DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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Moorg closed the hidden door behind him, hastily lighting the torch. Flame licked the roof of
this roughly carved, narrow passageway, revealing the marks of some sharp tool used to dig the way through. This escape route was meant for kings,
in the case of a city siege. And so far, it worked well. Tunnel ended after just
thirty yards. forcing goblin to stop. Underneath him was a rather deep, and
dark chasm. Silent, almost inaudible purl of water, came from the deep abyss.
Moorg pulled the rope, tied to the couple of hooks, driven in the cliff above
him. Once he was satisfied with the tightness of the knots, goblin stepped over
the edge, dropping the torch.
Light was
disappearing fast, until it was just a dot in the distance. It helped him
understand how deep the drop is. Torch was falling for half a minute, before it
hit the ground, extinguishing itself in a blast of hundreds of sparks. Left in
a complete and utter darkness, Moorg carefully started this dangerous descent.
Tight rope made deep incisions in his palms, as goblin advanced slowly
downwards. And he certainly wouldn’t dare to go any faster, risking the fall.
About
twenty minutes later, Moorg finally reached the bottom. Sweet scent of water
tickled his nostrils. To the left of him, a narrow path continued, for about
fifty yards, ending in a flimsy and small, wooden dock. Goblin almost cheered,
as he spotted a couple of canoes tied to it. Moorg jumped in one of them,
casting off immediately, pushing away from the slip with his leg. In a couple
of hard strokes, he set himself down this calm, underground river.
Twenty odd
minutes later, he saw the daylight, as he reached the cave exit. Moorg
stretched, placing the largest bag under his head. It felt comfortable, like
any bed he slept in before. He closed his eyes, letting the stream current take
his canoe. He was about two or three hours away from the river delta, leading
into the lake Kabial. And the goblin king had clear intentions to rest all the
way down. Slight breeze and pleasant smell of surrounding vegetation, soon
enough put the goblin to sleep. Moorg didn’t care much about what happened
in his city, he was thinking of the path his father’s spiritual vision
had set him on. Relaxed, the goblin king never noticed the threatening shadow stalking him from the bank, ever since he came out of the cave.
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