Swamp of Death - Chapter 65

 DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH

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CHAPTER 65

 

 

Xavnier managed to slip unnoticed from his mansion, knowing he would still have to deal with the crowd gathered around the main city square. He was welcomed by a rather loud shouts, and some quite hostile ones. Despite them being expected, they worried halfling. Cordon of soldiers ensured Xavnier a safe passage to the city palace. He was showered in questions, as soon as he approached close enough to the surrounding townsfolk. But he couldn’t understand a single one. Indistinct, loud noises were far too bungled.

Strong, southern winds brought the rainy clouds from Kabial. Flags in front of the council's palace were already lowered to a half-mast. Carried by the occasional gusts, flags fluttered beautifully, in a stark contrast of the dismal, bleak symbolism they represented. Xavnier was feeling a bit relieved, as he reached the massive, polished stairs in front of the palace without any incident.

This three story building was perhaps the most beautiful one in the entire town. Bright, white facade certainly stood out from the rest. The town was spending a significant amount of resources every year on its maintenance. Massive, black, double doors, decorated on both sides with white columns, led into a wide, spacious hall. Majestic, double staircase, was rising to the second floor, stretching into a gallery, surrounding the room. Huge, crystal chandelier, hung from the high ceiling, light the entire hall with its hundred, slow burning candles. Dozens of oil paintings decorated the walls. Floor of the room was covered in polished, lacquered wood. Long, bright red curtains were hanging on both sides of the windows. Room was spotless, which wasn’t surprising at all, seeing a couple of butlers were taking care of it on a daily basis.

Commotion suddenly stopped. Xavnier turned around, just in time to see the arrival of the Issurk officials. At the head of the procession, rode lady Eilonna Falkner. With the help from one of the soldiers, she dismounted her magnificent, noble, white stallion, with ease and grace. In a couple of light steps, councilor Falkner approached the halfling, taking his hand gently.

“My deepest condolences.” Eilonna said, so the others could hear her “Issurk is ready to help, in these, for all of us difficult moments.”

“Thank you, milady. This means a lot to us.” Xavnier retorted.

Halfling let the councilor Falkner pass by, entering the hall of the palace right behind her. They went up the stairs, and all around the gallery, towards the glass pane doors, leading onto a large balcony. Small, wooden podium was built in the middle of it, right beside the rails. Xavnier stopped for a moment. Events that transpired in the last couple of days, finally caught up with him. Realization, he partake in the assassinations of his colleagues and friends, made him dazed. Feeling slight vertigo, halfling leaned against the wall.

“Are you alright?” Eilonna grabbed him under the arm.

Instead of an answer, Xavnier suddenly went down in a crouching position, holding his chest. Halfling’s heart was pounding quite fast and erratic. Cold beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, at the exact same time, as the wave of nausea made him vomit.

“Do you want me to call for some help?” Eilonna asked.

“N…no, I’ll be fine.” color was returning in the halfling’s cheeks “Just a second…it is passing.”

“Understandable, regarding the circumstances.” Eilonna patted his shoulder “Come now. Show these people, you are fit to lead.”

Small, wooden podium, erected against the fence, was fitting halfling’s small frame. Otherwise, no one would be able to see him. Square in front of the palace was completely filled. By the time Xavnier exited onto the balcony, almost everyone from Vallsynk was here. Perfect opportunity for halfling, to leave the impressions on these fine townsfolk. At least that was the plan, to begin with.

“This day will forever be remembered, as one of the darkest, in the history of our beautiful town.” Xavnier began his speech, somewhat shyly, “Fire, which completely destroyed the building of the merchant’s guild, took the lives of councilors Slynan Panmorn and Aesedair Fletcher.”

Halfling sighed silently, looking down. New wave of frailty made him stop for a second.

“You can’t afford showing any weakness.” Eilonna whispered, standing by the door frame behind halfling “People need to see you as a brave and capable leader.”

