The Epic Of a’Sitari Gold-Ward
I, daughter of the Golden-SwordBow have finally begun to venture forth to the vast expenses of the world away from Thala Forile. There, I was considered amongst the most gifted in the art of war, and was elected as this century’s ward against evil. The obligation spurred my training forth, and soon I became the strongest warrior Thala Forile had seen in many generations. In the training that ensued after the council’s decision I became a very agile, tough, and focused spear elf.
Like most elven soldiers, I was trained for dodging the enemy’s blows, and then killing them shortly after.
6th Moonstone, 505
In the start of my journey, I lost myself on the path to the human fortress where I would be basing my beginnings until I was well-known enough to start my own company of warriors and purge the evil from the landscape. Now quickly took inventory of my equipment, and found that everything was in order.
The elders had equipped me with a mango wood spear, a leather coat and standard rope-reed clothing. They also insisted I carried a shield, though unskilled in its use. It was certainly a nice shield from the wind. I was also wearing a rope-reed backpack and a leather water skin. Inside it were three drinks of water, and a large-copper dagger was in the backpack, as well as five meals worth of lungfish. I immediately removed the dagger, should the fighting get too close for my own spear, and in case I needed to commit the appalling deed of butchery.
I wandered into the nearest hamlet, and then walked into the nearest hut. In the hut were at least five to ten humans. My first action was to start a conversation with a human to discover my surroundings and find my first mission. If necessary, I will gain permission to stay the night, as I wasn’t yet confident in my abilities to ward of hordes of bogeymen, and rid the world of such. That would be later. In any event I began talking to the foreign human, and it was immediately clear we were much different.
The main difference was that he lived in a wooden hut, constructed of my ancestors’ bones. Those ignorant humans! They must now not that when we die; we become the tree, our spirits inside. To end a tree is nigh worse than to strike down a "living" being. And, he and his companions have no sympathy for the other plants. They trample them, kill them, rip out their roots, and devour them like hungry beasts! While of course, we need food; they need not farm them in such a disrespectful way. I wonder how much they would like to be forced to grow in a small space, then killed and eaten. Bah, I would try it one day, if I weren't supposed to be the bane of evil, not the evil itself.
But also, more elusive things came from this human. Those dirty, tree-killing bastards! And then they have the audacity to think I am the evil one. Their stares almost made me want to rip their filthy human guts out. The humans tone, now that. They speak to me as if I am a forgotten beast, one to be cast off and chased with torches. Oh, I will show them all!
After this inner outrage, I proceeded to question him about surroundings, obtained permission to stay for the night, and then asked for a task that needed completion. He told me of a fearsome beast, Elide IdataTwilights, who had slain Apug SlaughterDabbling, no doubt a human, as no honorable elf would have such a name. The human agrees to travel with me, though I doubt his usefulness, a companion is always welcome.
Before killing Elide IdataTwilights, I shall traverse the distance to the nearest fortress, recruit the remainder of my current band, and then start my quest to end the tumult and strife of this evil world!
At the fortress, I recruit a spearman, a mace man, and a swordsman. While they are only human, I wish not to be ambushed by anyone with aid, and so recruit them regardless. Now I set of to rid the world of this vile creature of the night.
I check the stars, and it appears I shall oppose Elide IdataTwilights in the night, when it is most powerful, but alas, I shall strive forth! I step into the consort’s cave, and the rancid smell of death assails me, and swarms of large roaches are stirred up.
A good spear throw away, Elide is clearly visible, its deathly laughter fills the cavern as a drum beat. As Elide’s tail swishes back and forth,
I stride to meet the creature, my companions to my rear. It holds a meat cleaver, streaked with crimson blood, and appears to be soon searching for its next victim.
I charge the beast for the glory of Thala Forile! I attempt to stab the beast in the lower body, but it parries my blow and counterstrikes. Elide misses, and I stab its head, but missing, but it misses as well. My spear then finds it's into Elide's upper right arm, but I only inflict a minor injury. It charges me, but finds my training more than a match for itself. I continue to stab the consort, and my companions charge in to my aid. My swordsman slashes furiously at the beast, and twists his sword around in the beast's flesh. Such is the reward of evil! However, my other soldiers are not as helpful, and are little more effective as fighters than meat shields. I made an inner promise to recruit true elven soldiers after this sorry display of the lack of finesse these humans’ possess.
My companions are being torn apart, but I am prevailing. I do not want to damage their morale, and because a human is better as a companion as no companion. Besides, a human is by comparison far better a companion than a dwarf.
I almost laugh at their clear lack of battle prowess, and soon death shall be the beast’s reward. The beast and I exchange a flurry of blow, and I am smote in my left hand, and lose my spear. Despite this, I pull out my dagger and continue the battle. Within a few more blows, I am able to slice the consort in half, ending its fell reign.
7th Moonstone 505
I then rest till dawn, in hopes of healing my hand. It is slight better, but not as good as it used to be, and it probably never will be. I then search the cave, and pick up a leather bag, and my spear. In my search of the cave, I discover a shield, a gemstone, and I pick up the beast knives, should I ever need them. And with that I race forth from the lair.
Feeling the air upon my hair, I laugh, and run my way down to the fortress. My first of many victories against evil! I have finally discovered my purpose in life, and vow never to let a single being of evil exist and long as I still draw breaths from the air of Avafi!
THE JOURNEY TO THE FORTRESS
As I reached the fortress, I realized that these human had decided to build it from stone, not wood, and I commend them for this. However, these humans appear just as useless as before, but alas; they wished to know about the success about my mission. In this way I shall humor them, and I prepared to walk down the tranquil snowy path to the unruly fortress, and meet the dirty humans.
Standing near the entrance to the fortress was a human crossbowman. I despise crossbows, for they are unearthly, and should not be used. Any good, honest person should own a bow, and for such I simply go past this man. A few minutes later, I encounter a real bowman. I tell him of my deeds, and he agrees to join me. This human also asks me to kill an outlaw.
What a fractured race these humans are! Inside themselves they have brigands, and outlaws. Band of them, covering the maps, wars waged between themselves, cities, countries, and towns, and individuals. I shake my head at the violence, but accept the mission nonetheless; for there is no doubt that these humans are far more evil than my previous encounters with this disgusting race.
I proceed to gather more companions, and I see an axe man, wielding a battle-axe, weapon of the tree killers. I shudder and turn my back on him, then venture farther into the fortress, looking for a swordsman or some other more dignified human. I pass more primal soldiers, even including a lasher. They call him a soldier! I only manage to get one more companion, a swordsman, and then I leave the fortress, with the others refusing to join me. They want glory. Bah! They would obtain their share if they would traverse the land with me.
Now I set out for the bandit’s camp, to make more humans join forces with me and vanquish the evil.
Having traveled for over a day, I finally decide to make camp, and wait for dawn. I settle down, and begin to gratefully rest. Having rested, I resume the journey, and after a many houred hike, I see the camp in the distance. I set for it, again with my faithful companions to my rear, ready to assist me in my battle against evil. We now travel more cautiously, and slowly approach the camp.
8th Moonstone 505
Upon growing near to the camp, the outlaw we were sent to hunt has appeared, shouting his name like an acolyte. He is a bowman, and has no armour, just standard clothing. Just now I realize I have been wrong. It is a she, not a he. Upon closer inspection, I noticed her large girth. She also has very long hair, a long nose, sunken blue eyes, and low eyebrows. Her skin is extremely pale.
I approach her, ready to blow arrows at any moment. Fortunately, my bowman shoots first, and tears the skin of the upper body of the outlaw. I aim a stab at her upper body, which should be fairly easy to land. I miss, and she shoots one of my companions. Now I rush into the fight, and fight all the harder, and attempt to strike the deathblow.
The outlaw’s arm is bruised, but that is better than nothing. My swordsmen now set to work, and are now slashing the commander with mixed results. I continue stabbing her, and then attempt to slash her with my dagger, should I be able to end the fight quickly. She tries to dodge away, but I quickly catch her I slash her upper body with my dagger, and tear her left lung. That is what all evil deserves! My next blows are less effective, but the outlaw is already heavily damaged, and should soon fall to our blades.
Now she is almost dead, and dropped her weapon. We should be able to fall her soon, without to many injuries. Surprisingly, the peasant I recruited from the hamlet strikes the deathblow. I commend him on his bravery, and now I go to finish off the rest of the outlaws. Our bowman is already firing at the rest of the outlaws, and is having mild success.
Currently I am exchanging blows with human spearman, and my companions are beginning to join in the brawl. Now there are two humans and while they are dodging my blows at first I begin to gain the upper hand in our fight. I end the lasher coming after me, and go back to the spearman. The spearman is more skilled than the lasher, but I am winning nonetheless. My companions have ended the lives of the other outlaws in a futile struggle, and allow me to kill the enemy more easily. The spearman is one of the stronger foes I have encountered, and my blows seem not to have much effect, nor do the combined force of all five my companions.
After a long exchange of blows, I succeed to kill this outlaw as well, and I now scour the battlefield for items. I pick up the commanders arrows and bow, and the bow is a noble weapon, not to be left on the battlefield, and I may try my hand at it myself. I also pick up a spear for throwing, and move onward. All of my companions still walk among the living, and I go to the fortress to report my success.
On my way to the fortress, I see a different fortress, and decide to venture to this one instead. Also I see a bandit camp just to the north, and that is likely where my next mission most likely resides.
THE DWARVEN CONFRONTATION
I enter the fortress, hoping to see more interesting human than the previous rabble that greeted me. Upon entering this fortress as well though I see another crossbowman, and spit, disgusted, at his feet. I pass by the human, and once more see a bowman, surrounded by a lasher, hammer man, and axe man. Nearby I also spot a spearman and swordsmen.
I walk up to the bowman, and report the success of my mission. However, before I could tell him, he tells me that life is all about suicide. By Avafi, these disgusting humans. Is that whom they worship? Do they worship gods of suicide and murder? Malice and Hate! Death and Killing? I realize that with what I have seen, I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am utterly shocked. I move past the man, and would have slain him there if his companions weren’t watching. And that human deserved to die, not to live as he was granted by the grace of Avafi.
The swordsman however, welcomes my news, and agrees to join me. I also recruit a spearman, both of whom gladly agree to travel with me. I also meet yet another spearman and he also agree to come with me. I then set off, and attempt to get my next mission. As I predicted, the mission is to go to the outlaw camp, just north of my current location.
I agree, but first rest, and will set out at dawn.
9th Moonstone 505
After a half-day hike, I don my weapons and armour, pull out my shield, and prepare my spear. I do not know what to expect from the brigands, but I hope that they are just as weak as the previous bunch. However, I do know it is wise not to underestimate your opponent, lest it fool you into making a foolish mistake.
With the camp to my west I set off, ready to face them and vanquish this force of evil, no matter how minor they may seem.
It appears that these brigands are dwarves, but I wish to make certain before I commit acts of homicide on the innocent. It appears that they are indeed the outlaws, and I commence the stabbing.
My first strike goes through a dwarven swords dwarf’s left lower arm, and tears the muscle, however, it is stuck, and I decide to twist it in the fool’s arm. Now my companions rush into the fighting, and we begin the exchange that is becoming all too familiar to me. The dwarf’s companions also join in, and the injured dwarf jumps away. I now stab the dwarf in the upper body, causing many wounds, and causing him extreme pain. This time the spear has stuck in his flesh once more, and I twisted it again.
His allies are now coming about towards me, but before that I stab the dwarf in the lower body, tearing his guts, causing him to vomit. My allies are now in the thick of the fray, stabbing away. A dwarven wrestler comes up to me, and now I begin to fight him, as he is uninjured, and is a larger threat. I succeed to stab the dwarf’s hand off, and he is now bleeding heavily.
For the next several minutes we exchange an angry bout of blows, and my companions fall upon the dwarves, and are now hacking them to bits. However, now the rest of the dwarven outlaws come, but we are still tearing them to shreds at the moment. After a few more stabs from my spear, I successfully kill the dwarf wrestler, and move on to my next opponent. It seems though that my allies need no help, and I see another one who successfully stabbed off his opponent’s hand.
Now I am after the axe dwarf, and I severe many of his nerves, and tear a ligament. My next blow shatters the dwarf’s skull, but he continues to fight on. I proceed to eternally ruin his internal organs. Another dwarf is struck down without so much a single casualty on my side. I tear apart the axe dwarf’s brain, and this time he dies. By Avafi these beasts, they are much worse than the humans, and they defy the laws that you have set down. By your power, I say, banish these foul beasts back to their mountain homes and never return!
Now, after seeing so many of his fellow warriors fall, the chieftain finally shows up to end up, but I know he will find us a more difficult fight than all his other victims. In the background, my spearman keeps stabbing the dwarves’ hands off. As the chieftain approaches me, I stab his left hand off, and he does not lose anything but is now heavily bleeding. Now I stab the chieftain’s right hand, and he loses it, as well as his steel war hammer.
After a few more minutes, my companions succeed in tearing him apart, and the deathblow is struck by my spearman. Now we move on to the last dwarf, a crossbowman. I feel pity for him, as he has to go up against six trained humans with the intent to kill, and then there was me. In an attempt to end his misery I tear his brain with a quick blow to the head with my spear. Now I scour the battlefield for items that could be useful to me, and after that, I go to the fortress to report my success.
In my search of the battlefield, I find a spear, and short-sword, which I plan to eventually change how I fight with the sword and bow, instead of the spear. I also plan to start throwing spears, or maybe just keep one and drop the rest. Overall though, my search was relatively fruitless, though I did pick up some coins in case I needed to buy something from a human town.
I make it back to the fortress before dark, and I prepare myself for the ordeal of the next meet with the humans.
THE CHRONICLES OF UMIMPORTANT MISSIONS
At the fortress, the normal human signs are present, and after my search for an honest soldier, I come across a swordsman, and a true bowman. As I talk to the swordsman, I introduce myself by name, and he recognizes me shouting, “Bless A’Sitari, the Tapered Mire!” The other soldiers notice his exclamation, and begin to praise me. Maybe these humans aren’t so bad.
Slenshi is the swordsman’s name, and I share my news with him, and he agrees to join me. Despite my obvious reputation, no one else was willing to join me. As such, I ask around for a new mission, and my call is answered by yet another creature of the night.
Ah, there is nothing quite like the thrill of beheading a consort. All the fighting and the threat of death create quite a thrill. What fun! If only my victory was not so assured. But, I accept the task regardless and plan to set out the next morn.
10th Moonstone 505
An early start is the best way to start an adventure! With all of the fresh air in my face, I quickly move out, with all seven of my companions in tow.
Now, almost upon the lair, I order the spearmen to do a sweep of the area to find any ambushes or other sorts of unpleasant surprises. Not that there are really too many pleasant to me. With naught a thing discovered I called them back. I opened the door to the consort’s lair.
Amoya Fishcarry, the dark consort stands before me with its copper carving knife waving murderously in the low light. I anticipate a tough fight, because it never pays to underestimate your opponent. My bowman looses an arrow and tears the fowl beast’s scales. Now I take over, lashing out twice for every one of its blows.
My next blows attempt to damage an organ of the beast, but I end up opening an artery in her hand instead. Now her right hand is almost useless.
My companions chase Amoya as she runs away, but when backed into a corner, she succeeds in carving up my spearman and swordsman. She tore their flesh apart. Now, with the creature back in my grasp, the fight begins to turn in our favor. As our weapons find their target, another servant of evil is left in a bloody heap. The body has guts coming out, organs torn and bruised, and limbs incapacitated. After another few minutes of a severe beating, the brute consort is dead in a head of limbs, guts and blood. Although it is unclear who struck the fatal blow, I am sure the scholars will come up with a solution.
Now I begin the standard search of the battlefield, and this time I find some armour. I pick up and wear a willow helm, which will be helpful should I be struck in the head. The pile of loot also has another willow spear, leading me to believe Amoya struck down another elf.
