What follows is a work of complete fantasy.

About the story:

This series will describe the adventures of a teenaged boy who is rescued from a cruel fate in his home village by a friend, but ultimately finds himself on his own in a world that is being ravaged by brutal race wars between the humans, and the hated vicious and barbaric races, the kobolds, orcs and ogres.  In his travels he learns the surprising truth about the history of the realm, the nature of its inhabitants and the reason for the war that has been withheld from his people.  He also learns that the humans are very close to a complete victory.  Realizing that the other races are facing obliteration he decides to take a gamble that would level the playing field once again in the hope that it might lead to a better outcome.  Doing so however will require him to utterly betray his own people.

There will be some very rough and violent sex described in great detail between men and men, men and orcs, orcs and kobolds, kobolds and men, ogres and men, and so on and so forth in various combinations with much of it involving the teenaged boy.  None of it is based in any way on reality but it may be disturbing to some.  Should you choose to read it please keep in mind that it is not real, but simply fantasy.

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The events depicted in these stories have not happened, and will not ever happen. No one should ever attempt to replicate them in any way in real life. These events are a work of fantasy for the enjoyment of those with a healthy mind who have no problem keeping them in the realm of imagination. I have never attempted, nor would I attempt, any such acts myself and as such I am likely to get some details completely wrong. One thing I am certain of is that in real life, young boys would NOT appreciate this sort of thing being done to them and they are INCAPABLE of giving informed consent to allow these things to be done to them. If you ever even consider attempting these acts in real life then you should immediately seek help.

Children are wonderful innocent little people. If there are any in your life I would appreciate if you would consider it your duty to shelter them from any of the sorts of ideas presented in this story. Let them grow up without the knowledge that anyone even thinks this way. Let them become the excellent men and women they are destined to be without knowing these thoughts exist until they are adults and old enough to decide for them selves what they like to fantasize about. Respect them, protect them, and defend them from anyone who may seek to harm them in any way, and most of all just let them be kids.

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The Hawthorne Accord - Chapter 6

The three kobolds, Beowul, Lox, and Stenwul ran like the wind as they approached the site they'd camped at with the smith as their captive the night before.

It was night again and quite dark but their sense of smell was more than keen enough to follow their own trail back to where their march had begun that morning.

They slowed to walking speed as they approached the site but they stayed on all fours to sniff out the area.  They all circled the remains of their fire and almost as one they recognized a strange scent that had to be the boy they were searching for.  They followed the scent around the camp and then out from it toward a large stand of trees.  As they got to the trees they found that the scent was extremely strong here.

"The sweet whelp was in this spot for quite a long while my loves.  I believe we may be in some trouble and will have some explaining to do," said Beowul.

"Yes my dear," said Stenwul, "the poor whelp must have followed this far and then hid and watched.  Jake said the whelp does not know our true nature so he must have wisely stayed hidden to wait for a chance to rescue his only life's love."

"It is indeed a calamity and a great tragedy as Jex said my loves.  I fear for the whelp!  He must have fallen asleep and when he woke he found we'd taken his sweet love away!" exclaimed Lox.

"There is no time to waste my dears; we must find which way he went.  If he hid here through the night then he must have left the tracks at the camp after he woke up and discovered us gone.  Let us go back and check in a wider circle to see which way he went after that," suggested Beowul.

The three kobolds ran back to the camp site and fanned out searching.

"Here!  He headed out from here back in a direction parallel to where he came from.  He must be heading back home!" exclaimed Stenwul.

"Oh Great Mother, no!  He would be heading right back into the clutches of the human army that Jake said want's him dead!" shouted Lox.

Beowul snarled and growled viciously.

"If they have harmed a hair on his head I will eat their hands and feet and shit them back out into their mouths!"

Without a word he bounded forward along Neville's trail and the others followed.

They were running faster than they'd ever run before and it took them less than thirty minutes to reach the spot where Neville had stopped to witness the burning of his village.

The kobolds all stopped and stared in amazement at the sight.  Most of the buildings had collapsed by now but were still burning in piles.  A few buildings at the back were still standing but would not be for much longer.

