>>5726337>>5726340>>5726366>>5726407>>5726431>>5726439>>5726445>>5726446The battle plan laid out, our forces move into position, led by the Rex, his sister and their thirdborn brother. Our scouts and their elite wolf scout brothers move ahead to secure the way and sniff out any ambush, and our dragons (with express orders not to land during the battle) assist them, flying overhead to survey the plains.
Knowing well the home of our enemy, in the heart of the plains alongside their river, we know that we need only few scout forces on the northern side to deal with any rat-goblins that make their way across the river seeking sanctuary from the attack. The bulk of our army is on the south side of the river, and our scouting is successful; we manage to maneuver our forces into position without being seen by the enemy.
At the crack of dawn, the signal is given, and the attack begins. The dragons descend from the heavens like the demons of their heathen religion, bringing fire and death from above. They unleash torrents of flame from their gullets that set aflame anything they touch; huts, stockpiles, living beings. The village is quickly reduced to a burning ruin.
The rat-goblins attempt to fight back, slinging stones and javelins into the air, but the dragons are too fast and ferocious, changing up their attack direction and working in tandem so that when one dragon finishes its attack run, another begins from a different direction. The chaos and confusion spread panic and the rat-goblins begin to run.
Our forces are ready for them, killing and capturing them by the dozens. Our scouts pursue those that make it through the net of our forces, running after them for miles or letting loose our hounds upon them. The rat-goblins have no chance; whatever ambush or tactics they had in mind are gone. Your forces outmatch them numerically and physically; their smaller, scrawnier bodies are no match for your warriors, even with your force slightly weakened due to illness.
When it is done, their village is nothing more than a smoking wreck. Your dragons feast upon those bodies that are already charred while your army assembles all of the survivors and captives. There are somewhere around two-and-a-half-thousand of the rat-goblins that remain, mostly women and children and what remains of the warriors, hunters and scouts.
