The undead hordes had been steadily
expanding their territory constantly for the last several months. One
advantage for them was that they didn't have to stop to rest or
resupply. Another was that every civilian and soldier that fell to
their forces joined their ranks. Imperious looked over the large map
spread out before him. Figures and tokens representing military units
and forces dotted the map, but nearly half of it was empty. Luckily,
this wasn't a comprehensive map of the known world, but

The goblin dropped from the trees.
Vertical cut. Another dashed from the bush to his left. Downward
slash. Yet another swung from a vine behind him. Thrust.
Jorden's cloak billowed as a light
breeze swept through the jungle, a rare release from the oppressive
humidity. The goblin slowly slid from his sword, the sharp blade
slicing through more flesh as it did. With his usual blank expression
he surveyed the scene. A dozen goblins. Most unarmed. One stone spear
to his left, still in the trees.