"Is there no end to the destruction these creatures will bring down against their own?" lamented Beowul.

"Indeed, their soldiers are evil and as much as I love the humans, I do so enjoy sinking my teeth into their armies," snarled Stenwul.

"Let us continue the search.  The whelp's trail does not continue forward to the village.  He must have seen the carnage and decided to turn away from it," said Lox.

"Yes, I have his scent this way my loves," said Beowul, who had moved off to the left a little and picked up the boy's scent again.

The three tracked the scent over to the corpses of the two soldiers that Neville had relieved of their water and rations.

"Look at the injuries on these men.  Their armor has been run through by sharp swords.  It has to be orcs.  There must have been a scout party coming to investigate the destruction of the human village and were set upon by this patrol," said Stenwul.

"One of the soldiers has had his armor removed and his shirt taken.  The whelp must have taken what he needed to sustain himself from these men and he headed out that way along the mountains back towards the camp again but more towards the mountains this time," said Lox as he continued to sniff around and picked up the scent again.

Stenwul had tracked the soldiers' trail back a ways toward town and then ran around at random in a wide area snuffling.

"There is something else happening here my sweet loves," he said, "It may bear further investigation.  I have the scent of many other humans around the area.  They seem to go off in different directions from their village.  I can smell more oils and leather from other soldiers spreading out from here as well and they are fresher so they came out after.  I can only assume it is the poor dear civilians running for their lives and being hunted by their own wicked army!"

"Oh no, the calamity is worse even than we'd feared!" exclaimed Lox, "the poor whelp's loved ones are out here in the darkness running for their lives as well!"

"We must honor our promise to Jake and make his life's love our priority, but we cannot leave these poor sweet people in the lurch," said Beowul, "Lox my dear, please track the direction of the orcs that killed these soldiers.  I know that there was a large party of orcs and ogres who were bound for the mountains to the south of the pass.  These orcs must have been scouting for the larger party and they would have quickly rejoined after seeing this destruction.  Find them and have them spread out and rescue the poor humans and take them to safety.  Tell them to be very careful as they approach because the humans think us all to be vicious mindless killers.  I need not tell you what to do with any human soldiers you may find.  I shall miss you terribly my dear sweet love but you must go with haste!"

Lox nodded and crouched to all fours sniffing in a circle around the dead soldiers and as he picked up the trail of the orcs he bounded swiftly off into the darkness.

"Sten my sweet, let us go and find the poor whelp before anything more can befall him!" Beowul said.

The two sniffed around to relocate the strongest scent of the boy leading back out into the darkness and they began to run.  They hadn't run long before Stenwul veered a bit off the trail and stopped.  Beowul stopped as well to see what the matter was.

"Oh my, we must go even faster my love and be on our guard.  I have detected the strong scent of two more soldiers merging with the whelp's trail.  They have seen his track through the grasses and are after him!  They may have already caught him by now!" said Stenwul

Both kobolds went back to all fours and shot into the darkness as fast as their legs could carry them.

...

Neville fell over occasionally as the rope yanked at his neck and he couldn't see where his feet were going due to the sack over his head.  They'd been walking for only a half hour or so by his reckoning.  There were only the two men, the officer and another soldier who had the rope that was tied to Neville's neck.

Neville stumbled and almost fell once again.

"Keep to your feet or I shall drag you the rest of the way by your neck boy!" growled the soldier pulling the rope.

"Yes, we need only ensure that you are still alive when we get you back to Braddock.  I don't think he'll mind if half your skin is scraped off from the dragging," warned the officer.

"Speaking of which, Blackwood, sir, if Lord Braddock is not concerned about the condition of the boy when we bring him back, could we not use him a bit here while he's still fresh?  We likely won't get a chance later once he's in the commander's hands," suggested the soldier.

Neville heard one man's footsteps stop, and then the other man's, and a moment later Neville walked into the back of his captors and stopped.

