Greyhawk Game Blog

This evening after supper, all was quiet before the Captain suddenly called the Company to arms. A column of 30 warg-mounted goblins was approaching, though thanks to the relative flatness of the plain, we picked them up almost half a mile away, which allowed us time to set a defense.

At extreme range, the archers opened fire, but their arrows were blown off target by a sudden swirling wind. An Astral search revealed the enemy was being protected by air and earth spirits, so Nyra conjured up some spirits of our own to battle them. And battle them they did, eventually besting the lot of them, which allowed the archers’ missiles to find their targets, and wargs started falling. I wish I could have seen the Astral battle between the spirits, but I was engaged in preparing to meet the enemy, who by this time were only about a hundred meters away.

When they reached a distance of 25 meters, Dreune caused a large plot of earth to turn into magma, causing the wargs to howl in pain. The neat line-abreast formation broke apart and some wargs panicked and began to retreat. Others did not, and a few seconds, later two small columns exited the magma field, headed towards us – a group of six coming up the middle and four more coming at the right flank. To counter those threats, Master Sergeant Drathon sent the Captain and Lieutenant to assist on the right flank, while he himself went forward to assist the infantry in the middle.

I have to admit that there was too much action on the ground, and it was happening too fast for me to truly follow. The end result was that Alonso and Marky’s horses were killed, while Gustuv and Orvin’s horses were badly wounded. Of the infantry, only Miles escaped with his horse intact, and only Orvin was slightly injured, the Company’s only injury.

Of the enemy, out of an estimated 30 wargs, each ridden by a goblin, we counted 22 dead wargs and 11 dead goblins. We also captured 3 goblins. In all, the Company killed or captured 36 of our 60 foes, while suffering only two dead horses, two injured horses, and a minor wound to one cavalryman. The evening’s festivities were, to ridiculously understate the matter, raucous.

On a personal note, I personally killed three wargs and their goblin riders. I don’t know how I feel about that. When I awoke this morning, I had never taken a life before, and within the space of a few minutes, I took 6. I realize that this is war and that the normal rules of civilized life do not apply. Still, I am finding it difficult to reconcile this change. Everything is different. I’m afraid I wasn’t much fun to be around at the celebration. Dreune, the Captain, the Lieutenant, and Master Sergeant Drathon all congratulated me. Shasivin did likewise, but I can see the Company members looking at me differently than they ever have before. In their eyes I see both fear and respect, and I feel I deserve neither. Will I be able to do it again if called upon to do so? I fear the answer is ‘yes’, and wonder what that says about me.