After that uneventful match with the brute consort, I go back to the fortress, and hope for a more interesting quest, as the last one was rather lacking in interest. Now though, the residents of the fortress are now praising me, and despite our racial difference welcoming me into their groups. After that, I ask for service from the lord of this fortress, but he refuses, and one of his soldiers asks me to kill some more outlaws.
Maybe if I rid this world of the bandits and brigands then I can actually get to defeat more important people, such as the personal servants of evil. I dare not utter the name of the Creatures. Creatures that frighten the most hardened warriors. Creatures are the pure being of evil.
But alas, for now, I must go to the camp of the bandits. As the camp is a mighty day’s hike away, I sleep before I traverse the wide expanses between here and there.
12th Moonstone
The sentry says that we may be ambushed, but seeing no monsters, I am doubtful. However, I put on all my gear and stand up, cautiously ready to continue towards the camp. It turns out the sentry spotted nothing, so I finish my sleep, and then continue on the way.
When the camp comes into sight, the sun is leaving for the day, and we begin to go cautiously towards the camp. It turns out that this is yet another dwarf camp. I did not know that the dwarves had so many bandits, but now I see. A pike dwarf and a swords dwarf come to me, and we begin the fight.
Their commander announces himself to my party as we near the dwarves. My first blows find its way into the pike dwarf’s lung, and the swords dwarf’s attack is dodged. The pike dwarf moves away, and now my spear continues to wreak havoc on the dwarves organs and limbs. All blows directed towards me are either parried or dodged. After a short while, it appears that the dwarves have no other soldiers besides these two, and they are quite literally being torn apart.
That is until a bolt from the blue comes in and kills one of my men. The pike dwarf then is quickly dispensed, and a new dwarf appears, ready to join the fray. More arrows now fly into the clearing, and the swords dwarf must be quickly finished before their arrows and bolt can wreak too much havoc on us. A lasher comes to us in a fit of fury and stabs my spear through his head. I watched his crumpled body collapse to the ground.
Now I go back to the swords dwarf and stab off his hand. After the long beating, the swords dwarf must have only wanted relief, and now that it is dead, it has gotten its wish. Now I go towards our man who is facing against two dwarves. One of them is the commander, and he is like me, a spear warrior, and also of much skill. He is human despite his dwarven allies and is now fighting a 3 v 1 battle against one of my number. In a fit of rage, I charge into the battle.
The commander jumps back, and this means my spear arm gets to have a little fun. In fact, it is now my sword arm, as I switch weapons from the spear to sword. The spear dwarf is struck down, and now I move onto the commander, but he is well trained and able to block many of my blows. More dwarves come into the fight, but now we are just destroying them, and they aren’t able to do much, and are being hacked apart.
Now, seeing a lucky blow, my spear goes throw the human commander’s skull, killing him instantly. Now I go to the other dwarves, but see the crossbow dwarfs, and go to them instead. Now, wielding my sword to almost as great an effect as my spear, I slice of the bow dwarf’s right arm, and it falls limp to the ground. My next blow kills, and there are only a few dwarves left. I one hit kill the crossbow dwarf, and then go to the remaining mace dwarf.
My companions kill him before I can reach him though, and I scour the battlefield for items, as is customary. Just then, a few more dwarves appear from nowhere. I slay one with a slice that severed a hammer dwarf in half, then go to the rest of the remnant.
My mission complete, I now set off for the fortress once more, hoping for an interesting mission this time.
THE VANQUISHING OF MINOR EVIL
13th Moonstone 505
Now that I am refreshed, my companions and I begin the long hike back to the fortress, and hopefully to a real mission. Instead, a goblin force ambushes me. As they took us by surprise, our sentry must have fallen asleep, because we are being torn apart.
A deathly blow from my hand shatters the goblin’s skull, killing it. Now that we have killed a couple goblins, the situation is back under control. Two swordsmen are teaming up on a goblin bowman, and I join them. After being hacked with both of my weapons sticking in the goblin, the deathblow is finally struck, and the goblin joins the legions of the dead.
The battle is now over, and I begin to assess the damage we have taken. It seems that we lost four companions. Today, I mourn their loss. As such, I decide to burn the trees of this foul zone of death. Even though this shall hurt me, I am sure the ancestors incased in these trees wish not to have so much death lingering around them, and as such they shall be spared from their misery.
The journey afterwards is not at all perilous, and it is completed. However, when I reach the fortress, I notice that yet another two of my companions have mysteriously disappeared. I have no time to mourn them, but I suspect the goblins that ambushed me are behind it.
Now, though, the lawgiver of the fortress in which I have based myself is about to give me a quest, a real quest. This shall be my opportunity to smite the greater forces of evil, and be able to defeat it once, and put an end to this terror.
He says that I must kill Olith Throwerstable the HUMAN BANDIT! Bah, how ignorant. Is that really a worthy task for someone as I, a great warrior? I go forth to the quest anyway, but first I must recruit many new soldiers. After many new recruits join my band, Olith must die. I shall be the warrior of greatest renown!
But first, we relieve ourselves of our drowsiness, and then move out with the camp only a short walk from our fortress. Well, technically, it’s not ours, but I believe we can call it that now that we have done so much.
The camp is in sight, and I do say, it is the largest camp I have seen in all my life. I count eight humans, and that is not even inside the camp yet. With a yell, I charge into their camp, determined to vanquish this evil that fate has presented me with.
The arrows fly from their bows, as do the blows from my weapons. Now I slash the nearest human, and his arm is cut off. After a few more blows are exchanged, I receive my first blow in a long line. It is though, quite literally just a scratch.
The battles start a huge exchange of blows, but most in our favor. Now after fighting the swordsman, I change opponents to a mace man charging at me. The mace man lasts about as long as most, about two strikes before being skewered on my spear. Bah, and they hope to oppose us! It would be better for them to hope to live.
But alas, even that minor hope is not to be. My sword shatters skulls, and my spear pierces them. I am the bane of evil, arc of destruction, killer of death, and the destroyer of lives. This is all in the name of preserving good, though. Not once when growing up in Thala Forile did I think my life would be like this. I have killed seventeen in my quest for good, and there is no doubt there shall be more. After chasing down the final human, I return to the camp to search for goods.
Ah… Once more, the dead servants of evil lie before me. My quest is a success. Now I run back to the fortress, hoping for a real mission. “Do they not realize that I am the killer of evil?” I thought. “Not some mercenary for hire. I will show them one day, I will.”
At the fortress, I receive the quest to strike down a faint shade. Sighing, I accept the quest. Those ignorant fools!
SHADESLAYER
14th Moonstone 505
At first dawn my party starts to move out. We are going to the faint shade, and then were told to obtain a mission from a certain Aquos. In about a half-day we reach the shade’s layer.
Inside the creature’s layer, before I had a chance to inspect it the shade introduces itself, naming all its kills. While I am tempted to respond in kind, I hold my tongue, and let loose with my spear.
In the fight that ensues, it is able to land two blows on me. I now see I was foolish to call it weak. This is the mission I was made for! I cannot fail now! I launch a few of my own blows, as do my companions, but they all miss. That is until I swing my sword in an arc of destruction, cutting the fell beast in half!
The beast cave lasts for a while, and I discover all of the victims the shade spoke of. An elf! An elf! A dead elf! Anger boiled up inside me. I hadn’t known that there was an elven victim. We are the epitome of death, slayers of evil. I think there be only a few more missions before I can move on to the next area of evil.
Today I rest in a new fortress; ready to accept all the missions this area can come up with for me. I shall sleep till dawn in this fortress, and then go accept my new quest and recruits. I meet Aquos, and he beckons me saying “A’Sitari, Shade slayer!”
Then, he assigned me to kill the vile horror. Ha-ha, another true servant of night! This one shall be dead, just as the shade. My band now number 16, and there is doubt anyone can defeat us in battle.
On my way down to the horror’s layer, I notice an eleven retreat. That will be my next stop after I kill the vile horror. This one too has killed an elf. This beast shall be in excruciating pain before I let it die. It shall feel pain, and slowly bleed to death. See how it likes it!