"It's good to see that you use your head occasionally soldier.  There is officer material in you I think," chuckled Blackwood, "I would definitely enjoy using the boy thoroughly as I did not get a chance earlier.  I shot my load all over him and made a mess before I got a chance to stick my cock where it truly belonged, in his greedy cunt."

Both men laughed and then one grabbed Neville and pushed him roughly face down on the ground.

"I shall use his hole first while it's snug," said Blackwood, "It's been a whole day and it must have relaxed back to a nice tightness after the use it got last night."

Neville felt hands push his jerkin up and roughly tear his breechclout from him.  He heard the rustling of armor and clothes being partially removed and then two hands grabbed his hips and roughly pulled his ass upwards.  He then felt a large cock head begin to press against his anus.

"I know how much you love this, whore, so I will make it count," said Blackwood.

Neville could hear the leer in his voice.

Just as the pressure began to increase and the cock head was about to breach his anus, Neville heard Blackwood grunt hard, but instead of the cock being thrust into him it was pulled away and simultaneously he heard the other soldier cry out in pain and then be quickly stifled.  He heard the sound of metal scraping against metal a few times and then heard the bodies of both soldiers fall to the ground.  Neville was still on the ground with the sack over his head so he had no idea who had rescued him.

"Drag the bodies into the bushes and take their weapons my love and I will help the boy get free," a voice said.

"Yes my dear," said another voice.

There must be two rescuers then.  Their voices somehow did not sound normal.  They were a little more musical and sweet sounding than what Neville was accustomed to.

He felt hands begin to work at the rope around his neck and remove it.  Then they began to work at the cords tying Neville's hands.  His rescuer spoke to him as he worked.

"Please boy, you may be alarmed when I remove the sack from your head and you see me, for I am not human, but you must not attempt to flee.  You would put yourself in much greater danger if you did.  Know this, we have saved you from these foul men and it is our intent to bring you to a more permanent place of safety.  These woods are not a good place for a boy to be on his own.  You can see I mean you no harm by the fact that I am releasing you from your bonds.  We mean only to help you.  We would never harm a civilian human.  It is against our laws.  Please stay calm and think on my words as I remove the sack," the rescuer said.

Neville's first instinct was simply to get up and run as fast as he could, but he realized that so far any attempt to run from danger only got him into worse.  Perhaps it was time to have some courage and break the cycle.  They truly did not appear to mean him any harm and they certainly saved him from a terrible fate at the hands of the madman Braddock.

Neville finally felt his hands get freed and then the sack was pulled off of his head.

He opened his eyes and they quickly adjusted to the low level of light.  To his surprise, crouched before him was one of the green men like he'd seen at the orgy.  The man had a smile on his face and a look of concern in his eyes.  His partner emerged from the bushes and he looked exactly the same.

Neville had been rescued from Braddock's men by a pair of orcs!

Both seemed to have looks of concern for him on their faces rather than any hatred.  They were both dressed in very fine long coats of splint mail.  Incredibly sharp looking scimitars hung at their sides.  The swords looked capable of slicing through metal.

Neville simply lay there on the ground and stared up in stunned silence at his saviors.

"What sort of people are these that their own armies mistreat their civilians so?  He is only a boy for Mother's sake!" said the second orc in anger.

"Ease your tone Tenimo, you will frighten the poor child," said the first orc soothingly.

"Yes dear," was all the other said as he approached and stood behind the first.

Neville was in shock.  They seemed somewhat more polite than he would have guessed vicious monsters to be, and both were clearly male and soldiers.  Why were they calling each other 'love' and 'dear'?  What exactly was going on here?

He sat up while rubbing at his wrists and faced his rescuer, who slowly leaned in and helped Neville to remove his gag.  The orc threw the gag aside and then rubbed Neville on the head and gave him an encouraging smile.

"I am Zebok and this is my life mate Tenimo," he said, "May I ask what your name is, and why you were out here alone and taken prisoner by your own people?"

"I am Neville Hawthorne.  I want to thank you for rescuing me from those men.  My fate would have been worse than I think you can imagine at their hands.  I was out here alone primarily trying to get myself away from those soldiers.  I escaped them with help last night and have been running ever since until they finally caught me."

"Help?  Is there someone else out here we need to search for?  The soldiers didn't kill them did they?" Zebok asked, sounding deeply concerned.

"No, he was captured by a group of evil kobolds last night.  I was not able to come to his aide and I lost him forever when I succumbed to my weariness and fell asleep waiting for a chance to go in and get him out," said Neville.

"Evil kobolds?  Whatever do you mean Neville?  Was your helper another soldier?  Was he armed and armored?"

"No, he was the town smith.  We were both unarmed and even almost undressed and completely helpless.  The kobolds were certainly armed and armored.  They came upon him in the darkness and hit him and dragged him into their camp and did things to him."

"This is most confusing.  The kobolds are the sweetest and most loving of all the races Neville.  They could not possibly have meant your friend any harm if he was clearly a civilian.  It had to be a misunderstanding."

"But I saw them rape him!" exclaimed Neville.

"I see.  Well, about that, it is quite possible that they could not resist doing that, given the circumstance, though they were breaking a law to do so.  If they were alone with the man and he was unconscious they may have succumbed to their almost uncontrollable desires.  They are a highly sexual people and they are extreme xenophiles.  They are powerfully drawn to the human race.  I assure you they were not raping him, but rather making love to him and in their eyes they were showing him how much they adored him.  They were not rough with him, were they?" Zebok asked.

"No, now that you mention it.  When I think back on it I think they might have actually been quite tender.  At the time I was only seeing a rape by creatures I had always been taught were vicious and cruel so it may have colored my perception.  Do you really mean to tell me that they are sweet of disposition?" asked Neville.

"The sweetest you will ever know.  You will fall head over heels in love with them when at last you meet them I can assure you," Zebok said with a smile, "They are my favorites by far and I love them all very much.  Your face will positively ache from smiling if you spend too much time with them.  There are no more pleasant people in the world."

It felt to Neville like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.  If what the orc was saying was true Jake was not only safe but would be well cared for.

"That is such a relief!  I was sure they were taking him to their army to share as a meal or worse.  Now I find they were in love with him?  On top of that, I am rescued by a pair of orcs who seem more polite than many people I've known, and who I was also taught are vicious and evil, and who are a loving mated pair of males?  If what you're telling me of the kobolds, and what I've seen so far of you is true, then the only evil people I've encountered in the last two nights of hell have been human!  It's like my world is turning upside down," said Neville.

The orc chuckled, "Indeed.  You seem wise beyond your years and quite a bit more open minded than my previous experiences with humans would have suggested.  I am impressed with you.  I assure you that most likely nearly everything you've learned about the races has been false."

"I have heard that orcs are green, kobolds have fur, and ogres are large.  I feel that perhaps that is the extent of the truth that I've been exposed to.  The rest seems more and more to be a complete fabrication," said Neville.

The two orcs smiled at him and laughed.

"So if the kobolds were friendly, where would they have taken my friend do you think?" asked Neville.

"There is a battle coming.  They would be under rules to take him back to their main force to keep him safe and to speak with their chieftain to see if he has any information regarding the human armies that may be of use."

"Can you tell me which way I can go to find the kobold army?  All I care about is to get back to the arms of my love again," pleaded Neville.

"Your love?  You mean he is more than just friend to you?  I thought the humans did not allow the pairing of the same gender.  It would come as a surprise to me if that has changed," said Tenimo.

"Indeed, it would be news to me as well and a most interesting and important development," said Zebok.

"He means everything to me," said Neville, "He is the love of my life and I had only just revealed my feelings to him and he to me last night moments before he was ripped away from me.  Our people do not approve of the pairing of the same gender.  That is why he only just revealed his feelings for me.  He'd been hiding them to protect me.  He is the love of my life and I am his."

"Oh my, you should have said so in the first place," said Zebok, "We take matters of love quite seriously among our people.  Tenimo, let us be off.  We will take young Neville here back to our main force at once!"

