191 Clash (1)

In the late hours of the night where dark would turn to light, a low rhythmic rumbling shook the ground beneath the residents' bodies. However, these residents were not asleep in their beds. They were standing on the battlements of Fetch homesteads walls, weapons at their waists, bows in hand.

The rumbling was steady, an incessant pounding of boots against the ground, until the sources of the rumbling emerged in the dark of night.

Goblins. Thousands of them.

The orderly army of goblins emerged from the distant woods, marching in steady lines. The army of thousands bore many torches as they advanced in orderly formation. Despite their night vision, the demi-humans carried sufficient lighting to ensure they kept their ranks.

They marched forward, quickly closing the distance to Fetch homestead and reforming their lines 2 kilometres away from the city walls. And as their marching ceased, so too did the rumbling of the ground.

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