Narrators pov:
Kingdom rise, kingdom falls only the undead will endure!
Spread across the land, an infectious disease! Out of mind and out of a goal, only that which they already lost calls them onward.
May the night spare you from their profanity. -Bobfray
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Troll Hut/deadland oasis - Narrators pov:
Enrik's afternoon had not been good; he had been so ever rudely awakened by the rogue rambling something about him peeping on her, ridicules!
Dumbfounded and very groggy from the ruff awakening Enrik had blurted out half-asleep:
"What? Why would I do that? I'm gay!" [Enrik]
That got the rogue to pipe down from her infrequent usage of her voice through the assassin was not pleased with this outcome.
After being so rudely awakened, there was no point in laying down again. The pale assassins injuries were worse than the rogues, and his neck cracked now and then as he moved it. The crack was indicating that it still had time until it fully healed after the encounter with "Keeper."
Enrik felt annoyed and wished for a contracted kill right about now.
After answering the barrage of question from the rogue - to prove his statement - which he didn't want to justify to her. He had never told anyone before about this. Well, Jenkins knew, but that was a secret in itself.
After answering the awkward question, the rogue finally gave pause. She seemed convinced enough not to chop his pecker off, right then and there! He sighed in relief.
After that misunderstanding got sorted, the rogue went back to the room she currently occupied to lay down and rest some more as she exasperated in annoyance.
Carefully rising Enrik felt his body opposed to his requests. The pain in Enrik's body was a problem as it obscured his movement, but he always buried the pain behind his poker face as he rose up to a standing position feeling his weight adding to the paint. At the same time, he heard crude footsteps from outside as Moby entered from the door.
Enrik had seen him leave after their noon chat but did not know what he had been up too. As during that time he had rested.
Trying to ask it in Troll speech would be a bother. So instead he conversed with the Troll in a natural way like any human being the emotional aspect of the Troll speech.
After a few minutes of mundane chatter that got them nowhere, the troll seemed to be reminded of something as he presented the assassin with a tall stick.
A crutch!
"For me?" [Enrik]
After receiving the gift, the Troll went all smiles;
"Ven!" [Moby]
"First! Try saying it in human language: Friend." [Enrik]
"Fend?" [Moby]
"Eh, good enough. So, Did you make this?" [Enrik] asked in unsavory certainty.
In Enrik's eyes, it was a masterpiece or at least the best crutch he had seen. Not something he could see a troll creat.
*Ummu???* [Moby]
It did not seem like Moby had understood the second question. Or maybe Enrik had not portrayed his emotions correctly. The assassin was uncertain.
"Whatever. Considering you are a Troll maybe I don't wanna know?..." [Enrik] said with a hint of sarcasm.
Leaning on the crutch relieving weight from his body Enrik was capable of moving more freely with less pain.
Taking it for a test run, Enrik was surprised by how Moby started to follow him around holding his troll arms in a protective barrier around him as if the troll were concerned that he would fall.
"Hey! I'm fine!" [Enrik] as he portrayed the emotion of needing space, to the Troll.
Moby seemed a bit saddened but gave space for him to move.
'This Moby! Not only is he docile, but he shows human emotion, consideration, and care.' [Enrik]
Letting the thought slip his mind, he instead started to scan around the room as he walked around actively.
He had not stated it before as the rogue had seemed emotionally unstable at the current time. But his instincts were telling him something was wrong. His first suspicion had been the troll, but after conversing with it, his suspicion had subsided.
But his instincts were still screaming inside of him.
No matter where he looked there was nothing out of the ordinary in the troll hut. It was like any regular home except made for a herbivore troll.
No meat, no pelts.
No blood, no gore.
After going a circle around the room, he returns to Moby.
"It's decent." [Enrik]
But Enrik was still not convinced that they were out of danger and after a quiet supper with the troll he took a stroll in the forest as his companion had earlier that day. But yet again found nothing amiss, except for an [ilussion barrier] leading to an Elven father tree — the heart of this forest.