"To your force?  I thought you said they would take Jake to the kobold army," said Neville.

"They are one in the same, or at least they will be shortly if they are not already.  The orc armies were defeated when the humans sacked our city but we pulled out quickly when we knew our cause was hopeless in order to keep our losses to an absolute minimum.  We knew the humans would assume we would regroup and move what was left of our forces to the ogres' main keep to join up with them since they are the closest and the most powerful of our allies, so we did the opposite and marched hard and fast to join the kobolds who we felt the humans would strike at next.  We were within a day or two's march from each other when Tenimo and I left and ran ahead to take a forward position and assess the situation ourselves," explained Zebok.

"Assess what situation exactly?" asked Neville.

"These are military matters and I have perhaps said too much already though you would have discovered that much of it when we arrived at our main encampment.  I would prefer not to discuss these matters any further if you don't mind my dear boy.  Be at ease knowing we are taking you to our main force, which will be merging with the kobold army or has done so already.  That is where your love would be taken.  You will be reunited with him within a day or two, I promise," Zebok said and smiled warmly.

The orc had been crouched in front of Neville as he spoke.  Neville's heart soared at the news of his coming reunions with Jake and without thinking he sat forward and embraced the orc warmly.

"Thank you so much Zebok!  I don't know how I will ever replay you for this kindness!" Neville exclaimed.

The orc put his arms around the boy in a tight hug and patted his back.

"It is not a favor that would need repaying my boy," the orc said warmly, "As I said we take matters of love quite seriously and the support of them our duty.  Tenimo and I had dallied a bit too long with some friends of ours we ran into here in the forest.  We had a bit of a celebration.  The two of us were just leaving to start back to our army when we found signs of someone running headlong through the forest, and then signs of a struggle.  We could see that someone had been captured and was being led away.  We moved to investigate and followed you here.  We are past due heading back to the main force.  You will simply be our guest on a short journey we had planned to take anyhow.  Let us proceed."

Neville stood and looked around and found his discarded breechclout and tied it back on under his ragged shirt.

The orc looked at him and shook his head sadly and said, "I do wish we had something for you to wear.  You are in such a state!  Your buff jerkin looks like it came from someone much larger.  Someone who was killed by an orc I would venture going by the stab pattern.  We do get a bit carried away with our scimitars.  You must tell me the whole story of your ordeal as we walk."

"It is such a relief to know that Jake is safe.  I think I may finally be relaxed enough to tell the whole thing without being overcome by the fear I've felt," said Neville.

"My dear boy, you do not strike me as anything but courageous.  In any case you are quite safe now with us.  Know well that your life's love is probably already with the kobold army and being treated better than he's ever been in his life.  I assure you that when next you see him he will likely be wearing a very wide grin," Zebok assured him.

...

Jake, Tithan, and Jex had been running at the best speed that the smith could maintain and they had finally reached the kobolds' camp from the night before a while after the first three kobolds had done.  It had not taken Tithan and Jex long to discern that the other kobolds had run off following Neville's scent back towards town.

Jake was in extreme distress.  Neville must have assumed him gone forever; captured by evil monsters and taken away for who knew what reason.  The boy must have given up and done the only thing he could think of which was to go back home and do what he could to try to help his family.

Jake and the two kobolds were now running in the direction of town to see if there was anything that could still be done for him when suddenly they all heard a woman's scream of terror somewhere well off in the distance back and to their right.

It sounded as though someone were being murdered.

They all veered right and began to run at speed towards the sound.

As they ran they heard the woman scream again, this time much louder.

Jake increased his speed and began to run so fast he thought his lungs might burst from the effort.

...

Carvell Hawthorne ran through the darkness pulling his wife Emma along with him.  He did not know exactly which direction they were going and he didn't care.  He knew they were running in a roughly southerly direction away from their village.  He needed to put some distance between them and Braddock's army.

The men had been too drunk already when he'd returned to the inn to follow through on their threat of using him more.  They ate their meals and demanded more food.  They drank until nearly dawn before they finally succumbed and the last of them fell asleep at the table.

Carvell and Emma finally managed to slip out the back but it was beginning to get light already.  The innkeeper was terrified that they might be seen.  There were bound to be guards coming to relieve the ones at the door of the inn soon and they would realize one was missing.  It would not be long before the alarm would be raised.

Poor Emma was just too exhausted to run for long as they had both been on their feet for more than twenty four hours and the last eight or so had been a night of terror.  It was not safe to run in broad daylight as they would be too easily seen.  Carvell had found the deepest and thickest stand of brush and trees he could and they lay down and hid in them praying they would not be found.  Emma succumbed to sleep very quickly and the innkeeper held out as long as he could so he could watch over her but he too succumbed and fell asleep.

The two woke after twilight less than twenty minutes after their only son had passed within yards of their hiding spot unbeknownst to any of them.  They could see in the distance that their beloved village was in flames and all of the buildings had collapsed.

It simply didn't matter.  They had their lives and that was the only truly precious thing.  Carvell was confident in the smith's ability to protect his son so he knew his entire family was safe and alive for the time being.  The inn had been nothing more than a carefully ordered pile of wood and could be rebuilt easily enough.  His family was everything and irreplaceable.

Now that Carvell was able to get his bearings properly he realized that they'd been running straight towards kobold territory.  He felt that would be too dangerous so he risked doubling back a little while heading further west and south now that it was dark enough to move around unseen.  His intent was to circle back past the town and then take refuge along the base of the mountains to the south for the time being.

It turned out to be a bad decision in the end.  Braddock, in his anger over the loss of his captives, must have ordered his men to search the woods.

The innkeeper and his wife ran through the forest in the dark and as they rounded some trees they almost ran right into a pair of soldiers.

"Halt!" demanded one of the soldiers.

Emma screamed.  Then she and the innkeeper both turned and ran from the soldiers as fast as they could.  Emma tripped and fell.  Carvell turned back and went down on one knee to help her up.  The two soldiers were almost upon them.

"Move and I'll throw my axe at the woman's head!" the soldier ordered while he pulled his axe and brandished it.

The two realized they were caught and Carvell dropped his other knee and sat back on his legs and waited for the end.

Just as the soldiers were about to reach them a blur of movement came from the right.  Carvell barely had time to focus before he realized it was a kobold!

The creature leaped high through the air brandishing a mace.  The soldiers did not even see him coming from the side.  As the kobold arced towards them through the air his mace came down on the first soldier's helm with enough force to cave in the side of it and there was no doubt the skull inside was in worse shape as the soldier instantly began to fall in a lifeless heap.  Even as he was still falling the kobold was still hurtling downward towards the second soldier and he spun as he came in front of the soldier and his jaws snapped shut on the man's exposed throat and as the kobold continued to spin he tore the man's throat from his body and then the kobold hit the ground and rolled once onto his feet and turned back to face the soldiers and spat the flesh from his mouth and snarled menacingly.

The second soldier's lifeless body, with blood spurting from his torn open throat, hit the ground just shortly after the first soldier with the caved in skull, and the kobold stood and turned to face the two humans with gore and blood dripping from his razor sharp teeth.

Emma screamed again and fainted.  Carvell Hawthorne knew their end had come.  He was unarmed and this kobold was clearly a vicious killer.  He lifted his unconscious wife into his arms.  He wanted to be holding her when the kobold finished them both.

Just as the innkeeper was beginning to resign himself to his fate the kobold did something most unexpected.

He went down on the ground and rolled onto his back with his paws in the air exposing his belly like the submissive pose a dog would take before its master.  He held that position for a few moments and then he spoke.

"Please do not be afraid my dear man.  My name is Lox, and I intend only to help you and your people to get to safety," said the kobold.

"You......what?" asked the innkeeper, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"You are in danger out here my dear as you have already seen.  I was on my way to track down a force of orcs and ogres that are in the area and bring them back to assist in the rescue of your people but I heard your poor dear wife scream and I diverted here," explained Lox.

"You were trying to rescue us?  Why?" Neville's father was truly confused by this.

