Iozunk the Crafty, Goblin Chieftain (Breeding Path)

A/N: Ebanu8 here, taking over updating of this story with permission from the creator Warden-Yarn15. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all!

Iozunk the Crafty, 'King' of over ten Goblin tribes sieging the Elven city of Prosperio alongside the Orcs led by Warchief Diepkutter, subordinate to Ferdinand Castellan, supreme leader of this invasion **** forged by a common hatred of the Elves and their manipulative ways.

He scarcely believed the words of the Human who came to him with an offer one day, offering him vengeance and all the Elven booty he could claim by looting the city of Prosperio. When they first met, his instincts goaded him to stabbing out the brains of this brainless intruder.

But he was convinced of the feasibility of Ferdinand's plan (blame his honeyed words) and the fact that despite claiming to be a beacon of civilization and peace - or perhaps precisely because of that - Prosperio lacked the actual military power and experience to truly resist a determined invasion of their homeland.

And with the sheer numbers of Goblins and Orcs Ferdinand managed to muster - 15,000 Goblins and 25,000 Orcs making a grand total of 40,000 - and Prosperio's small army of 18,000 was truly finished.

Thousands of civilians ended up dying on the burnt ships, and with no way of escape, most had simply lost all hope and gave up on the spot.

One structure that stood out among the rest was easily a monstrosity in size, almost as tall as a hill and liberally decorated with gold, silver and turquoise crystal, bearing the typical elegant spires Elves seemed to so love in their architecture. Five towers jutted out from the base, and from afar they looked like they formed a pentagon of sorts. A palace, most likely.

Its interior was equally extravagant, furnished with silk curtains and rugs and decorated with gold leaf and crystal lights that resembled shiny diamonds. Statues of mighty heroes and great kings of ages past lined the main hallway like an army, eternally saluting all visitors and impressing upon them their valour.

To Iozunk, it was all garbage. Who cares about past heroes when it was one's own strength that carved the way forward?

"Chieftain!" Said a Goblin, "We've cornered three women for you!"

"Lead me there," Said Iozunk.

Iozunk was led to a single bedroom, lushly furnished with the same extravagant décor as most of the palace with the addition of an elegantly carved desk and chairs, bookshelves and a four-poster king-sized bed with curtains hanging from the overhead frame.

Cornered on the bed were three Elven women, all looking fearfully at Iozunk with a tinge of hate.

"M-Mother... Goblins in our home, it's unthinkable...!" Said the youngest, her face wet with tears, clad in a crimson dress.

"Why does this have to happen to us?" Said the second eldest Elf, dressed in a modicum of maiden armour, "Mother, why?"

"I don't know, sweethearts," Said the Eldest, a matronly and comely woman, "Alas, my husband is dead and the monsters have control of our city. There is nothing we can do."

"You're right about that," Said Iozunk, "Now, you've two choices: Either surrender peacefully and keep your lives, or fight back and lose your lives. Your choice."

"...What chance do we have of fighting back?" Said the Eldest Elf.

"But... Mother!" Said the eldest Elf daughter.

The Mother Elf sadly shakes her head at her, her own face now wet with tears.

And turning to Iozunk, she falls to her knees and prostrates herself before him, saying, "We hereby surrender to you, Goblin Chieftain. I only ask you show clemency towards my daughters."

Iozunk merely smiles, saying, "Good choice, woman. It'd be a waste to have to kill beautiful specimens like you."

The daughter Elves look at Iozunk with hostility, hateful that he would regard them as mere merchandise.

"By the way," Said Iozunk, "What are your names? I can't just keep on calling you 'women', can I?"

"...Ilyrana," Said the Eldest Daughter Elf.

"Issarel," Said the Youngest Daughter Elf.

"And I am Arthion," Said the Mother Elf.

Eldest Daughter Ilyrana

Youngest Daughter Issarel

Mother Elf Arthion