DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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The scout had run all the way back to the Thirel post, despite of his muscles cramping to the point they were on a brink of completely seizing. He was
of a smaller frame, slight and nimble, using it fully to his advantage in his
day to day assignments. Scout was wearing a light, leather armor, made
specifically for him. Several daggers were strapped onto his belt. A long bow
was hoisted over his left shoulder, diagonally intersecting with the quiver
hanging from his right.
It was of
utmost importance to deliver his findings straight to the captain, and deliver
it fast. He ignored numerous questions from soldiers, as he stormed towards the
commander's barrack. A central building of the fort. In a large, slightly
dimmed meeting room, nervously walked captain Thorin Lutir. It looked as if he
jumped a little, seeing his scout.
“I’ve been
waiting for you to come back, Gelian.” Thorin said “We’ve lost the caravan, and
some poor souls from Gollvin.”
“Yes
captain, terrible ordeal…” scout fought to catch a breath “And I can’t thank
enough to my damn luck, stumbling upon them in the middle of nowhere.”
“What?!
Who? Speak out boy!”
“It was
the goblins. A large war party of goblins.” Gelian said “Last time I saw them,
they were traveling southeast, towards the hills of Nual-Deu.”
“Goblins?!
Goblins attacked the caravan?!” Thorin sounded shocked “What possessed them to
do such a thing?”
“I’m not
sure, but from what I saw, it sure looked deliberate. They’ve targeted the
miners to steal their shipment.”
“I feared
something like this would happen, but I expected it from the orcs.” Thorin
nodded “Nevertheless, we’ll deal with it the same.”
“Just us?”
“No, our
friends from the south need to get involved.”
“And
Gollvin?”
“I expect
their response any day now.”
“It will
be the first, seeing all of us working together.” Gelian let out a smile.
“We can
only hope.” Captain Lutir waved his hand “Go get some rest boy, you deserve it.
And send for a couple of couriers, on your way out.”
Gelian
needn’t to hear it twice, in all of this happening, he felt tired long before
he ever set on his way back to the fort. And now, once he delivered his
findings, he only had enough energy to walk to the nearest barrack, and crawl
into the nearest bed. He was asleep, before his head even touched the pillow. At
the same time, two young trainees left the Thirel post, carrying Thorin’s
messages for councilmen of Vallsynk and Issurk.
These two
coastal cities on the shores of Kabial lake, were responsible for the
functioning of this outpost at the river Thirel. But the towns haven’t
seen eye to eye in a very long time. Although not caring much for political
circumstances, Thorin was sure that without the positive reactions from both of
those towns, any military undertaking would seem extremely difficult, and could
deepen the tensions even more. Prospect of tiptoeing around and about the
matter disgusted him, but he knew he’d be forced to do it. With the frown now
permanently attached on his face, he circled the lookouts, before deciding to
head towards his barrack. Only thing for him now was to wait. And being so, why
not wait while sleeping?
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