Elven Rebirth

Chapter 6. Rebuild and Reorganize

As the sun began to set on the victorious battle, Eryndor and his goblin entourage made their way back to the village, carrying the lifeless bodies of the orcs. The goblins chattered excitedly among themselves, their eyes gleaming with pride and accomplishment. The spoils of war would provide them with a much-needed feast, and Eryndor knew that this would boost morale and bring the tribe closer together.

Upon arriving at the village, Eryndor gathered the goblins around him. "Today, we proved our strength and resilience," he declared, his voice echoing through the ruined village. "But our work is far from over. We must rebuild and ensure our village is secure and prosperous."

Eryndor's gaze fell upon Grimp, the battle-scarred goblin who had fought bravely alongside him. "Grimp, your loyalty and bravery have earned you a place by my side. From this day forward, you will serve as my second-in-command."

Grimp's eyes widened in surprise, and he nodded solemnly, accepting the responsibility.

Next, Eryndor's attention turned to a stout female goblin with a missing tooth and a scar above her eyebrow. "Gorsha, your culinary skills are renowned among our kin. I appoint you as our village chef. Select a few capable females to aid you in preparing meals for our tribe."

Gorsha beamed with pride, her face creasing into a wide smile. "Me, Chef! Me choose best helpers! Make belly-happy food!"

Eryndor chuckled, pleased with Gorsha's enthusiasm. He then turned to the burlier goblins, their muscular physiques evident even under their tattered clothing. "You, Krog, Vorg, and Throk, will form our hunting party and village guard. Your strength will protect our kin and provide for our tables."

The appointed goblins grinned, flexing their muscles in excitement.

With his leadership team in place, Eryndor focused on the daunting task of rebuilding the village. He surveyed the damage, his mind racing with strategies and plans. Many houses were beyond repair, reduced to smoldering ruins or splintered timber.

Eryndor summoned the goblins with carpentry skills, tasking them with designing and constructing new homes using the surrounding forest's resources. He assigned others to gather materials, cut trees, and shape wooden beams.

As night fell, the village transformed into a hive of activity. Goblins worked tirelessly, their torches casting flickering shadows on the ground. Eryndor moved among them, offering guidance and encouragement.

To ensure efficiency, Eryndor divided the village into sections, assigning specific tasks to each group. Some goblins focused on crafting tools, while others worked on rebuilding the communal longhouse.

As the days passed, the village began to take shape. New homes rose from the ashes, their wooden frames sturdy and strong. The air filled with the smell of freshly cut wood, smoke, and roasting meat – courtesy of Gorsha's culinary expertise.

Eryndor's leadership and vision had ignited a sense of purpose within the goblins. They labored together, united in their determination to rebuild and thrive.

One evening, as Eryndor watched the goblins gather around the fire to devour Gorsha's latest culinary masterpiece – roasted orc meat with wild herbs – he felt a deep sense of pride and belonging. The goblins had accepted him as one of their own, and he was determined to protect and guide them toward a brighter future.

The village's rebirth was underway, and Eryndor stood at the forefront, ready to face the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

Eryndor settled into his makeshift throne, crafted from the finest woods of the realm, within the skeletal framework of his future palace. The sound of hammers ringing against metal and the chatter of laborers filled the air as they worked tirelessly to complete his grandeur. With a wave of his hand, he summoned Grimp, his trusted goblin advisor.

Grimp scurried into the hall, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he approached Eryndor. "My lord?" he inquired, his voice trembling with reverence.

"Ah, Grimp," Eryndor began, "I've been pondering our victory over the orcs. It's time to turn our attention to your kin. Are there other goblin villages aside from the Gobrou clan?"

Grimp's expression turned somber, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Yes, my lord. There are many goblin clans scattered across the realm. However, most are... aligned with the elven kingdoms."

Eryndor's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. "Aligned?"

"Slaves, my lord," Grimp clarified, his voice laced with bitterness. "The elves use them for menial labor, forcing them to toil in their mines and farms."

A slow smile spread across Eryndor's face as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the armrests. "Then it's time we changed that. Grimp, rally the goblin army. We march out to liberate their kin from the elven yoke."

Grimp's eyes widened, and for a moment, he forgot himself, letting out a whoop of excitement. He quickly composed himself, bowing deeply. "As you command, my lord. I'll see to it immediately."

As Grimp hastened to depart, Eryndor called out, "Grimp?"

"My lord?"

"Tell the goblins... we fight not just for freedom, but for our right to determine our own destiny."

Grimp's face lit up with understanding, and with a determined nod, he vanished into the bustling corridors.

With Grimp attending to his task, Eryndor focused on the next phase of his plan. He closed his eyes, and a holographic interface materialized before him – the System.

"System," Eryndor said, his voice low and deliberate, "I've acquired ten thousand Chaos Points from our victory over the orcs. I wish to utilize them to acquire better armor and weapons for the goblin army."

"Ding!

Chaos Points Balance: 30,000

Goblin Army Equipment Upgrade

Available Options

Leather Armor Set. Basic: 100 Chaos Points CP each

Chainmail Armor Set. Intermediate: 150 CP each

Steel Plate Armor Set. Advanced: 300 CP each

Short Swords. Basic: 200 CP each

Long Swords. Intermediate: 400 CP each

Battle-axes. Advanced: 800 CP each

Please select the equipment and quantity to purchase."

Eryndor's eyes scanned the options, calculating the best distribution of resources. He decided to prioritize a balance between offense and defense.

"System, I'll purchase... 500 Chainmail Armor Sets, 1,000 Long Swords, and 500 Battle-axes."

"Ding!

Purchase Confirmed

Chaos Points Balance: 2,300

Equipment Distribution:

500 Chainmail Armor Sets allocated to the goblin army

1,000 Long Swords allocated to the goblin army

500 Battle-axes allocated to the goblin army."

With the goblin army's equipment upgraded, Eryndor felt a surge of confidence. His vision of a unified realm, free from oppression, was taking shape. The elves, with their slaves and pretentious grandeur, would soon face the wrath of the liberated goblins and their human champion.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the construction site in a warm orange glow, Eryndor leaned back in his throne, a determined smile etched on his face. The march to freedom would begin soon.