and gave the youngster an angry look.- You see, I'm a little bit busy right now, ok? Drake... - suddenly old warrior chucled and turned his face to his companion.
- Your name always sounded odd for me.
- There exists a tradition that children from Lizard clan are given reptile-related names. - Drake looked a bit embarassed.
- Reptile-related? - for a moment Feb was confused, but then smirked - Well, it sounds more like a certain quacking bird...
- I know. - Drake's face turned red. - My parents were simple townsfolk. I shouldn't blame them...They thought it was some kind of a dragon.
- Fair enough, son. - The old dwarf nodded and then suddenly raised on his feet, looking in the forest behind the younger companion.
- Wait here, kid. You know what to do. - Feb took a falcion with his healthy hand and slowly approached the edge of the forest. A tall, thin silhouette was hiding behind the trees. For a moment Feb thought it was a chaos dwarf, but the shadow he noticed was larger than the one of an average dwarf. He stood there for a moment and then said loudly:
- Is that you, Smunstu? Stop creeping in the swadows! Get over here, we got a flask of good rum for you!
For a moment, it was silent. Then the thick bushes moved aside, and a tall, gaunt hobgoblin appeared on the clearing.
- Hello there, Feb. Glad to see you alive. - he said with heavy accent. His light ward iron cuirass and leather leggings were heavily scratched, as if he had fought with some large beast. A large bow was hanging on his shoulder.
Three warriors were now sitting on the clearing. Smunstu Kutsmobngur, a hobgoblin from the mounted archers horde, took a gulp of rum and was now was polishing his metal gauntlets.
- So, whats the situation? Drake impatiently rubbed his hands - I heard something really weird happened near Metalfair.
- Weird? Smunstu narrowed his eyes Oh no, little dwarf. It was something really dreadful that happened
- So, how the battle went? Feb looked at the hobgoblin curiously.
- At first, we were winning. Human legionnaires and dwarven regiment with the help of Varmarii rangers and local tigermen militia were holding the defences on a top of the hill, while knights and our cavalry tried to flank those nutbags
And then, suddenly, a giant wave of black smoke covered the whole place. These assholes must have used some dark magic. As soon as everyone started stabbing each other, it all went f***ing chaotic. The general got crazy and shot my mount the hobgoblin sighed Poor Tode. It was a good doggie
When I was a small gobbo, I used to ride it all day long.
- And
What happened to the others? Drake was looking at the hobgoblin nervously.
- The others? Smunstu pondered. Well, a good bit of riders got away in time. Some of the infantry also managed to retreat. Ive seen a group of tigermen pushing through enemy ranks towards the valley. The first cohort was definitely wiped by chaos dwarves, as well as the first line of dwarven phalanx. Cave swallow men got f***ed, and elves must have fleed in the forest, as they usually do.
- So, what are we going to do now? We cant just sit here waiting for chaos dwarves to come! The young dwarf jumped on his feet, swinging his hands.
- Dont worry, kid
I got a plan. Feb stretched his back Yesterday I met two humies while scouting. They said that the chaosites gathered in some kind of a camp near the river. There are no patrols here
Well, at least for now.
By the way, here's the second part. I hope it's better in a way of storytelling: