A rude awakening

"Get up! Goblin Filth!" Fig wakes up to a sharp pain in his head as he looks and sees his master, a human, standing over him. "Get back in the mines before I feed you to one of the dogs!"

"Yes master, sorry master." Fig quickly gets to his feet and hurries to the mines. Goblins and orcs have been a **** race for as long as Fig's bloodline had been around, Fig picks up his assigned pickaxe and follows the foreman who chastises him for being late. "Fig overslept, how remarkable. Mow get to sector C, your coal quota is doubled for being late, now move" The foreman shoves him forward.

The war between the dwarves and humans had been going for decades and deprived the human cities of many resources but the biggest was coal which they now needed to mine themselves, or more accurately, got someone else to do it, and that someone was fig and the rest of goblins.

Fig walks down the mine to sector C and begins to talk with orc friend Vulug, his one and only friend.

"Hey Figgy! how did you sleep." Vulug says while slamming his pickaxe into stone. "Like a rats in a cats bed. I feel like everyone's out to get me here, except you Vulug."

"Why would anyone want to get rid of you? Your great." "Vulug you idiot, there are more goblins then there needs to be and I'm afraid me oversleeping just signed my **** warrant. And besides I had one of those dreams again."

"The king Dreams?"

"Yeah. The king dreams, I think its almost time to put our plan into action."

"I don't know Figgy. Are you sure it will work."

"We'll be dead if we wait any longer and dead if the plan fails, the only way we can survive is if the plan work."