“In this tragic accident, we lost the great leaders. It is true, you know, when they say that deeds speak more than any words. Under councilor’s wise guidance, Vallsynk grew and developed into a town that we know and live in. Legacy they left behind, can only honor the memories of them.” Xavnier stopped for a second or two “Therefore, I sense it is my privilege to continue their splendid work. To turn their visions into a reality. To make Vallsynk even greater.”

Lack of any reaction, was clear enough sign for halfling, that people did not have a positive opinion about him. He did know, for a long time now, of the jibes and ridicule, aimed at him and his eccentric lifestyle. On any other day, Xavnier would probably just shrug it off. But this new development made him start thinking about his image and reputation. He was determined to show he is capable, or people will never back him up.

“Therefore, I am pleading to all of you for help.” Xavnier said “Only together, we can overcome such a horrible tragedy.”

“How did councilors die?!” one loud voice came from the crowd.

“Were they killed?!” halfling heard another “Where is Zaanven?!”

“Is the elf responsible for the fire?!” people were restless.

Xavnier was hoping he would avoid such delicate questions. He never had a chance, nor time, to agree on the story with councilor Falkner. Ever growing stir and commotion among the townsfolk, threatened to spread all over the square. People wanted answers. Halfling had to please their curiosity, and fast.

“Calm down, please!” Xavnier cried “For now, everything points to an accident. But, the suspicious disappearance of councilor Zaanven, is a strange thing to say at least.”

Absolute hush pleased the halfling. People were listening to him.

“Refrain yourselves from any and all rumors. Investigation I ordered first thing this morning will quite soon eliminate any doubts, regarding last night tragedy.” Xavnier said in a reassuring manner “We need to remain civilized and dignified in this difficult week ahead of us, so we can mourn our loss. That is it for now, thank you all very much.”

Halfling immediately walked from the podium. In just a few steps, he was back inside the palace. He ran down the hallway, and to the left. And would probably tumble down the stairs, if it weren’t for Eilonna, grabbing his arm.

“Take it easy my friend. Who are you running from?”

Xavnier did not respond. It seemed as if he couldn’t see her, or hear her. He looked petrified. Twitching and twisting, halfling tried to escape from Eilonna’s grip. He wanted to hide from everybody. This was a completely new experience for him. For the first time, Xavnier addressed this many people. Usually, other councilor’s were the ones holding the speeches. Halfling was glad and relieved to let them. But now, he came to realize, it would all fall onto him. And it frightened him, to say the least.

Self-centered, eccentric above all, halfling was a complete opposite of what his new position demanded out of him. Except for the small circle he mingled with, Xavnier avoided socializing. He kept away from gatherings, dinners, parades and celebrations. But this unfortunate distancing from the others, now seemed to be a serious problem. Halfling had to change his ways overnight. Otherwise, he would never be accepted as a leader of this town. Lady Falkner promised him help with that. It was urgent to speak with her, as soon as possible.

“Will you calm yourself?” councilor Falkner finally got to him.

“Ah, there you are, milady.” Xavnier said, as if he was awakening from the dream “I looked for you everywhere. We have to talk about our arrangements.”

“Silly halfling. I was standing beside you this entire time.” Eilonna laughed wholeheartedly “Come, let’s go sit in the lounge room.”

Swamp of Death - Chapter 64

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CHAPTER 64

 

 

Phall turned promptly towards the goblin. His face was again giving away that same deranged look, which Moorg saw when they met for the first time. Orc's entire body started to uncontrollably shake, from this overwhelming excitement. He gnashed his teeth, as the yellow foam formed, in the corners of his mouth. Moorg immediately understood why. Phall had chosen him. Goblin was meant to be his next sacrifice. His next victim.

Frenzied out from this thrilling prospect, Phall charged at Moorg. In another burst of rage, the orc grabbed him by the neck. He lifted the goblin with next to no effort, throwing him towards the altar. Heavy impact against the hard, stone surface, knocked the wind out of the goblin's lungs. But he wasn’t staying down, jumping to his feet in an instant. Moorg looked at the orc straight in his eyes with spite, wittingly provoking a reaction out of him. He was counting, the orc will take charge again at him. But this time, Moorg would be ready. He felt the ropes around his wrists loosening up.

Phall seemed overly enthusiastic, seeing the goblin's defiance. It never happened before. Sacrificial items never before showed this much courage, in the face of certain demise. All of the others would by now lose their hope. All of the others would by now surrender. It will be an absolute pleasure, offering this goblin to the dark spirits of the deep. But first, he was going to teach him a lesson. A lesson in obedience and fear.

Orc suddenly lunged forward. Drawing his daggers out, he aimed at Moorg’s neck. Bloodlust grew beyond bearable. Blinded by the sweet sense of thrill and arousal, Phall did not notice the moment when goblin freed his hands. Orc was quite close now, he could hear the goblin’s heartbeats, thumping ever so fast. Just a couple of steps now.

Phall stopped in his tracks. Sharp pain surged through the orc’s entire body, as he barely managed to stay on his feet. Stream of blood burst out of his mouth, drowning him. Phall tried to draw a breath, but something seemed to hamper him. Confused, the orc still did not realize why he was feeling this pain. Until he touched the tip of a short spear, protruding out of his chest. Someone dared to attack him from behind. Phall turned around, spotting the three unknown orcs approaching fast across the field.

But there was still more than half the length of the arena between them. Phall smiled thinking of a way to exact vengeance on these insolent newcomers. But, before he could, there was still a matter of dealing with the goblin before him. In a short, violent twist, he pulled the spear out, throwing it aside with the sense of loathing. Short pain subsided, as soon as Phall touched the wound on his chest. He licked his bloodied fingers, moaning out of delight, before he charged again at the Moorg.

Goblin climbed the altar not a second before, drawing his mace. He was prepared for the attack. Despite his lanky, gangling looks, Phall was surprisingly agile, and moving quite fast. And with his long reach, he had a significant advantage over Moorg. Goblin managed to dodge several dangerous attacks. Until one shrewd, deft maneuver, forced him to reveal his entire right side. Sharp dagger plunged three times into Moorg’s abdomen, before he even had time to move.

Phall grinned wildly, tasting goblin’s blood, straight from the blade. It was much sweeter than that of an orc, and he liked it. Orc charged again. However, before he even made a first step, a blazing, bright red energy sphere, engulfed him whole. It lasted only a couple of seconds, before completely disappearing. It seemed for a moment, nothing had happened to Phall, as he tried to resume with his charge. But highly intense, horrific pain, momentarily stopped him.

Extreme heat spread from the insides, throughout the entire Phall’s body. It felt like he’s on fire. Yellow flame burst out of his chest wound, and then again. Horrified and befuddled he looked around, until his eyes met with goblin’s. Barely noticeable, thin, grey smoke emitted out of his palms. Phall was furious. Goblin had tricked him, by hiding his magic.

Orc growled in anger, extending his hands forward. He whispered a couple of words. Goblin wasn’t the only one wielding the magical powers. Bright, white light surged out of a small pendant on the necklace, slowly spreading through his arms. It took but a couple of seconds, until all of the energy gathered in the orc's palms. And in that exact moment, dozens of wounds appear on his body. Phall immediately understood he was too late. He was beyond salvation.

Thick, dark brown matter of his molten viscera, erupted covering his skin. Orc shriveled in pain, holding his gut. He completely forgot the energy he had gathered in his hands. It was concentrating on a single spot for far too long. Sudden, violent blast threw Phall high up into the air.

“No, no, no!” Moorg screamed in panic, once he realized, orc was falling towards that deep, dark chasm.

There was nothing the goblin could do, but to watch in frustration, as Phall’s limp corpse disappeared over the edge of the abyss. Moorg was certain, orc carried one fragment of the amulet. By now, it was probably half way down this damned hole. Goblin had to find means of getting safely to the bottom.

“We meet again, rat!” Grodish jeered at him.

“Filthy mutt is still barking without your permission, orc.” Moorg retorted with venom, looking at Roshnak “I wonder if he will ever learn his place.”

“I’ll rip your limbs off, you little turd!” Grodish growled.

“Calm yourself.” Roshnak whispered, laying his hand on half-orc’s shoulder “Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

He knew half-orc might lose his temper and control at any moment. Roshnak couldn’t let anything happen to the goblin, at least until he doused his curiosity. Interest in Moorg, this strange little goblin, grew with every passing second. Shaman had to uncover his secrets. The energy surrounding Moorg was certainly stronger than before. So was his confidence.

“What brings you so far north?” Roshnak asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, orc?” Moorg grinned “Wouldn’t you like it for yourself? Is that it? You saw one puny goblin, and thought to yourself, you could take it.”

“Take what?” Roshnak squinted his eyes “I’m only surprised, seeing a sole goblin this far from the safety of his lair.”

“You can’t trick me orc!” goblin yelled “I know you want it for yourself. But it doesn’t belong to you, it’s mine!”

“I assure you, I have no idea what…”

“You’ll soon find out.” Moorg wouldn’t listen any more “Soon, everyone will know of Moorg!”

Before anyone could even think to move, the goblin stepped over the edge of the abyss. In just a couple of seconds, he disappeared into darkness.

“Madness!” Uggut said in shock of a sudden turn of events.

“Damn it!” Roshnak growled “Is there any other way down?”

“As far as I know just this one, that goblin decided to take.” Uggut retorted “Why?”

“Bah, it doesn’t matter any more. Damned rat took his secrets to the grave.” Roshnak avoided the straight answer.

Perhaps once Uggut gains his trust, he will reconsider sharing everything he knows, regarding the goblin. Roshnak already had in mind to return to this place, in search of answers. He could then certainly use Uggut’s help. But this wasn’t time for it, they already had a task in front of them. Besides, the goblin wasn’t going anywhere. He will be there, at the bottom of this hole. Waiting. Rotting. It might take him years, but Roshnak will come back.

Sudden, loud sigh, coming from the stands, made them all turn around. Murmur and stir was becoming louder with every passing second. It seemed as if the orcs were starting to wake from some sort of deep sleep. Phall’s death severed the link, and effects of the magic he must’ve used to hold everyone under his control.

“Uggut! Is that you?!” tubby, grayish orc pushed through, to the edge of the stands.

“Brother?! Brother!” Zhinnaeg sorcerer couldn’t hide his tears “You are alive! B…but how is this even possible?”

Prisoner of the Amulet - Chapter 23

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CHAPTER 23

  

Solitude in the past never presented a problem for Sanomis Ti’nullaim. Even more so, he often found peace in it. The company on the other hand offered annoyance most of the time. His interests differed from those of others. It was no wonder he spent so much time working. Occasionally even extending it on purpose, as so to avoid the social gatherings or other activities.

But now Sanomis realized he actually missed all of these activities. He missed the work even more. That became obvious after just two weeks. Being trapped inside like this, had shown him he was never alone before. If for nothing else, his module was always there with him. Keeping him company. Its presence was the first he truly missed. Even more than his own body.

This compartment contained only Sanomis’ mind. There was nothing else inside but an endless train of thoughts, rushing at enormous speeds. He could not slow them down, nor even try to stop them. They were all there is in here. Overwhelming him at first, before he could learn to endure this constant noise. Soon he even found a way to utilize them. As he began creating the situations from his imagination.

Sanomis found it to be the only way in which he could keep his mind checked. This also helped him keep track of time. At first that seemed like the most important thing. But as the time went by, he felt less and less eager to know how much exactly. And when by his calculations, tenth year passed, he lost the need completely. The time had no meaning, even more so because he was damned to spend eternity there.

This fact alone helped him looking for other means of engagement. pushing him to finally make a revelation regarding his newly acquired magical abilities. What surprised him, and at the same time brought him joy was learning he could use them here. Or so he thought. But what else could be this ability to transcend into the strange looking plane filled with shadows and misty objects. Sanomis soon realized this place stretched across the entire planet. In fact it was the exact replica of the world. He recognized some of the places. The ones he had the pleasure of visiting before.

He continued exploring them, as a force of habit. But soon he began wondering about it. Surely this place had some purpose. Perhaps he could even find a way to interact with it. Or the ghostly figures he saw in there. Sanomis could not know how fortunate he was for being incomplete. Otherwise he’d pay dearly for his inexperience and ignorance. Since only his mind was present, there was no real danger in any soul touching him. Or hurting him. In this state they could not even see him.

In time, Sanomis learned more and more. Often and prolonged exposure to this plane, lying on the other side of reality, created a tight bond. He became a part of it, while honing his skills. Most importantly he started sensing the locations of his missing parts. Some of which he even managed to find much later. The exploration led him all over, and it was the catalyst for strengthening his magic. Soon enough, Sanomis found a way to materialize them, just with the power of his thoughts.

They had no physical effects on the shadow plane, but he wondered with interest could it be possible to use them here in actuality. As if he would even be able to try to do that. He wouldn’t even know where he was if he hadn’t seen it in the shadow realm. He was at peace with the fact, he’ll spend eternity here.

Sanomis was preparing to jump in the shadow plane once again, seeing he recently found himself in that exact field, on which vards captured him. He was eager to finish that journey, even if it meant this way. The imaginary way. If for nothing else, but to visit the village of Vur-Paan. And once again, he was prevented from doing so.

Barely noticeable flow of energy came from somewhere to the left of his position. It was a magical energy. There was no doubt about it. Everyday practice in the realm of shadows taught him how to detect it. This excited him even more, for it was proof it wasn’t usable just there. The energy belonged to a person. It was some hundred meters away, but it was approaching. Perhaps the person could also sense him. Sanomis thought for a moment, hastily deciding to act. He wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. Who knew if one would ever come again.

“Who goes there?” Sanomis said, after he casted a speak projection spell.

This magic worked in the shadow realm. That was certain. He tried and tested it, as well as many others, on the souls he came across there. And every single one of them could hear him. But here, in the real world, that could mean naught. The vibration of the steps he could sense, suddenly and abruptly stopped. The magic was working. The person could hear him.

“I won’t… hurt you.” Sanomis carefully chose his words.

“W-who…who is there?” frightened, young, female voice came from the darkness “W-where are you anyway?”

“Sixteen steps in front of you.” Sanomis answered.

“But I don’t see anyone.” the girl said “Why are you hiding?”

“Look down.” Sanomis retorted “You can’t miss me.”

“Oh, but you are not a person!” the girl exclaimed “But who are you? What are you?”

“I am Sanomis.” the geologist answered after briefly pondering “I am…an amulet.”

“An amulet?” the girl took a few steps back “What kind of amulet?”

“A magical one.” Sanomis answered.

“Magical you say?” the girl said, “What kind of magic do you know?”

“Different kinds.” Sanomis answered, unsure what exactly to say.

“Can you show me?” the girl asked.

“Sure.” Sanomis answered.

“Can you, let’s see…make a fire?” the girl asked “I am cold. And also, I’d love to cook something.”

“Sure.” Sanomis said once again “But I can’t do that on my own.”

“What do you mean?” The girl was confused.

“I need your help.” Sanomis said.

“Why?” the girl asked “How could I even be able to help you? This is all very strange.”

“I am not trying to trick you.” Sanomis said, recognizing her reluctance “I just hope we could find a way to help one another.”

“What would you need my help for?” the girl asked again.

“Well now, you could be dearest, and take me with you out of this hole.” Sanomis said.

“How did you even end up here?” the girl asked.

“I fell.” Sanomis answered, after a brief pondering.

