BOOM!
The wall exploded over the top of Aces, rock crumbled down beside him.
Taking refuge behind a fallen pillar Ace swung his trusty musket up and over the fallen rock and peered down the scope.
"Where are you Mr Holt" He muttered under his breath "I know you're out there"
A flash caught Aces attention, then lining up his the half orcs head in his scope he squeezed the trigger. The great hulk hit the wall behind him, leaving a red trail as he slid down.
"And theres the Kicker" Ace said, slinging his musket over one shoulder.
Ace slowly made his way across the courtyard, chunks of stone and giant throwing axes laid around the place, evidence of the struggle between Mr Holt, the half orc barbarian, and himself.
Approaching the still warm body of the brute Ace bent down to check his shot, straight through the head as always.
"How did it all come to this" Ace asked himself.
Just 6 years ago he had been trudging the mud with his goblin brethren, leader of the Bloodear tribe, a relatively small tribe whose greatest accomplishments amounted to a few small skirmishes that had won them a little plot of land with a few makeshift tents on it.
Ofcourse Ace had gone under a different name then, Gnarloc Grint, he had built the Bloodear tribe up from the mud, literally.
Then he had discovered the barrel, and after that his world had changed. The barrel had contained a black powder that exploded when ignited by fire, and it had excited the little goblins, never had they seen something so powerful. Many tribes wielded fire to terrorise other tribes in battle, but the power this black powder gave the Bloodear tribe was unprecended.
Thats when Ace got the idea.
Ace had a dream, he wanted to Bloodear tribe at the top, the largest tribe in the world, and unite all the goblin tribes under his banner.
It had worked rather well, epic battles were fought that under normal circumstances they would have lost, but the power of the powder gave them the edge and soon the Bloodear tribe had incorporated several of the other small tribes, aswell as the Whitenose tribe, one of the greatest warrior tribes known to goblins.
As a sign of good faith Ace had allow Farlof Mit, the leader of the Whitenose, into his war party.
Things went well for a while, the Bloodear tribe was uniting the goblins under one banner, Ace had been focused so much on his dream that he hadn't noticed the dissent within his war party.
Unbeknownst to him, Farlof had been working against Ace, convincing the other members of the war party to move against Ace.
And then the last day that Ace would ever be a goblin came. He had been scouting ahead with a small band of warriors, when he was ambushed by several goblins. His band fell quickly and Ace found himself staring face to face with Farlof Mit, one of the greatest goblin warriors in history.
He would never forget the sneer of Farlofs face that day after he was dragged back to the war camp, the other members of his war party standing around him.
Farlof had assembled every goblin in the area. Ace looked around as Farlof ranted about the rise of the Whitenose tribe, he noticed that the leaders of the Bloodear tribe had been gathered up and surrounded by a group of warrior goblins.
Then Farlof ordered Ace to be brought in front of him.
"Gnarloc Grint, leader of the Bloodear tribe" Farlof sneered "You are unfit for command, especially of a tribe this large, but thanks to you my job has been made a lot easier, now I have a much larger tribe of warriors"
Farlof signalled to his guards and the brought their spears up over the heads of the members of the Bloodear tribe.
"And your blood makes us weak" Farlof continued "Hence forth, the Bloodear tribe will be disolved, and you, Gnarloc, will be executed..Get him out of my sight"
And with that the spears came down, Ace screamed as his watched his family die, and then he grabbed the nearest guard, wrenching his sword from him and attacked.
The fight didn't last long, Ace escaped the camp, but he could never go back.
He wandered the wilds for a long time, he wasn't sure how long exactly, stealing food from farms where he could.
He had commited the secrets of the powder to memory, recalling how to make it he used it to scare off bandits from their camps and then rummaged through what was left for equipment.
Thats how he gained the Orders attention.
