Thykahm had been walking for many an hour on the trail from his people’s kingdom in the mountains to these forests. He was in pursuit of a particular band of green skinned savages, composed mainly of Orcs and their smaller, but no less wretched, cousins Goblins. They were at blame for a recent raid upon his people’s home, and as such they had doomed themselves to the wrath of a Dwarven grudge. This seemingly endless green forest was suspected to be their place of refuge, where their shanty and crude settlement was most likely to be found. Horrible creatures in the words of every Dwarf in every land. He had found some crude tracks left by the distinctly heavy and crude boots fashioned by Orcs, hopefully the raiding party that was responsible for the recent attack. He followed them for a time, but soon stopped in his tracks.<br/><br/>A great plume of dense black smoke was rising above the treeline some distance ahead of his location. Orcs?  Surely, unless some overzealous Dark Elf had gone mad with fire. It perhaps wasn’t wise but he decided to investigate the situation. Walking for a few dozen metres he spotted the fire’s fuel. A small village that seemed to have been built by the Elven people. The buildings matched their style of building, it was flimsy and didn’t last long like Dwarven works, but it seemed good enough for their tastes. Such an act was monstrous, surely caused by people with no regard at all for the lives of others. It was upon that moment that he saw one of the perpetrators of this arson. A Dark Elf in what appeared to be military grade armour.<span style="color: #FF8000">“What the…” </span>He muttered, watching the Dark Elves and their fellows proceed to march into the village, weapons at the ready, presumably they were going to murder everyone in the entire village.<br/><br/>Such an act made Thykahm’s blood boil, such monstrous use of power against unarmed civilians, even if they were Elves, was horrific. At least your common Orc had enough brain power to fight back, these people were just common folk that were likely to be farmers and hunters. Nothing on par with these soldiers. But there he stood, powerless to stop them. He was but one Dwarf against numerous potential foes. It was a fight that he had no chance in surviving. Had the rest of his kingdom’s warrior been here, they would have stopped such a thing, but sadly there were miles away by now. Thykahm had to walk away.<br/><br/>Now rather angered, he walked further on his own path, seeking Orcs and Goblins in an endless green forest filled with potential animal threats. But still he trudged ever onwards. The forest was remarkably peaceful for what the kingdom’s scouts had reported it to be, or so it seemed. From a series of dull green bushes leapt two Orcs and one of their smaller Goblin cousins.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Oi!”</span>The presumed leader of the three bandits yelled at Thykahm.<span style="color: #FF0000">“We don’t like any of your stunty kind ‘ere!" </span>He added, still yelling at the heavily armoured Dwarf. In this time, Thykahm had already drawn his own weapon, a huge two-handed battleaxe, and was holding it at the ready.<span style="color: #FF4000">“And I don’t like any or your wretched kind!” </span>He yelled back at the green skinned bandits, charging at them. The Orcs were taken off-guard by the bravery of the Dwarf, expecting him to surrender since he was outnumbered. This surprise turned lethal, as the second, none-leader, Orc was cut down. His head removed from his body. Thykahm followed this up, by ramming his steel-armoured elbow into the jaw of the Goblin that followed them, cracking the creatures jaw, and likely knocking out a few teeth in the process. The creature let forth a shriek of pain, holding its jaw in immense pain. The lead Orc had found his moment, swinging his large jagged blade at the Dwarven warrior; he gave a large toothed grin, but soon a look of anger. The blow was clumsy, and the Dwarf’s armour too thick, for the blade did nothing but scratch the armour. He let forth a loud roar of rage, but was met with a gauntleted fist into his maw and an axe into his meaty chest.<br/><br/>The remaining Goblin’s morale had all but broken, for it held its weapon shakily and his face was filled with terror. In desperation, it scrambled at the Dwarf’s plate armour, its claws and makeshift weapon doing nothing. Thykahm drew his arm back, and pushed the Goblin in the opposite direct, flinging the small green skin into the dirt.<span style="color: #FF4000">“Where’s your camp wretch?” </span>Thykahm asked in a threatening voice, he would use this Goblin for information rather than outright death.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “There! Over there! West!” </span>The creature squealed, it’s voice distorted by the sudden lack of certain teeth.<span style="color: #FF4000">“Good.”</span>The Dwarf responded, ending the Goblin.<br/><br/>Now content, he walked westwards to where the Goblin had mentioned its camp being. But for the second time in one day, odd things were afoot. From the skies glided what looked two Elves. Maybe they were fleeing from the village? Thykahm was going to ask them, threat or not. They landed a dozen or so metres away from him, and there he got a better look. There was a man and woman, but the man seemed to have…wings?! That most certainly wasn’t normal for an Elf, or at least not the one’s Thykahm had met.<br/><br/>Approaching them, he saw that they had settled into some strange defensive stances, proclaiming<span style="color: #0000FF">‘Who’s there? Show yourself!’</span>If they had escaped from the village, it was a given that they would most certainly be jumpy and a fair bit scared probably. Standing at his full height, with weapon upon his back, Thykahm stepped out into their vision.<span style="color: #FF4000">“Greetings there Elves.” </span>He began, trying not to be threatening in the least.<span style="color: #FF4000">“I mean you no harm. But I will ask, where you at that village that was burned down not too far away?”</span>He was confident that they weren’t foes, and their magic wouldn’t exactly be all too useful given he was a Dwarf. Though the former would be answered soon enough.