As days passed, rutin started to settle in for the guests — an everyday life.
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After a week passed, during supper Enrik finally snapped.
"I want MEAT!" [Enrik]
"Don't be rude to the chef!" [Jenn]
Jenn had started to talk more openly during the week. Though to Enrik conclusion, it was so she could converse with Moby and not him, probably.
But right now Enrik was on edge, as he shouted:
"I need proteins! How the hell else is my wounds to heal properly!?" [Enrik]
"Moby throw him outside and let his tantrum cool him down!" [Jenn]
During the week Jenn had picked up on how to speak troll by listening in on the guy's conversations.
*Rokay!* [Moby]
"Hey! What do you think you're doing! Are you betraying me for her?" [Enrik]
Lifting Enrik by the shirt moby walks him to the door.
"Hey! Release me, you big oaf!" [Enrik] Hostility seeping from him.
Moby did not mind and then gently placed him outside the door, closing the door behind him.
"Fine! If you want anything done right! Then I will do it myself!" [Enrik]
It had been two days since he no longer needed the crutch, but his body was still sore. As he walked casually into the woods, kicking a rock in his way.
Enrick starting by scavenging. He found some hemp, rubber bush branches, and some flint and feathers.
Every hunter most prized possession: A bow and five arrows!
He looked at the bow with disdain as it brought back memories from his childhood. Memories he thought he long since had forgotten.
But he needed the bow if he wants to hunt!
Had he been in full health then he might have been able to ambush any animal slow enough for him to catch.
But currently, a bow and arrow was his only option.
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He had frequently seen animals in the wood, to curious for their good. But as he readied his ramshackle bow and went on the hunt, no animals were observed.
Half an hour passed without any animals in sight, not even tracks. After another half, an hour a [mist] had suddenly laid an eery blanket over the green grass as everything suddenly seemed to spring alive in the forest.
Enrik had been confident that he would have light for at least four hours. But it was turning dark earlier than anticipated.
The environment turned gray and dull with dark shadows casting themselves in the obscuring fog. Barely a sight of fifteen feet was visible in front of Enrik. Beyond the wall of mist, Enrik could only see deep shadows even a lone tree swaying in the wind would make Enrik jump in anticipation of his hunt.
But in the end, it was nothing.
Inpatient and annoyed, he finally saw a silhouette of an animal which was moving in the distance, he readied his ramshackle bow and loosed the arrow.
*snap!* *phew!*
The first arrow missed! The silhouette seemed to have noticed. As it moved around confused.
Enrik ready a second arrow and loos!
*snap!* *smack!*
This time it seemed to hit.
"Aaaaaarrrggg!" [???]
The creature roared in a gurgling sound as it charged towards Enrik's position. He readies his third arrow.
The silhouette was growing larger and larger until it is just a few feet away from him.
"Well, shit!" [Enrik] said in a deadpanned surprise.
Running towards him was an undead giant. Twice his hight.
Without time to think, Enrik started to retreat backward stringing his bow. He's out of shape body made him fumbled and dropped the arrow.
He had currently three arrows left.
A big rotten fist was heading his way; evasion was the only option.
*Bam!*
The mist spun by the force of the giant's fist.
'I ain't taking one of those head-on and surviving, that's for sure!' [Enrik]
Not bothering to aim he strung an arrow and let it lose as he continued to make the distance. The shot arrow hit the giant corps shoulder making it flinch from the impact for but a second. Enrik contemplated on climbing one of the threes but decided that his agility was limited enough and that the Giant probably would uproot the tree if he tried.
With two arrows left and a Giant close on his tail, he decided that his life was more important than his pride.
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Enrik's Memories:
"Edric! Again!" [???] Said a slim elderly Elven man with silver hair reaching his ankles.
The man wore a white robe, with blue and gold adorning it. Staring with stern eyes at the young pale boy wich hands were dripping blood and tears forming in his eyes.
