THE NATIONAL ORCHESTRA OF THEUNITED KINGDOM OF GOATS

e COMPENDIUM

FRAGMENT ONE

e Oveeer

THE PROPAGANDA OFFICE OF THEUNITED KINGDOM OF GOATS

REVISION 2.2

INTRIGUINGREVEALINGCONFIDENTIAL

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The overseer

The overseer clenched his fists. He stood up slowly, turned

around and reached for his weapons. “You won’t need them now,

overseer…” one of the guards intervened. “We were given strict

orders to make sure everything proceeds smoothly. And we don’t

want anyone to get hurt. And that includes you. I think you'd

agree.”

The overseer did not expect such clear-cut words. This

confirmed what he had already hoped for. It was true, it was about

to begin. But why now? Why did they wait this long? He mustered

the two soldiers precisely up and down as they were standing in

the doorway to his quarter. They were of a most frightening

appearance indeed. Even for Kramh. Their wings were closed and

folded behind their backs - conveniently hiding their weaponry.

Both of them wore their battle masks, the ones that Kramh usually

only wear at highly formal ceremonies. A long white bony mask

that only covers the upper part of a face and reached down only to

the nose. On the forehead there's usually a distinct battle mark

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drawn identifying the rank and achievements of a soldier. These

two had nothing more than a blood-red skull on it, signalling that

they were part of the personal war-guard of the high council

Only a dim and faint blue glow shone through the holes

where their eyes once were. They did not move at all. The

overseer was impressed. He had never seen one of the war-guard

himself. Their axes were crafted with an astounding care for

details and the marks of the high council could be seen

everywhere on it. Rumours had it that their armour was forged as

a hardened alloy of Barium and the grounded bone dust of the

ones they had slain in the name of the high council

While the overseer was lost in thoughts over his two escorts

one of them broke the silence and said: “The high council is

waiting.” It was such an honour for an overseer to have direct

word with the high council, whatever matter it was for. He was

actually willing to accept any condition he was given to have it.

“Yes I know.” He replied. He took a last look at his weapon rack

where his twin blades rested. Shiny and polished. As ready for

battle as always. He had never ever left his quarter without them.

He felt defenceless. The two guards at his door seemed to read

every single thought he made and spoke up, with a growing

hostile tone in their voice: “We don’t have to remind you of the

code of conduct, overseer, do we?” “Of course you don’t”, he

replied, “Let’s go.” The overseer turned around and followed his

two companions out of his tent.

Both suns were just about to set and created the usual but

still magnificent show of light as the three left the eastern crew

camp and headed out to the fortress. A quite impressive amount

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of soldiers, warriors and witchsingers had gathered together to

watch them march across the fields. Something was wrong here.

Apparently word of the overseer’s audience quickly made its way

to the ears of the common people. Why did they all come to watch

him? He recognized most of the faces standing by the wayside as

only a few days had passed since the gathering was held at the

first wall. And most of these people were there. It was an

uncommon practice for the high council to have word directly

with an overseer. So many of all these faces expressed that they

would kill for a chance to be him now. But yet he felt some kind of

support from all these people. A hundred or maybe even a

thousand devout followers. These were his men. Or were they

maybe more devout to their own life as to anything else after all?

Regardless, with every step the overseer took he felt more

responsible for everything that he had ever stood for. And he felt

proud to be the spearhead. Yes! He will be one of the Kramh as he

always was. And he will represent his battalion before the high

council as well as he does so on the battlefield.

A small troop of Kramh soldiers began a futile attempt to

disband the mob standing around but failed. They were growing

impatient and a few of them started shouting and screaming. The

overseer failed at understanding what was happening. People

were starting to throw stones and twigs, all they could find laying

on the ground. The words they threw ranged from "traitor" to

"hero" and some even tried to encourage him. Fights ensued

among the visitors and a few ran off to flee from the sheer amount

of anger that arose. His companions speed up and started to drag

him away from the camp in an attempt of utter despair to avoid

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the mob getting hands on him. His feet lost contact with the

ground below him and he fell. The two war-guards dragged him as

fast as they could. Suddenly one of aggressors jumped at him with

a worn-out dung-fork in his hand screaming : "Don't give in,

overseer. Don't give in! When they call upon ..." - his saying was

forcefully interrupted by one of the war-guards taking a swift

swing with his axe splitting the mans skull in two. Blood splashed

across the overseer who was now laying backside on the floor

trying to fend off other attackers. The lifeless body began to

tumble over and fell straight down onto the overseer who was

unable to move seeing this shocking scene. The dead body still

firmly held the dung-fork as he fell down and impaled the

overseers shoulder. Sinking down the body slid off to the right,

still holding the dung-fork and ripping it out leaving a bleeding

and infected wound. The overseer's screams of pain were choked

by the chaos of battle that was now raging on the camp. He fell

unconscious. A last blurry glimpse catched his eye seeing the war-

guard who killed the man moving his mouth, but he could not hear

anything coming out of it. Fainting he heard a screaming

conversation between the two war-guards: "We must make it out

of here quick. Someone must've informed them!". Black was all he

was seeing now.

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