The forces of Gotland troops assembled in Sniika where still hung over from the freedom celebrations in the local towns.
They where resting, eating and drinking with their equipment spread all over the camp.
In the distance one could hear the suiting bells ringing from the necks of the many goats that these lands knew.
A particular group of them slowly came towards the direction of the camp stopping only to graze when they found grass worthy enough.
Or at least, that was how it appeared for the men present here.
It didnt took long before the goats noticed the human presence, eagerly and curiously they ventured forward in a single group, to check out their human friends.
One of the men noticed the group and pointed and laughed, soon the rest followed.
It was quite curious and some even called it cute, to see the goats coming so close to the camp.
They had a good laugh and one of the men decide to break some of his bread to feed the goats and calmly walked into their direction.
The peaceful scene was shattered instantly with the cry of pain from outside the group.
Apparently one of the soldiers was still sleeping in his bedroll, where now three goats where chewing at.
At first the men laughed as it looked innocent and entertaining to them.
But soon another cry cam from the soldier who was feeding the goats his last piece of bread.
One of the goats bit half his right hand off and blood was gushing out at an incredible rate, the soldier fell to the ground screaming and now all men where readying their weapons and rallying in formation.
The soldiers now saw that something was incredibly wrong with these goats, they had bit marks all over their bodies and their eyes where black as the night and it wasn't a little herd either.
Hundreds of them where coming at the Gotland army in a steady pace, attacking every single living thing they could chew on.
If Gotland ever knew an apocalypse, then this must be it as their most holy creatures now turned relentlessly against them.
The night of the Goat has dawned for Gotland.