"BUT FATHER!" [Enrik/Edric] The child bawled as tears fell down his cheeks from the self-inflicted wounds from overworking the bow.
"Again!" [Father]
The boy strung his bow again. Blood was flowing along the string.
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Present:
Lossen the last two arrow with [True aim!] aiming for the undead's head, the ramshackle bow breaks from the strain! But the projectiles stayed true as they hit square in the giant's forehead. The giant-corps were falling instantly with a thud into the mist, dispersing the fog a foot or so around the corps.
*Thud*
Looking down at the corps Enriks sees the rooting skin melting as a putrid smell bombard his nose.
*Coff! Khe!* [Enrik]
Covering his breathing holes with both hands, he leaves the corps as fast as his feet could carry him away from the area. The mist dissipating as the light of the evening sun returned to the woods.
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
As the notion of bird song dawned on Enrik, he looked around to see no dangers around and found himself perplexed. Backtracking his steps he finds no corps of the zombie giant. Nor any damage from the fight.
To the forest, it was as if nothing had happened.
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Forest of Uur - (Adventurer group) Will's PoV:
Alone with Penelope, I guess it was worth getting up today!
She might be a tall pink human, compared to my meager Hafling size, but I got nothing against it.
Though, as I chose this quest, I had hoped I could get a good night of rest, as the rest of the group took it up alone.
'I guess plans do not always hold! *sigh*' [Will]
I should pamper myself after this quest, some red wine, and a stake. Fingering my coin purse, I corrected myself; okay, maybe a stew instead.
"Um, hey Will! What kind of tracks are these?" [Penelope]
Not that I'm skilled in [tracking] like a hunter! But I took a peek at the tracks in the snow none the less. Chuckling at my luck, I answered the priestess.
"Goblin tracks!" [Will]
"How can you tell?" [Penelope]
"Well, it's either that or a child without shoes!" [Will]
The track was not a clean footprint, but certain things like how far the snow we're flung around and how deep indicated on something small. And the oval shape narrowed it down to humanoid-creatures, size small.
"Should we head back maybe? Get the rest of-" [Penelope]
"Naa, its just Gobs. Besides they are less active during this season staying in their lairs until spring. Unless provoked of course." [Will]
"Um, if you say it I guess we're fine." [Penelope]
Penelope continues her search, as I noticed something small gleaming in the snow ahead of her. An indication that one of my skills was going off.
"STOP!" [Will]
Without a second thought, Penelope stopped!
*Phew!* [Will]
Holding my chest I exasperated, [Spot] was useful sometimes. I gracefully got low to the ground and carefully moved towards what I had seen.
Penelope stood with one foot hovering over the object too uncertain about moving from the spot.
I slipped under Penelope to get a better look at what I was working with; I examined the ground, then I received my Switchblade and popped the blade out.
"Hmm, okay!" [Will]
"What?" [Penelope]
Slicing with the blades broadside through the snow I lift the object carefully up with the blade.
It was a thin string, and as I carefully loosened it from under the snow, the line extended on either side to two trees.
"Odd... Hmm!" [Will]
"Um, What is it? I don't know how long I can stand like this..." [Penelope]
"Well, it's only a trip wire, not even set up to an alarm. Just take a step back and your good." [Will]
As Penelope took a step back, I cut the wire and as I predicted nothing happened!
'Why would someone put up a trip wire... just to trip up someone?...' [Will]
Having a hunch, I extended one of my feet as far as possible to feel the snow in front of the tripwire and soon found out why.
"Ha ha! W.A.O.W! Well, that would not have been fun to fall into!" [Will]
The snow had given way to reveal a pit covered by branches and leaves, with several spikes decorating the bottom.
A hunters trap!
With amazement written on her face Penelope busted out;
"Waah! So that's a trap? First time I ever saw one!" [Penelope]
That got me stumped.
