In the world of Goblin Slayer, the young either die or become scarred, girls sent to temples for rehabilitation, boys are sent to an early grave. For years people have lived in fear, until a new group of monks settled in the town, named PAREDISO.
Deadened eyes and exhausted, the reconnaissance squad slowly traverse across a wasteland, passing blown apart trees and miles of stone or dirt fortifications. Endless rows of trenches and banners of the east, south, north and west. Through the pain staking voyage back home, a group of armored men armed with giant rifles, newer versions of arquebusers. Being mere bystanders approaching a battlefield, the amored convoy guides them into an encampment far from the frontlines. A weakened Y/N lifted his bruised head up to see a darkened sky, remnants of torn villages and towns dot the horizon.
Giant artillery guns stationed, men armed with new versions of arquebusers tipped with bayonets, mail workers working tirelessly alongside field doctors and nurses. The cold night air filled the lungs of many, just behind the barriers layed over hundreds of fallen soldiers, either trapped in wires tipped with jagged metal ends or completely blown apart into smithereens.
As the group enters into the encampment, they reach a small clearing with several large tents and longhouses. A small logistics center was placed by, manned by several workers and a statsman. Among them was a female logistics worker, she was surrounded by mounds of mail and papers.
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A friendly face, she greets the exhausted travelers alongside the armed individuals, with haste she calls for aid all the while exiting the tent and ran towards the horses. With surpising strength, she pulled Ymir off while the rest of the medical staff hurried. Arthur mumured to the girl, begging for am answer, she did not respond.
Within minutes the crew is stationed inside the infirmary, nurses and doctors tended to their wounds while the female from before spoke with one of the armed individuals. Y/N leaned upwards, attempting to get up and shake off his wounds. One of the nurses pushed him down, rubbing his head with a damp towel and holding his arm still.
Armed Individual "Thank you, that's all for now, we'll handle them from here okay?".
The female responded with a nod and scurried away back to her post, just as a new load of equipment and munitions has been unloaded. The armed individual stayed by Y/N, who was the last one to remain fully aware of the situation. Just as he prepared to ask a question, the armed individual began speaking.
Armed Individual "Welcome to Akkadia- or what's of left of it, you'll be on your way, just need to ask some questions first. I choose you since the rest of your posse can't even open their eyes, now, who are you folk anyway?".
Y/N "We're simple settlers and homesteaders from a small settlement, we've been traveling back and we got hit by goblin raiding party".
Armed Individual "Which ones, Picts, Philistines, or the Isaurians. Even then they wouldn't be raiding, almost all of them have been annihilated in Persae. Some giant conflict between the goblin tribes and clans, some caravaners were caught in the crossfire".
Y/N "Clans? Tribes? Since when did those things start fighting one another, they stop raping humans and now rape each other?".
Armed Individual "Simple, the world is going to war, especially after Alexandria's burning. Uprisings, revolutions, zealotism, imperialism, and nationalism. The fuel that feeds a war, and right now that fuel is feeding a giant inferno. Have you heard about Alexandria?".
Y/N "No, i can't say i haven't, what happened there anyway?".
Armed Individual "A large uprising of goblins, they torched the place to the ground. Thing was, the whole attack was planned by the Phoenicians, it was a proxy war, get another person fight for you. It didn't take long before goblin hordes were split into warring factions led by cunning shamans, each wished riches from Solomon's chair to the glory of Yahweh. A new world is being birthed as we speak, new weapons of war are being made, i fear we'll have a conflict to end all conflicts, a great war".
Y/N "Then i must hurry home, my settlement won't be apart of some conflict, we made sure of it".
Armed Individual "We'll take you back, everything's all quiet on the homefront lately. Where is your settlement? We can leave some munitions if you wish".
Y/N "No, that's fine, we'll leave at daybreak. But one more thing, who are you?".
Sergeant Henford "Sergeant Henford, Royal Anglican Expeditionary Forces".