“Don’t you mean you were dropped?” the girl asked “Did you fall out from someone’s pocket?”

“Yes.” Sanomis corrected himself.

“And no one returned to look for you?” the girl was fast to ask “Despite you being this amulet, wielding all kinds of magic?”

“I hope someone was looking for me.” Sanomis said “But that was a long time ago. They are probably dead by now.”

“When was that?” the girl asked.

“I am not quite sure.” I stopped counting when ten years had passed.” Sanomis answered “I can only assume it passed at least ten times as much.”

“You’ve been here for more than a hundred years?!” The girl was surprised to hear that.

“I guess.” Sanomis answered, remembering the life span of these people is much much shorter than vard’s.

“And you were aware of everything, this entire time?” the girl asked.

“Yes.” Sanomis said.

“That must’ve been torture.” the girl said “I mean you are an object, and all. Time has no effect on you. But still…If you have the perception of time, what could you even do all this time?”

“I practiced magic.” Sanomis answered.

“Of course you did.” the girl smiled “Well then, let’s see what you can do. What am I supposed to do?”

“First you need to collect some firewood.” Sanomis said.

“I have plenty of wood.” the girl said lively “My problem was, I just couldn’t find a way to light them.”

“Then all you have to do is to pick me in one hand, and point another towards the wood.” Sanomis said.

“Wait a second now, you want to channel this spell through me?” the girl was reluctant again “That is quite dangerous. What if something goes wrong?”

“I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” Sanomis tried to calm her down.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure how that will even work.” the girl persisted, “You see I know a bit about magic.”

“I know you know.” Sanomis said “I called you when I sensed your energy.”

“You sensed me. Oh, I wished I could do that.” the girl sighed “But I am still a beginner.”

“I was under the impression you found me that way.” Sanomis sounded a bit disappointed.

“The truth is I stumbled upon this cavern by accident, while looking for the exit out of this damn labyrinth.” the girl admitted.

“What were you doing here?” Sanomis asked.

“I was searching for the cave lichen.” the girl answered “Our druidess sent me here to fetch some. I am her pupil. Well, one of them.”

“And did you find it?” Sanomis asked.

“I have!” the girl was excited for a second “But what good is it, when I can’t find the way out of here?”

“I can help you with that.” Sanomis said.

“You can?!” the girl exclaimed “How?”

“Because I know where the exit is.” Sanomis answered.

“You do?!” the girl jumped lively “Why haven’t you said that immediately? Can you show me the way?”

“Sure.” Sanomis said “You mean right now?”

“If you don’t mind?” The girl was ready to leave.

“I thought you wanted to eat first?” Sanomis remembered.

“There’s much tastier meal waiting for me back home, than this skinny lizard.” the girl said.

“Fair enough.” Sanomis said “By the way, what’s your name, miss?”

“Sarrae.” the girl answered.

“Glad to meet you, Sarrae.” Sanomis said “You have no idea how much.”


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Swamp of Death - Chapter 63

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CHAPTER 63

 

 

Two days had passed since Grodish, Roshnak and Uggut left Zhinnaeg. Soft, muddy, rain sodden ground was sticking to the soles of their boots, somewhat hindering their movement. Still, the orcs were determined to reach the destination, as fast as possible. Besides having just a quick rest last night, they were on the move for the entire time.

Slight slope was coming down at an angle, into a small, narrow valley, overgrown with thick, lush grass and shrub. Not more than a couple of hundred yards long, the valley was cut off by a completely vertical, slick cliff, high as the skies itself. There, in the corner, hidden in fern and moss, was barely visible gap in between the stones. It was an entrance into a gorge, only Uggut knew about.

It wasn’t long, before they were again walking over the rocky grounds. Narrow canyon twisted and turned, like some kind of snake. Uniformed, smooth creases along the gorge walls, told Roshnak that a river flew through it, a long time ago. It must have been eroding the bed for thousand of years, creating these magnificent, natural made etchings. The canyon suddenly ended in the mountain. Low, wide aperture in the rocks, led into a medium sized, oval cave, forking into two deep, dark tunnels. Dripping sounds of water came from somewhere in the distance.

