Reaching the capital of Fraganceled, which was reportedly a delightfully smelling capital to the Elves (it just smelled like Elf to Cog), Cog climbed his way up a stout-feeling and large-seeming tree with his entourage of swordselves, which must have been a sight to see for all the bemused, stunned and concerned elves watching. The Elves were led by Queen Lebeyu Adoredsummit, one of the first Elves to have ever existed. According to the histories provided by Clerk Dipane, no one knew how old Queen Lebeyu was, nor how long she had reigned - she was one of the first Elves known to have existed and the Riddled Tress have never known any other Queen except Lebeyu. Courteous in the utmost, Cog and Lebeyu talked for ages warmly, exchanging stories about their lives and travails. It was astounding talking to this ancient Queen detailing the lives of her family in the isle where no one dies, whilst Cog in turn exchanged stories about slaughter, sacrifice and survival from the humid horrors of the south.
Queen Lebeyu seemed to formulate an idea in her regal mind. Looking at this scar-ridden, muscle-laden, coconut-strapped, hammer-wielding, tattered-cloth wearing, skull-collecting, Ogre-slaying, ocean-crossing, wilderness-braver, badger-butcherer, body-burier drink-drinker of a Dwarven adventurer, she brought up a certain issue she'd been dealing with for 982 years. For 982 years the Cyclops known as Zaneg had been at war with the Riddled Tress, making his home in a cave in the southeast of the island, not too far outside the outskirts of the Elfopolis. This Queen of unchallenged rule was nevertheless challenged by the existence of the mighty Cyclops Zaneg, who brazenly lived a day's walk from the Elven capital, occasionally launching devastating assaults upon Elvenkind. Zaneg was associated with thunder, strength, minerals, longevity, lightning and light - a verifiable accursed demigod in his own right, undefeated and uninjured over a thousand years of warfare with the civilised races, with over a 128 kills attributed to his name.
With three eager swordselves by his side and all of Elfkind watching Cog - he knew he had to make his fist impression count, if he was to put in a good image for all the Dwarves back home.
'That Cyclops is dead meat, I promise you,' Cog declared to the Elves.
The Elves cheered tremendously from tree to tree, salivating over the prospect of roast Cyclops meat, taking Cog's declaration rather literally. A short drop down the Queen's tree and Cog was marching along with his retinue to go kill that Cyclops - and he said he'd do it for free.
'Cog, the cave is that way,' Narena said.
'I know where I'm going,' Cog said, going the wrong way. Eventually he did a 150* turn and found the cave entrance, creeping down, listening in curiously at the sound of battle going on. 'How big is the Cyclops?' Cog asked.
'It's about 120, maybe 125 times larger than you?' Liyiyi told the Dwarf. Its scraggly faced contorted into a wicked smile.
'So it's a small Cyclops then. This should be easy.'
As the warparty snuck up on the Cyclops, they observed Zaneg bragging about the long list of warriors who had fallen in battle against it. Cog had to admit; it was a respectable, lengthy list seemingly without end. The general effect this had upon the Gorlak being beaten up by the Cyclops was to make it flee in terror to its other Gorlak allies, who in turn fled directly into Cog and the Swordselves.
The Gorlaks were despatched with ease, though they were never the primary attention of our hostility to begin with. The Cyclops Zaneg turned its hateful eye towards the invaders in its lair with a mix of anger and amusement as the Elves hacked their way through Gorlaks to try and slay the #1 Elf-slayer in the island.
The Gorlaks ran away, Cog overheard one of the Gorlaks speaking to a pet rat about his mighty battle against Cog Dentedpages. Truly, Cog's reputation would spread even through the underground world now.
With the Gorlaks mostly out of the way, the Cyclops was free to charge into the Elven forces - that was when Zaneg noticed the peculiar figure with them. It was shorter, stockier, angrier and it carried a curious silver weapon instead of a wooden one. Zaneg recognised it - he'd seen humans, goblins and dwarves before, and he knew a dwarf when he smelt one.
The Cyclops lunged clumsily, powerful arms missing their intended target. The Elves poked it with their wooden swords whilst Cog rushed in close, taking a swing at the Cyclop's right leg with a powerful strike. Zaneg's leg broke, toppling the Cyclops painfully onto the ground. Enraged, the Cyclops continued to boast of all the people it had killed and how Cog and the insignificant Elves would all soon join the list. Whilst the Cyclops boasted and did its best to swat the Elves and Dwarf away, Cog clambered up towards Zaneg's head.
Staring face to face with the Blind, Drunk Dwarf, the Elf-killer Cyclops Zaneg managed to utter his last words before Cog gouged out Zaneg's sole eye.
'I am the foe of Zaneg Controlinks the Yell of Rocks, whom I buried alive under a mountain of hatred!
Cog shouted in triumph a fell roar, causing the three Elves to shirk slightly at the sight of the blood-soaked Dwarf. This would surely be a tale remembered and retold by the Elves for a very long time, as they watched the Dwarf repeatedly smash the dying Cyclops in the head with his silver warhammer.
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