Lox rolled back to all fours and stood up.

"You are the kinfolk of the sweet wonderful man Jake and his life's love Neville are you not?" he asked.

"Neville?!  What do you know of my son?" asked Carvell now really becoming confused.

Why would a kobold know the name of his son and the town blacksmith?  How would he know of the smith's love for the boy?  Why is he being helpful?  It was all a bit strange and he began to wonder if he was hallucinating in the final moments of his life.  Perhaps the soldier had thrown his axe and it was now firmly lodged in his skull and he was dying.

"Neville is your whelp?!  Oh my, what strange coincidence," said Lox.

Just then Jake, Tithan and Jex came crashing out of the trees and stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them.

Everyone stared at everyone else in stunned silence for a moment.

"Jakobson!  Why are you here?  Why are you with kobolds?  Where is Neville?!" asked the innkeeper.

Jake's face became a mask of anguish as he approached Neville's father.

"I am so sorry Carvell; I have lost him," he said.

"Lost him!?  I trusted you with my son's life!  How could you lose him?" the innkeeper demanded.

Jex felt he had to intervene and he moved in front of Jake and slowly approached the angry innkeeper while bowing low and presenting his open forepaws palm up.

"Please, my dear man.  I understand your anger but I must tell you that it is my fault that your whelp is on his own and it is in no way the fault of your sweet friend!  I mistook Jake for a threat and I incapacitated him, not knowing he'd been charged with guarding your whelp's life!  Please, do not be angry with him!  He is not at fault in the least!  I came at him from behind and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it!" he lamented.

Carvell began to calm down and he realized he had spoken too hastily.

"I have just seen what one of you is capable of when you decide to attack.  Lox here saved my wife's life and my own in a most efficient manner that those soldiers could certainly do nothing to prevent," said the innkeeper, "Please accept my apology Jake.  I spoke without knowing the facts."

"Jex, Tithan, we tracked the whelp far enough to see that he is still alive and ran off back along the mountains in the direction of our advancing army.  Beowul and Stenwul have gone after him.  They will find him and keep him safe.  There is no need for concern my dears.  We discovered signs of an orc scouting party who were part of a larger contingent of orcs and ogres and I was tracking back to their location to bring them back here to assist with the rescue of the humans from their evil soldiers.  We need to bring the whelp's sire and his sweet wife with us to the orcs and enlist their aide to help us rescue the rest of the poor people of Jake's village!" explained Lox.

Jake said, "Carvell is this true?  Did the townsfolk manage to escape?"

The innkeeper nodded, "I wasn't sure until now but it sounds like they did.  I had no time to check when Emma and I saw our chance to escape.  After you and I parted last night I stopped and informed Nestor Billings of our danger and asked him to organize a quiet exodus of the people.  It seems as though he succeeded.  They were to scatter in the woods in order to be harder to catch."

"That is good news, though it will also make them harder to find and get to safety, but if anyone can find them all quickly in the dark it will be the kobolds," said Jake, "There is no time to explain in full Carvell.  I can only ask that you trust me when I say these kobolds, all kobolds in fact, are very kind and no threat to civilians.  They are willing to help us find our people and take them to safety.  It may be hard to believe but please, you must trust me.  The orcs, kobolds and even the ogres are no threat to us.  They will protect us with their lives against Braddock and his men.  We need to go with these kobolds and find the orcs as fast as we can.  There is no time to lose if everyone is still out running in the woods in the dark and Braddock's men are out here."

Carvell Hawthorne was completely taken aback.  The other races were going to protect them all against the human army?  He did not know what to say.  His wife's safety was paramount for the moment though and he certainly trusted his lifelong friend.

He nodded firmly and he took his wife into his arms and lifted her up.

Lox yipped and then moved off toward the trail of the orcs he'd been following and the rest of the party followed him.

Jake took up the rear and as he ran he became more and more concerned as he wondered what might be happening to Neville.

He prayed silently that Beowul and Stenwul would suddenly emerge from the darkness with Neville smiling between them.

***

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