“Where to now?” Grodish asked.

“Left tunnel is heading straight into the town center.” Uggut retorted “But, I…”

Zhinnaeg sorcerer suddenly stopped. His face turned white out of fear. He wouldn’t even dare to breathe, let alone move, as he found himself face to face, with a large, brown bear.

“Ursu, what are you doing here?” Grodish asked, smiling.

 Quietly mumbling, bear ingratiatingly brushed against the half-orc, heading towards his master. Uggut wasn’t expecting this at all. His legs trembled from fear. He had to sit down.

“Damn it! Goblin beat us to it.” Roshnak said in anger “We need to move, perhaps we are not too late.”

Out of worn out, leather pouch, attached to his thick belt, shaman carefully took out a small, wooden figurine of a bear. He placed it on the ground, whispering several odd rhymes. Figurine suddenly flashed, at the same exact moment, as Ursu began to fade away. It took only a couple of seconds, before the large, black bear completely disappeared from this world.

“W…where did it go?” Uggut asked warily.

“Somewhere, he could rest.” Roshnak retorted, heading towards that same tunnel, bear just came from “Quickly, follow me. Perhaps there’s still time.”

Led by the shaman’s example, Grodish boldly rushed into the dark tunnel, waving Uggut to follow. Small cave wasn’t much longer than fifty yards. Daylight at the end of the passageway helped them go through with ease. Cave widened out, into a small, oval square. It was paved in black, coarse cobblestones, surrounded from all the sides with tall, smooth cliffs, reaching high as the skies itself. Beside that exit, they came from, Grodish counted at least a dozen more.

Small group of orcs, marching in unison, went past them in silence. They were covered in shabby, well worn, goat hides. They were barefooted and filthy. With their heads held low, it seemed as if they weren’t even noticing them. Orcs soon disappeared into one of the tunnels.

“Are we going after them?” Uggut was too shy to ask.

Roshnak nodded, as he decided to follow them close. Narrow, slippery staircase was heading up, into a new corridor, not more than twenty yards long. They’ve kept a safe distance from that group of orcs, passing through a series of different tunnels. Until they’ve reached a small, opened door, leading outside. Sudden, strange hum could be heard, as the orcs went through. It lasted just for a couple of seconds, disappearing as it appeared. There was only silence.

Roshnak decisively walked through the door, finding himself standing in the middle of huge, grandiose arena. They must’ve been surrounded by tens of thousands of orcs. Gallery was carved inside the cliffs, in the shape of a horseshoe, stretching over a thousand yards. Despite being completely filled, stands seemed eerily devoid of presence. Orcs looked disinterested, obtusely staring at the arena, unaware of anything happening around them. They looked far from being alive.

But they were breathing. Roshnak checked a couple of those closest to him. He immediately noticed their eyes. Blurry and white, as if they were lifeless. Shaman knew of spirits possessing spells, and from his experience, it almost always meant, there is something dark and evil behind it. Someone very powerful was controlling these Khoill folks.

Could this be the doing of that mystical pearl, Uggut spoke of earlier. Tall, scrawny looking orc, strutting around the altar, down there in the arena, might’ve known the answer to that. It was then that Roshnak noticed a small figure approaching, led by two orcs. The figure was a goblin. With his hands tied to his back, it seemed he was in a lot of  trouble.

“If I am not mistaken, that is the goblin king.” Grodish whispered in the shaman's ear.

Roshnak nodded.

“Come, we must find the entrance into the arena."

Prisoner of the Amulet - Chapter 22

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CHAPTER 22

 

It took less than a minute for Avena Cinev to reach the transporter room situated in the exact center of their mothership. The room was some five stories above the engine chambers, and five underneath the control bridge. As instructed she completely disassembled the SEMMB on six equal sized compartments. From what Nharsia just explained to her, each one of them took care about housing and safety of separated body functions. But once divided, there was no exit from the storage device. The person would stay inside until each and every compartment was assembled.

“Enjoy this beautiful planet, maggot.” Avena grinned, placing the pieces on the transport discs.

Afterwards she entered random, different coordinates, for each and every part of SEMMB. She did it so they could end as far from each other as possible. She had purposely chosen the deepest and the most isolated locations, to make sure no one could ever find and free him.

“Enjoy the rest of your life, maggot.” Avena smiled, as she initiated the transporter discs sending the compartments into the unknown.

She wasted not a second, as she turned around to leave the room. She was heading straight towards Nharsia’s quarters. The chief overseer promised her an exclusive entertainment and company in one of her personal SEMMBs. Avena wasn’t going to waste a second of her time. Not only because of the opportunity to experience something new, but for the chance to finally be alone with Nharsia. Their relationship was at this point just a fling. They’ve only been twice together in the past four months. Avena wanted to change that.

But she was only able to make three steps, when a muffled rumble coming from below stopped her in her tracks. All of a sudden, the entire place shook in a violent tremble that seemingly wasn’t stopping. The floor itself began rising for almost a meter, as if something was inflating it. It stayed like that for several short seconds, creaking and popping, before it collapsed underneath Avena’s feet.

“Activate the armor.” she ordered her defensive system, as soon as she realized the floors below also crumbled  “Full protection.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the movement of the surrounding walls, as if some strange energy was rippling through them. For a moment it appeared as if they were making some weird howling sounds. But they were soon drowned in the cacophony of destruction, as the walls started tearing apart. That was the least of her worries now, since she then realized the enormity of the hole she was falling through.

 It appeared to be several kilometers deep. It seemed endless. Infinite. She could not peer through the thick darkness below. Which was strange, and impossible, since she knew she should be able to see the enormous ship’s drive. It was housed some three hundred meters below the deck she was recently on. But it was nowhere to be found now. Avena soon understood why, as she realized she passed through the middle of space where the core once was.

Instead of it, there was now an entrance to the apparently collapsing, artificial wormhole. The entrance was undoubtedly created in the catastrophic reaction, which saw the destruction of the drive itself. Once unleashed in the closed space, the unstable wormhole immediately started devouring the ship, at the same rate as it was disintegrating itself. Avena looked around, realizing it was pulling everything within its mass, including her.

She hastily scrolled over the menu, searching for any addon that could be of help. Trying to find salvation. As if anything at her disposal could save her now. She became aware of that, once she noticed her body assumed a similar shape to the surrounding objects, deforming beyond recognition. It seemed surreal, and it certainly was weird, since she could not feel any pain. Unbeknown to Avena, the med support of her module blocked the pain receptors, in a desperate attempt to protect her.

It was a last ditch effort to ease her final moments. And it succeeded, granting her at the same time with the temporary mind clarity. She began thinking of possible reasons for this catastrophic event. Almost immediately connecting it with the geologist. Nothing else made sense. He was the only unknown. It surely seemed he managed to trick them all. For if he truly wanted to stop them, after he learned of their plans for this world, his one and only option was this.

None of them even stopped to assume the geologist feigned the escape. Knowing very well he’ll be transported to Ganiwarthal after the capture. None of them stopped to wonder how strange his resistance to the drugs was. Or that his still, frozen demeanor during the interrogation, wasn’t due to fear. The geologist probably used that time to somehow sabotage their mother ship. To find a way to completely destroy it.

I’ll last longer than you.” were Sanomis’ words she remembered right about then.

            He did this. Avena was certain. He knew how this would end. He knew he’ll outlive her. Outlive them all. If Avena had any more time, she’d probably use it to throw numerous curses at the geologist. But the sheer force of the wormhole prevented her from doing that, tearing her body into a thousand small pieces. Forty two seconds later, it did the same with the rest of the ship, before it collapsed and disappeared.

Brothers of War - Chapter 3

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