Another Invasion

Your master let out a disappointed and annoyed sigh, "It's another raiding party of would be heroes. They must have used a holy talisman to get through the borders."

Pipsqueak He-Cunt shouted out, "But, Master! That doesn't explain the shaking!"

"Silence!" The Overlord commanded before urging you to follow him out of the spawning pit, "They must be using trebuchets from a distance to try and distract us from the raiding party. They came in from a side entrance...clever, but not clever enough."

You and the miserable wretch followed the Overlord out of the pit and up the flight of steps leading out of the pits and into the rest of the Citadel. The architecture started to flood into your mind thanks to the imprinted knowledge your god had given you. You know where everything is at and already guessed where the attack would be happening...no, you feel where the attack is happening. It's so crystal clear what it was happening.

Your lord and master turned his head to face the general direction you are at and said, "Creation, you will meet with them directly. Despite the failure of the last raid, we have lost quite the bit of guard forces. At the moment, we only have Goblins to spare, surely you can take control of such measly creatures and take charge of this fight, yes? Lead it into our favor?"

Without so much as a second thought you gave a nod of your head. Memories and facts about goblins just poured into your mind. Almost instantly, you disliked them. They were petty, greedy, and cowardly...the only things that made them related to your kin was their green skin and their culture to worship the strong. Which is mostly why in the greenskin hierarchy, the Goblins served the Orcs. Surely you could do something to whip them into shape on the battlefield.

Without even realizing it, you split off from your master and his deputized flea as they went to the central throne room. Meanwhile, you're going to where the action is and feel the blade on your back...thirsty for blood.

Upon arriving to the scene, you ducked behind a column to scout the battle. Sure enough, you were seeing a decent amount of Goblins already at the scene, and some still trickling in once and awhile. But they were getting knocked around and killed like there was no tomorrow. You decide to look at these adventurers.

At the front of the pack was a miniature wall of a Dwarf. He was decked out in heavy armor and carried a large war mallet with a thick shield. You could hear bone crunching every time he struck a Goblin with that beast of a weapon, or smashed their noses in with his shield.

Close to him was a large woman, about three inches taller than you, swinging around dual-axes. Why she was of immense size became obvious as she was half-human and half-minotaur. The cow horns, ears, tail, and hooves with fury shins showed as much. And she was busty as all hell, since she seemed more accustomed to wearing tattoos rather than actual armor...only having leather strips to hide her feminine bits.

Way off to the side was a human man in dark leather armor. He seemed content with letting his forward companions take on the ****. He just stood by with his bow in hands, scouting out the attacking forces for any sneaking types or ranged units. When a Goblin shaman did come by for support, the Goblin was met with an arrow between the eyes almost as quick as he showed up.

And finally, there was a slim Elf female playing some sort of instrument. Obviously she was the support of this group, as even you can feel the magic coming from her lyre. She seemed unabashed about anything that was going on, just strumming her damnable instrument without a care in the world.

Well, now you got options on how to confront this threat. Trouble is...what was best?