Last night, the nomads led an attack on a Goblin caravan. It has been many years since they have turned to violence except in direct response…
Although still unable to aid the Proudhorn directly, Highmountain scouts had intercepted word of a Blazewest caravan passing through the Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens. They directed this information onto Jeddek via a carrier bird and he brought it to the tribe’s attention. He believed that it was time to hit the Goblins back and that they could find useful supplies and weapons within this caravan that could aid their people. Grulun and Khitava were initially unsure and the general consensus was that no word could get out about what the Proudhorn had done - this meant there could be no prisoners, no survivors.
Tohaku suggested that this was the will of the Spirits and so the Proudhorn readied themselves with weapons and prepared to leave for the marshes. They would pick a spot to ambush the caravan onroute and steal all they could carry inside. Deep within Dustwallow, the nomads selected a section of road that was pushed up against a mountainside. From this position, the ambushed Goblins would have nowhere to go but into the swamp itself where the Tauren could be waiting.
They waited for some time before the caravan appeared. It was headed by two scouts on mechanical trikes although the wagon itself was driven by horses. A final patrol drove up the back of the caravan. Tohaku called for the aid of the Spirits and they answered by unleashing a boulder from atop the mountain to crash and topple over the wagon. It was going nowhere now.
Grulun and Khitava jumped out of their hiding spots, unleashing their fury onto the Goblins. Grulun shot his bow, knocking down a Blazewest company man, whilst Khitava used the power of the elements to shock a Goblin into submission. When the Orc driving the wagon attempted to run, Tohaku cut him down. The final Goblin was shot by Grulun as he tried to make his escape.
The horses of the wagon regretfully had to be euthanized and the surviving Goblins were killed. Inside the caravan they found parcels of medical supplies, sealed jugs of water, and a selection of firearms with ammunition. Jeddek seemed transfixed with the latter and ordered they take everything they could carry. The rest was dumped in the swamp with the bodies of the fallen - food for the crocolisks beneath…
Eyota arrived and helped carry the rest of the gear back to camp. Their ambush had been a success and no Proudhorn had been injured. These supplies would help them greatly and Chief Jeddek said that he would get the tribespeople to train to defend themselves in-case their enemies came again.
Despite the victory, the mood around the camp remained somber. The Proudhorn were not supposed to be warriors by nature although their ancient kin did fight to ensure their survival. Perhaps this was no different - perhaps they were justified in the blood they spilled. Still, an uncertain air remained and the thorns of their temporary home did little to sate their private concerns.
The Proudhorn now find themselves camped in the Barrens, hidden within the thorns of a dead Quillboar encampment. Whispers of discontent murmur from amongst their own and few are sure what the future will hold…
For the next few weeks I’m going on holiday so Tohaku the Hornkeeper will be in-charge of the nomads. Please contact him or join our Discord if you have any questions or would like to interact with us.
Thank you to everyone we’ve met so far. Everybody’s being so lovely (OOC anyway) and its been a joy to lead and organize this concept. Much more is being planned as we move towards the most difficult chapters of the Proudhorn journey emerging in July.