NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:
Having decided that Im not acting gobliny enough, it has been determined that I will engage in a pointless war of aggression against whoever the hell is over there.

IC:
It was decided today by the BMG high council, in collaberation with King Krark, that the armies of Blood Moon would move into the west of the nation and annex a large amount of territory there, because King Krark needs somewhere to build a vacation home that isnt knee deep in stagnant water, infested by trolls, or covered in dust.
General reports from the area indicate that it is a slightly drier varient of the swamp that covers most of the habitable area of Blood Moon, but anything is better than here.
In order to pacify whatever natives there are, two Akec Shuur (Infantry Corps, 100,000 Goblins), two Shuulkakec (Company) of Hussars (light armour), two of Dragoons (MBT's), one of Heavy Dragoons, and one of Lancers have been sent, for a total of 101,300 troops, and lots of assorted tanks.
We do not beleive that air support will be needed, but if it is we have planes standing by close to our frontier with the west.

King Krark had this to say on the invasion:
"Get da freek outta my room! What da hell are joo doin here! GET OUT!"

Later, when he was dressed, he made this statement:
"Da nation of Blood Moon is goin' ta take dis land fer da good of da people dere who do not have da been-if-it of a technicaly ad-vanced civi-liza-shun like ours. Dese people have long suffered under da heel of local wer-lords and... Aww hell, we jus' want da land. And I need my vacation home. Dese damn reporteres 'r drivin me nuts."

The small human village just outside the Waste was rather suprised when several thosand heavily armed Goblins appeared on the Horizon. Their suprise only increased when the tanks followed behind them.
Their suprise mounted, if possible, even more when the first shells from the various artillery pieces landed, fired by the Lancer squads just over the small rise in the East.
The few remaining were terminally surpised by the fact that these Goblins moved with some organization, didnt stop to loot anything until the raid had finished, and were apparently using moderatly modern rifles with some effeciency.
With jolly cries of 'tag!' and 'Found you!' the Goblins set to work massacring the remaining villagers and burning down whatever was flammable. A few made a spirited attempt to set fire to the villages cobblestone road, but gave up when the villages rates abandoned the grain silo because it was currently on fire.
As the road-burners set off after their three course dinner, the grain silo burned a bit more, Goblins, who dont normaly eat grain products, did not know a few important facts about grain dust.
Like the explosions.
The silo, which was fairly large, took off with a loud 'FWOOM!', circled the village once, and then exploded, showering everything with flaming fragments of wood, grain and rat.
The villagers were turned in dismay as the years harvest rained down around them, occasionaly getting in their eyes and stinging quite badly.
The few with any kind of weapon siezed them immidiatly and began to attempt ot resist the goblin invaders. This proved to be innefective though, because the Goblins didnt seem to bother laughing at you if you wielded a pitchfork at them, because the average Goblin was using a pitchfork as a weapon only a few years ago and knows how much damage one can do in the hands of, say, a stable hand. Especialy if it was recently used.
One unfourtunate group of villagers ran into the squad of Heavy Dragoons sent to secure the town square. The tanks 75mm sponson gun, designed to fire anti-infatry rounds, made quick work of them and the Goblins engaging them, supplemented by the two heavy machine gun turrets on the tank.
After mopping up the remaining citizens, the Goblins went about the normal Goblin tasks of looting and setting fire to things. Rape was generaly out of the question, everybody was dead and Goblins usualy dont swing that way. One or two made spirited attempts on local housing, but were pulled away by their companions and givin instructions that the sleeping quarters were not to be molested.

Shortly thereafter the Goblin command set up its forward post in the local church, Nerk Mal Hakagach, that is, Nerk the Head General, immidiatly claimed the gold ornaments set about and began using the alter as a planning table.
The other generals crowded around, grunting, nodding, and attempting to understand the generals plan.
Charcoal lines now decorated the alter, its former white marble surface maligned (no pun intended) with a number of interesting designs. apparently the Head General planned to devided the nation up into a giant smiliy face before the actual attack commenced.
However this was all cleared up soon. It was decided that Turf Hakagach would swing to the North, then west, then south, cutting off any aid that might come to the people in the area.
Slarg Hakagach would move south and west, then north and meet up with Turf, then move east and meet up with Nerk, who would be moving constantly west.
Once this was acomplished the goblin armies would move outward and mop up anything that was left, possibly burning it down as they left.