"What! You never saw a trap before!? Haven't the hunter in your village thaught you the basics!?" [Will]
"No, the only hunters who came into the church where there for the sermons." [Penelope]
'Oh, yea Eugene told me she had lived her whole childhood in a church! Guess these things are new to her...' [Will]
"Well, we can't have that! Come with me!" [Will]
As I collected the two pieces of tripwire Penelope asked:
"Um, what are we doing now?" [Penelope]
"I will teach you how to set up a trap and in the prosses hopefully put some wariness in that cloudy head of yours!" [Will]
"What about the Snowberries?" [Penelope]
"Well, I don't see the snow melt in the nearest future. And we at least got some time until Eugene and Cherry have finished their rest!" [Will]
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Penelope Pov:
We had been walking for a few minutes when my Hafling companion Will stops in front of a bush and bent over it. I had to squat to get down to his hight.
"First you need to scout the area, be aware of what is in your sight and what it potentially means!" [Will]
Pushing the bush's branches out of the way, the handling revealed a set of tracks in the snow under it.
"These are squirrel tracks, as you can see: they go up this tree as well! What does that tell you?" [Will]
"Em, that a squirrel has been here?" [Penelope]
"Yes! but for what reason?" [Will]
"Because..." [Penelope]
"Because...?" [Will]
'Squeals are red fury animals with puffy tails. Why would it go up a tree? Because...'
"...squirrels lives in a forest!" [Penelope]
"Em... sure, yes, they live in trees and forage in the wood for food. So that either tells us that it lives in this tree or that it scavenge food from it." Grabbing a log the size of his forearm, Will continued. "Next Part is to find your mechanism, the thing that will make your trap, em... to do what it's supposed to do! Luckily we got it right here. With this log, we can create a simple squirrel trap!" [Will]
Will took the log which looked quite sturdy and somewhat heavy and put it up against the tree. Making sure it was dug into the ground a little, creating a ramp up to the treetops.
Retrieving the two string pieces he had cut a few minutes ago, he gave one of the two to me.
"Now look carefully this is how you tie a nose!: First you..."
He stated by extending the string to its full length. Then he created an O shape, as he crossed the ends. Then he took one of the tops and tied a knot onto itself. Letting the second end go through the knot still capable of movement but holding the circular form he had first created.
"...Then you tie the second end to a suitable branch on the log where the squeal will pass. It's best to have a log that is not too thick, so it's more certain that the squeal will go into the noose." [Will]
If I where a squirrel and could climb trees why would I walk along a thin log?
"Em, but how are you certain it will not avoid it? It can just climb up the tree from wherever it wants, right?" [Penelope]
"That's kinda true, but simply put like all creatures squirrels are lazy by nature. Now your turn to try!" [Will]
It was not that hard to make the nose, and sure I fumbled a bit with tying the nose onto itself, not tying it too hard so the other end could not move. But I had my [Sewing] skill which helped me along, and after the third attempt, I succeeded.
After creating the nose and tying it to a branch something dawned on me!
"But hey wait! How does the nose even work? You just told me that they would get caught in it. But how? They're... just sitting there." [Penelope]
"Well if we're lucky and the squirrel comes out during its hibernation it will go through the hole with its head, as it continues to walk the noose will be tightened around its neck and the squirrel will be caught... in most scenarios." [Will]
"Wait! So it will choke itself to death!?" [Penelope]
"Lucky bastard if it did, if it doesn't and can't free itself then it will most likely die from the cold!" [Will]
"But! no...!" [Penelope]
"*Grunt* oooh, brother!... Penelope see here it's the survival of the fittest; Eat or be eaten! Do you think a mutated squirrel would care about how you die?" [Will]
"But we can choose not to hurt them!" [Penelope]
"Oh dear no! I'm not taking on this conversation! Let's continue looking for the berries everything exepth that!" [Will]
He was about to walk out on the conversation when he stopped and in a low voice uttered.
