Goldenhold
Chapter 31: Temporary Truce
The guard quickly formed into a line, terrified of what lay ahead of them. They didn’t know what was going on, only that their deaths awaited them. Only three deep against a horde of thousands, it was certain death.
Amud was at the front lines this time, blood pouring from his arm and splashing onto the ground. The pile of blood and bodies started to flow into the hallway after the gate opened, bringing in the dead. Some flies had made it underground, and by the beach entrance the crows devoured the corpses of the parted.
More bodies joined the blood flow. Even though the guards must have killed ten each before expiring, the goblins were constantly refilling. It was a limited force of elites against an endless horde of regulars. The inevitable happened after ten minutes.
Amud’s army sprinted through the blood and bodies, and towards the Baron’s hall. All the traffic in the fortress joined right after it, and Amud could smell victory in the form of dwarvern flesh.
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He heard human screams from behind his forces after a few minutes of running. Turning around, he saw the back of his army being slaughtered by Zeon’s forces. He couldn’t help to try and face palm. After realizing his arm had been cut off, and his other had a sword in it, he gave up with that attempt. It was pointless.
The goblin didn’t know, but Kyle had managed to un-flood the chamber, open the gate, and let the bulk of the army in. Both Zandria and Zeon complained that he took too long, which he apologized for. That only resulted in Zeon yelling at him again, and Zandria giving him a sympathetic hug and then a slap across the face. She had yelled, “DONT TAKE SO LONG NEXT TIME!” Kyle wasn’t sure who was more terrifying.
But that didn’t matter to the commander at the moment. Zeon had a big enough army that it could pose a threat.... “FASTER! RUN FASTER!” He heard the enemy general echo those words in return, and Ikled cursed. While running, Ikled yelled, “Why are you killing me! Let’s get the dwarves first! Parley?”
He heard a yell back that sounded like, “OVER MY FATHER’S DEAD BODY YOU ASSHOLE!” Well that didn’t work. A cheer came from the human army, and they went faster than the goblins, stampeding over them. Amud would have heard the sound of bones crunching beneath those metal boots had the pools of blood and guts not muffled the screams of the dying.
“Well I’ll see you at the Baron’s courtroom, you white skinned yellow lunged bastard!”
That was only more insulting the general because it was true.
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Amud’s army stormed into the massive hall. They immediatly shuffled to the left, and they couldn’t help but look up and around. Even the goblins couldn’t help but look around.
Zeon’s army shuffled to the right. Amud noticed that the humans were doing the same thing, starring around the halls.
Both armies noticed the wonder of these halls. The halls were of the gods, six massive columns of pure sapphire were evenly spaced along the edges, holding the emerald ceiling up, reflecting light off of those gems and off the walls of pure gold, seeming brighter than the sun. Several of the soldiers walked up to the walls, staring at the pictures that were engraved in them. There was scenes of caravans and founding. However, looking at the massive obsidian door at the end, it was obvious that even a half mile high ceiling and a mile long courtroom was just long enough to display the history behind the founding.
It was impossible for either of the two invaders to comprehend the idea that over two miles squared of engravings was just enough for the founding. Zeon took steps forward on-top of the silver floor, leaning against one of the gigantic sapphire columns. He looked through it, noticing that lava was pouring through the middle of it, making the sapphires glow, along with the rest of the hall.
Two opposite silver staircases to the sides of the gate that lead into the fortress had an adamantine throne at the top, sitting on a platform that rested over the door.
“You said this was the BARON’S hall?”
“Of course it is you idiot. This is nothing compared to the hall of the king!”
Zeon’s mouth watered with the thought of the wealth.
Amud’s mouth watered with the thought of dwarvern blood.
The dragon’s flame watered with the thought of hunger.
Both armies looked out at the gate, seeing a massive dragon running down the hallway and into the courtroom.
The ornate obsidian gate pounded closed behind it, sounds of mechanisms heard closing behind it, echoing through the halls. The dragon jumping into the center of the hall.
“TEMPORARY TRUCE?”
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Topic: The Age of Myth: Goldenhold (A DF Novel Length Story) (Read 115833 times)