Glirk had never seen the sun and his eyes were still adjusting to the dusk light. “This time we need a few alive.” Barked Gorch. The other Dreublins had been near the surface for a few days doing something in a cave near by. Glirk wasn’t sure why they needed so many of them or what they were doing, but he’d never seen Gorch so bold. That meant something scared him more than the surface. Gorch held up a hand and whispered, “Quiet maggots! They’re close.” Out of the woods several small humans crept toward them. Humans had always been described as towering above Dreublins, but these we small. Glirk supposed these must be children but some had beard scruff and grey hair. As the human children crept among the trees, they didn’t noticed the dozen or so of Gorch’s raiders hidden in the trees. “Tear em apart boys!” Yelled Gorch to the other Dreublins. The Dreublins dropped from their perches and wrestled the Human children to the ground. Glirk fought wildly with one child and thought to himself, "These children are tougher than they look!" Latched onto the small human's back, Glirk clawed at its eyes as it screamed in pain. Minutes later the Dreublins had subdued the halflings, as they were later pointed out to be, and only a few were dead. Gorch bellowed, "Our new master will be pleased! Boys, we got some halflin' meat for dinner!" Each Dreublin grabbed a hafling and began dragging them into the hills with excited thoughts of fresh meat and blood.
Terrameastra is celebrating the 1,000th anniversary of the end of the Cataclysm, but the celebration soon turns dark when the enemy reemerges.