"... If the Squirrel gets caught, it's food! If it's smart enough to avoid the trap, then it can continue being a squirrel! Is that fair enough?" [Will]
"Em~, *sigh* The goddess tells us to turn our other cheek; let's agree to disagree." [Penelope]
"Erk! Still feels like a loss!" [Will]
'I think Will is too prideful sometimes, te he- Hm? Wait what is that over there?' [Penelope]
"Will do you see that?" [Penelope]
Turning around he stood face to face with an ordinary snow-covered bush.
"Nice bush!" [Will]
"No, beyond it!" [Penelope]
"... Hey! I'm a three foot ten Hafling; I don't see that far in a dense forest! Just tell me already!" [Will]
"Well, something is moving beyond the treeline." [Penelope]
"Can't discern what it is? Well, let's take a look. Give me a heads up if it's a bear or anything dangerous!" [Will]
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Eugene Pov:
"Well, that should about do it! You also ready Cherry?" [Eugene]
After getting a confirming nod, I grabbed some snow which I chucked onto the glowing wood.
*Shiiii*
After double checking our gear, we followed the tracks of our two friends.
As we followed the tracks, Cherry started som usually small talk.
"What's the chance they already found the snowberry?" [Cherry]
"Well, minimal we have been searching together for five hours already... But then again who knows." [Eugene]
"What is the average time normally?" [Cherry]
"*Puuuw*, the record is just under a day I think?" [Eugene]
After walking a while more, we find a pit trap in the snow. We were first concerned that something might have happened to Will and Penelope. But luckily there was nobody within.
"Seems like Will's handy work. Lucky no one got hurt!" [Eugene]
Continuing on we find a log leaning on a tree and further ahead I could see the silhouette of Penelope.
"I see them; they're just up ahead!" [Eugene]
Soon enough we reached the Priestess who was squatting behind some bushes.
Ahead beyond the treeline the reason for her hiding was clear. Will was nowhere to be seen as I laid a hand on Penelope's shoulder.
"Eep!" [Penelope]
"Shh! Update me about the situation!" [Eugene]
After listening to an unnecessarily long explanation, I think I got the significant bits.
After seeing a pair of tracks in the snow belonging to goblins, there had first been no concern. But all that changed when they stumbled upon the goblin lair which was bustling with life.
The goblins where either scavenging or creating what looks like a barricade. While other Goblins with pikes observed the perimeter or just poked fun of its kind because of boredom.
Looking at the goblin workers on the snow-filled plains outlining the border between the forest and the cliffside I asked:
"So where is Will?" [Eugene]
"He went inside the lair!" [Penelope]
'Just great!' [Eugene] I exasperated in my mind.
Usually, feral goblins would be hibernation during this season. On the other hand, did not stand true if it was a Clan.
Lead by a clan leader the goblin clan was ferocious and had as many inhabitants as a human village or more. The tribe was usually lead -but not always- by a Hob or a Bugbear.
The number one reason for a clan's rapid growth was their prisoners or "human cattle" if one prefers. And if I know Will as well as I think, then he went inside to scout. This was not the quest we were currently on, but to let a clan grow freely is never good and then we have not even considered the moral standing of saving the prisoners before it's too late!
Right now the three of us was around thirty feet away from the goblinoids. Will, on the other hand, while unseen was in the center of the enemy territory.
"*sigh* I wished you guys came and got us first... Cherry do you have any [invisible] spells on you?" [Eugene]
"No, that's a second Tier spell. I only have first Tier spells." [Cherry]
"Anything useful for the situation then?" [Eugene]
"I have [sleep], but I don't think I will be able to affect them all... Maybe five of them at most!" [Cherry]
"Hmm, could have worked if it was just a few guards... We could look for an alternative entrance, or we could wait here until Will returns." [Eugene]
The ladies looked at each other and then looked at me, as the team leader, it was up to me to choose!
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Will Pov:
I crept through the tunnel my [Hide] skill only works if my opponent either doesn’t know that I'm there, doesn’t pay any attention towards me, or doesn’t know exactly where I'm located. With this in mind, a gob with a light source or a Gob that get close enough, then I will surely get spotted!
