Tarilic could run no more or he would risk getting lost out here in the vast endless plains around the road. In the distance to the south was Mount Frostbeard, and to the north the Goldenanvil mountain range. Both were so huge as to be useless landmarks, all he could be sure of was that he was somewhere in between them. To go further he would risk losing the wagon’s exact location, and he knew he had to deal with these two dwarves chasing him so he could assist Dod and Seed if they were having trouble.
The elf stopped running and began to prepare an ambush for the two dwarves tracking him. It would not do to waste any more of his beautiful hand crafted arrows on these louts who obviously had no idea what they were dealing with. Instead Tarilic sung to a vine hanging on one of the few nearby tears. It was a vile thing to see, thick with thorns sharp enough to pierce a man’s skin deeply. The elf’s sweet song was enough to coax nature itself to his will, turning this vine into a powerful whip. A gentle tug was all it took to free the vine from its tree, its thorns falling off where the elf intended to hold it just before his flesh made contact. With his new weapon in hand the elf hid directly behind the tree, his thin body more than hidden by the gnarled trunk.
The first dwarf past the tree noticed the sudden lack of elf tracks just a second before the vine whip lashed across his visor. His helmet was more than enough protection for his head, but his visor slit did nothing to stop the cruel thorns from blinding him. The dwarf stumbled back in intense pain, his hands releasing his weapon and shield in order to vainly attempt to comfort his ruined eyes. Reversing his course Tarilic quickly spun round the other side of the tree, lashing out at the second dwarf.
Having seen what happened to his comrade this dwarf was prepared for the attack, holding his shield up just in time to absorb the blow. The dwarf could hardly feel the blow of the whip across his shield as he rushed forward with his stubby legs to close range on his enemy. Tarilic danced backwards as the dwarf came on, lashing again and again with his dangerous whip. Each time the dwarf was able to adjust his shield to protect himself from the blow, but each time the dwarf lost view of his enemy. Luckily every time he lowered the shield to reacquire him the elf was right where he was before, still backpedaling.
The dwarf knew that it was just a matter of time before he would close range on the elf. He only had to wait for the right moment to marry elf flesh with axe blade and this battle would be won, this wasn’t his first time killing an elf after all. Again the lash came, and again the dwarf blocked it. This time as he lowered his shield the elf was just plain gone! He quickly turned his head left and right trying to find him but it was much too late. When the dwarf had raised his shield this last time Tarilic suddenly slipped forward and behind the dwarf, keeping the shield between him and the dwarf’s line of vision.
The whip lashed out as the dwarf searched for his enemy, wrapping around his stubby legs at the knee causing the dwarf to fall forward instantly. He could not stop himself with his hands full and it was all he could do to throw his axe clear before he landed on the blade himself. Quickly Tarilic mounted the dwarf, using one swift kick to knock the prone dwarf’s helmet free from his head. They struggled as Tarilic wrapped the vine around the dwarf’s neck, those wicked thorns digging deep into his flesh with every movement back and forth. In short order the dwarf went limp, unable to overpower those powerful Elvin muscles. Arms that could pull back an Elvin bow proved stronger than those who’d spent a life time holding up axe and shield.
With a pant the elf released the vine whip which instantly turned back into a common vine which would have broken were it put under such stress. Tarilic returned the way he came, when he noticed the other dwarven warrior rolling around on the ground screaming. It was not the screaming that caught his attention, it was the jingle of keys that did it. With a grin the elf plucked the pair of keys from the dwarf’s belt and went on his merry way, leaving the dwarf to suffer and perhaps survive.
By the time Tarilic returned to the wagon Dod and Seed had already freed the brothers and thrown the cages over board. Tarilic saw them first, and could see the worried look on their faces as they looked westward in his direction. He could tell they were distressed about him, and that fact touched his heart deeply. He had joined these fine dwarves out of a sense of duty, but ended up becoming their dear friend in the years that followed the war with the Baltrog’s goblin hordes. He was sad that Tindel could not be with them, but he certainly understood the dwarf’s position. Tarilic tossed the useless keys in the dirt as he waves his hands above his head in signal to his friends.
“Aye der elfie, dats the second time yus saved us dwarfs!” Baillick was rubbing his wrists and his neck, recently freed from iron shackles and collar that were much too small. Tarilic only smiled as he hopped onto the wagon and kicked the dead crossbow dwarf off the east side. The dwarves settled down in the back of the cart now that there was plenty of room for them. With the elf at the reigns the mules finally decided to move forward and the five rode off into parts unknown.