But no, I fear this could be my end. Both of my hands are defeat, so I move to kicking the monster. It ends up retreating after some hard blows from my companions, and I get the confidence to rest, and my hand is healed. With my equipment back in my hands, I go back to the Horror. I do not find it, and scoured the hills for it. Fearing I have just unleashed that Horror onto the lands, I turn back to think out a plan. As the cave grows closer, I noticed a distinctly non-human corpse. It is it!
Sighing, I conclude it must’ve bled to death while I slept.
THE AMBUSH SERIES
Now I journey away to the fortress for yet another beast to slay.
The rearguard cries out “Ambush” as we go past a certain forest. Inside the forest comes a shout “Shlofogojrarbus brifisarus.” This is a recognizably kobold phrase, and kobolds are never friendly. While none are seen out in the clear, it is sure they are lurking in the snow laden forest around my part.
My archer catches sight of one and loses an arrow into the creature’s chest. Over to my right, my swordsmen find another to practice upon. In the distance northward, another kobold is making its way towards us. The swordsmen go to work with their swords, slicing the kobolds. However, I disapprove of their targets, as most of them are attacking the enemies’ toes.
Already, the kobolds’ bodies littered the ground, as did the numerous spilling of blood. I leave the group for a short while to chase a bowman. I slash him, and then spot a swordsman coming around my rear, hoping for a surprise attack. I skirt away from the danger, and the bow kobold bleeds to death. Right after they are all defeated, I decide to make camp, and heal the wounded.
During our rest, about 17 kobolds come back to ambush us again, and we take major damage. Although many of us are sliced by kobold blades, we end up coming about and soon kill a small number of the kobolds. Though vexing as they were very agile and could dodge many a blow. I kill a kobold with a quick stab, then move on to help a swordsman that is being attacked by 4 kobolds. My sword and spear spin in a flurry of blows around me as we defeat the kobolds.
With both my sword and spear stuck in a target, it is downed and I take the opportunity to bash its head in with my shield, killing it. Another kobold lay on the ground next to me, this one’s head I take off. The battle rages on with many severing and light wounds. Some of them come from the kobold forces, but most are from my own. I find an opportunistic blow to a kobold’s lower body, and slash it open with my sword.
Despite my best efforts, one of my swordsmen is being cut apart by three kobolds. My sword is lodged in the spine of a kobold, and I continue with my spear. My spear also sticks in the wound, so I pull my sword out. I slice an artery and my sword once more sticks in the wound. One of my swordsmen bleeds to death, and another is being surrounded by the buggers. One of them runs away and I spear the other through the head.
Another one of my soldiers bleeds to death. We suffer other minor wounds from their assault, but mostly are winning, and about half of their number dead. Another kobold was struck down in our conquest, while a group of them appears to be lurking in the background, waiting for the right time to strike. Another kobold falls to my relentless assault and is cut in half with a swift blow from my sword.
My sword the slices through nervous tissue and the kobold literally loses his senses. The kobold is quickly finished after that, and I move on. The visible remaining number of kobolds is only seven. A few more blows find their way to my companions, but most are deflected by armour, the rest being minor. A kobold is knocked down by a quickly blow to its lower body, and I slash it open. I smite its head and the body collapses limp to the ground.
I move on to my next enemy, and the situation is now under control. Most all of the kobolds are defeated now, and we now travel to the fortress for a safe rest. As we walk, I feel uneasy, and refuse to relinquish my weapons. Only now do I notice that the sun is almost completely down, and that the battle must’ve taken nearly all day.
The first thing I do inside the fortress is sleep off all the days battles.
19 MoonStone 505
I wake up and then immediately fall back asleep. My companions manage to wake me inside the hour however, and I continue on with my journey.
Now I take stock of my possessions which are as following:
Rope Reed Fiber Clothing
3 Block of Ice
5 Servings of Lungfish
A decorated Spiny Dogfish leather bag
2 Copper Meat Cleavers
A Large Sardonyx
A Valuable Large Punk Tourmaline
11 Gold Coins
8 Silver Coins
55 Copper Coins
2 Copper Carving Knifes
A Blue Shark Leather Bag
A Saguaro Rib Shield
A Large Copper Dagger
A Large Bandfire Opal
A Pine Crutch
A Large Jelly Opal
A Copper Boning Knife
A Bronze Bow
A Mango Wood Spear
A Donkey Leather Quiver
30 Bronze Arrows
A Willow Helm
A Muskox Leather BackPack
My next stop will be to a town to sell off my things for a more efficient bundle of coins. Now, during my quest I have slain Twenty-Seven EvilDoers. My Companions number 11 and I must gather more, and then go find a man/lady by the name of SellRose.