After traveling down for what felt like ten minutes, I come into an open space at least a hundred foot wide and going down into a pit of black nothingness. Besides me, a path goes up to a ledge, where another path leads around and splits into several trails leading up and down in several layers creating several sections of roads leading around the interior wall of the cavern — the pats leading to and from several holes or burrows which decorated the wall like a bees hive. At certain points hand made constructions had been built; specific paths were connecting with hanging bridges, patch job on decaying wall pieces, even clumsily assembled wooden doors create for some of the burrows.
I had been lucky so far as no Gob used the path from the entrance. But inside the pit; several pedestrian gobs occupied paths. The first thing that stood out to me was that no one gob dressed the same, if they wore anything in the first place, as I eyed a naked Gob...*Urp!* I could have gone without seeing THAT.
I fell how my stomach turns ever so slightly.
I would estimate there to be around five hundred Gobs in this pit, beyond the ones I already could see. But by observing the erratic differences in style, I think I got myself an Idea!
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'Fuck! What if this doesn't work! *Deep breath* Were about the same weight class, and hight this is going to work... *Deep breath* Fuck it, do it!' [Will]
Covering my face with my hood and pulling up my collar for good measure I took a step up to the ledge. The first thing I see is a gob guard holding a pike!
He jawns and looks my way, followed by him scratching his butt. Then he slowly looked away.
'Thank you, goddess!' [Will]
Together with my [Disguise] I as casually as possible walked away from the sentry and further into enemy territory — the bustling sound of Gob chatter and snarling where audibly inside the pit.
Walking down the paths making sure not to bump into the several Gobs I passed unnecessarily. I casually looked into every hole I passed seeing some disconcerting things as I walked!
Gobs using two bones to drum on a human skull, casual intercourse in a sleeping den full of Gobs, a Gob rat cult, a threeway Gob brawl, a Gob eating another gob's... *Urp!* Oh, lady have mercy!
I was about to give in when my [Keen Hering] kicked in, and I heard a scream amiss the buzzing Gobs.
"*sob* NO! Please NO! Stoop! *sob* stop. *sob*" [???]
The voice sounds like a human male, young as I almost mistook the high pitched cry of a female. It seems like they got him locked in further down. That's when I noticed a group of Gobs coming towards me on the narrow path. It seemed like they were socializing as one of the Gobs made precise movement indicating boasting. The Gobs didn't even bother looking my way, but soon we would become uncomfortably close. I could double back, but that would take more time. Looking around I see a wooden door slightly open to one of the holes just a bit further ahead.
I was hesitant, after everything I had already seen. But in the end, decided it was the best option for saving time. I went through the hole before the group of Gobs reached me. I heard outside as their feet scraped the ground.
I directed my attention inside the small hole. A single small fire lit up this room as the only other occupant was a squatting Gob holding a lit match, staring into its flame, reflecting in his big round eyes until it burned down to his fingers.
*Arrr!* [Gob] he screeched with a gurgling sound!
Shaking his hand and sucking on his fingers, he looked towards me as both of us froze. Then he started to tilt his head back ones, twice:
*Atcho!* [Gob] Snoot flying out of his big green nose!
After drying his nose with his arm and a loud snort, he lit another match and stared into the small flame again. Looking closer at his eyes I see that they have no color, just a gray tone.
'Is he blind?' [Will]
I heard that goblins could get overly obsessed by the stranges things, but this was weird even for my standard! I listened in to the group of Gobs passing by the door. After the coast was clear, I leaped out of the hole and continued downwards.
As I reached the end of the path, I was greeted by a set of wooden bars. Inside the distinct odor of piss and shit filled my nose, for once I was grateful for this overpowering smell as it distracted me from what was inside. Gore, mutilation, it was hard calling these prisoner humans anymore. I counted to thirteen of them, thirteen wichs I still think was alive... If one even could call it that.
I covered my nostrils as best I could and turned around to leave; there was no chance that I could free them and get them out alive on my own. That's when I felt a tug on my sleeve as a hand had gone through the bars.
"Help me!" [???]
It was that voice, the young male wich I heard before. I looked at him, and he laid pron inside the cell. Not even older than twelve summers. My [survival instinct] kicked in. This kid could blow my cover!
I squatted down to his level and took a firm grip on his forearm pulling him closer to me.
"Kid, what's your name?" [Will]
"Derek, sir" [Derek] Tears of joy running down his cheeks
"I'm sorry for this Derek" [Will]
*Stab!*
As the boy fell limp to the ground, I let go of his arm and made my retreat to the surface.
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Deadlands - Narrators Pov:
Night fell over the dead-lands. In the forest hut, our two thieves had started to plan their journey back to civilization.
"I don't like this place one bit!" [Enrik]
"I must agree; something is off with this forest. The sooner we get home, the sooner I can relax!" [Jenn]
"The way home will be long and hard! Not even considering our first hurdle of getting out of the dead lands." [Enrik]
"Then let's prepare what we can from here, how long will the travel to get out of the deadlands?" [Jenn]
"A month perhaps? There are no stories of this forest, so I guess that we are in the most unwelcome area of the dead lands more specific the center of it - where no one has reached alive" [Enrik]
"No 'man' has reached you mean!?" [Jenn]
"Yes, and I have meant to ask you about that. What is it with you and Moby? Did he propose?"
"What!? No! Where the fuck would you get that idea?" [Jeen]
"No... Never mind." [Enrik]
Jenn sighs
"Don't you see his worth?" [Jenn]
"Sure two golds for the tusks, five for the whole head and three for his D-" [Enrik]
"No! Not that worth! And those riches would only be momentary. Think bigger, that trolls physical endurance our intellectual." [Jenn]
"I see, and how does that play out in your mind? The king owns the green trolls, what do you think he would say if we come walking into his realm with our own?" [Enrik]
"Don't be so simple minded; we will come up with something. We're going to get revenge on that Dungeon, and then we're going to rise to the top of the world. We together!" [Jenn]
Enrik noticed her eyes showing a hint of madness. But her plan did not displease him.
"And what is Mobys opinion in this?" [Enrik]
"Have you gotten a soft spot for the troll?" [Jenn]
"I could ask you the same!" [Enrik]
The both of them stared silently at each other.
"*sigh* your still the boss, whatever you decide I will follow. That was my vow." [Enrik]
"Good; we will need water, food, and protection from the sun." [Jenn]
"Sure, and what about the creatures of the night?" [Enrik]
"Let's avoid them if we are to encounter them a tactical retreat is the most optimal. Worst scenario we stand and fight!" [Jenn]
Their conversation continued into the night. With minute details as if it was instead a heist rather than a long journey through the scorched plains.
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DeadLands - Forsaken Fort -Narrators pov:
In a location unknown by the masses laid a ruined fort. Back in the decades it had been a forward base for a nation long lost to time.
Now it was merely a spec of what it ones were — laying crumbled to the ground. No one would be able to identify the structure from the natural environment of stone and dirt.
But there are usually more to see if you know where to look.
Below the rubble lay the fort's dungeon and cells reasonably whole compared to the rest of the fort.
Within these halls, the sound of wheezing, groans and the rasping noise of dragging chains. The fort not abandon.
Within the innermost part of the dungeon laid a torture chamber, strapped to a torturing device sits a young lady her head tilted to the side so much that it was about to fall off. The cloths on her person was not that of a commoner, but they had seen better days as they where were slowly turning to dust through the many years that have passed.
A shadow casts over the maiden as a crisp dark voice echoed within the torture chamber.
"One got trough but has fallen, elven bow. I saw it! Pale skin. They have returned to their birthplace!" [???]
The head of the maiden moved for an instance. So subtle that one might not have noticed.
"Yes! You remember I feel it — the things they did. Hatred, feed us with that hatred. We will feast on their living flesh! Just like it's ancestors!" [???]