With the news reported, I move on to a new fortress, as this one has run out of recruits.
On my way to the new fortress, I am ambushed by a party of goblins. Though only four show their slimy faces, my senses tell me more are hidden.
Quickly working, I send a goblin to its death. My companions are able to parry the blows of the goblins, though the goblins are not so lucky. One goblin mace man is doing very well in the fight, despite being cornered by me and two swordsmen.
I knew it! Just below the terrace I was on are at least 18 more goblins. Three more goblins fall in just three blows from me. In the distance I notice another bowman corned. I charge over to help him, but are blocked by a goblin bowman. After an exchange with a goblin bowman blocking my way, the body falls to reveal I was too late in my rescue attempt.
Two goblins engage me and I gladly accept their challenge. We keep fighting and neither one seems to gain the upper hand as the goblins are armoured. Obviously though, I kill them and move on to the last pocket of goblin resistance. We are able to end them without an issue, and resume our travel.
Once the sea is in sight, I decide to rest, knowing the fortress I seek is nearby. Unfortunately, my navigator informs me that we will need to travel around the entire sea to get there, and as such I change my mind. Instead, we go to a nearby town to exchange our goods for money. Now that I have money instead of so many goods, I go to buy a bronze long sword.
In the store, however, I notice an iron long sword, and decide to buy it instead. The sword itself costs only 10 royals, but I give him all my money as thanks. Now I go to the nearest elven retreat so I can find some real elves. Oh, it seems so long since I have met one.
I sigh. Not more distractions. A pack of wolves is attempting to kill us, and so we quickly slay them.
THE GOBLIN ARMY
At the retreat everybody seems to be dead, and no bodies are there, so I move on to search the vicinity, and a another goblin army is present, but this one seems to be severely depleted. After nearly a day more of battles, I move on to the old fortress I used to be at. The law-giver there asks me to slay a hydra. A might hydra. One that has likely been around longer than I. I gladly accept and move to gather support for the upcoming battle.
I look around and see that none of my companions are with me. How peculiar. With my companions number restored, we rest, the move on the hydra layer. The layer is nearly two days, away, and my navigator tells me it is behind mountains, and will take even longer. The first day’s hike complete and uneventful we sleep till daybreak.
By Avafi he was right! It is already the second day, and we now need to travel around mountains. This might even turn into a weeklong trek. I awake to an unwelcome surprise. A huge goblin force has ambushed us, and I fear this time it may be my last day.
We are being torn apart by the goblins, and there is not much I can do. While I try to kill some of the goblins, these are very fast, and as such are difficult to hit. As the battle rages on, it appears we are on the losing side, and that they are far more difficult to kill than I anticipated. Even with a strong spear to the head, they are not dead, though heavily bleeding. As we are being defeated, the goblin commander finally shows his ugly face, and declares us his property.
I will not stand for this transgression, and so begin my attack doubly as a hard. Soon, I am surrounded by 14 un-harmed well armoured an well-train goblins. I manage to kill one and block at least 50 blows to myself. But now, I am dead. An unnamed goblins swordsmen had slash me through my head, and through all of my protection. Now I now the emptiness of death. The sadness of being extinguished.
I AM ALIVE again, brought back to a living tree. A towering redwood in the very center of the Thala Forile.
The High Priestess now resides within me, and it is by her power that my tale, and those of my comrades, have been written. Only after much persuasion have I presented this information, and the reason for my hesitation, I do not know. But, now you have been told.
“Veni, vidi, victus”
-Kytuzian (adapted from Gaius Julius Caesar)
SIDE NOTE:
I never actually got the iron sword, forgot to pick it up. Whoops.
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