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Tillghast

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Here is another one. I wiped it up in a matter of minutes. Should i keep going?

Gallus stood in the boat, broad sword drawn. Two people walked past the boat and walked towards their shack. One a human, the other a wood elf. The wood elf had a yellow beard and braided hair.” I need a warrior’s help!” Gallus called out, hoping anyone in Rogu would answer. The group is in a fishing village of Rogu. Small houses and a dock with several boats and a few townsfolk milling around was all this fishing village had.

“Why?” The wood elf replied

“The empire has a proposal.”

“What type of proposal?”

“To free the small island of Eno, and the imperial fort in the area.”

The human walked to Gallus. Both were wearing yellow imperial armor, minus a helmet.

“The skeleton army of Grenu has taken it over, we need your help!”

Gallus was human as well.

“Do you yield?” Gallus pleaded. No answer. “What say you?”

“I will go. Under one condition.” The wood elf said

“Which is?”

“To bring four other people to help.”

“Who?”

“Ragnar the Crow, Foryn, Fargoth, and Krazzt.” Said the wood elf.

“Who are they?”

The elf stepped aside. The human walked forward.

“They are in the shrine of Goglath.” He said.

“They are Acula worshippers?” Questioned Gallus.

“Only Fargoth and Krazzt, Ragnar and Foryn are of imperial allegiance.”

The human runs to the forest and finds a small man. He comes back with Fargoth, a short stocky dwarf with a yellow two-handed axe and brown chain mail cuirass and gauntlets. His braided long bread hung low over his body.

“Krazzt in is the forest.” The human exclaimed.

“Well then, find him!” Yelled Gallus.

He runs off again, towards the forest.

The human approaches the shrine. Its door is made of red glass and oval in shape. He opened the door and went inside. Its was humid and red lighting made the human seem disoriented. The shrine was a block of stone, the grave of the great Acula hero Stallop. A red cloth was draped over the stone coffin. A long steel sword was laid atop the cloth. A pair of footsteps is heard behind him. He knew that Acula shrines were guarded by mystical and dangerous creatures. He turned and screamed.

Krazzt and Foryn were just outside the shrine, unfortunately, gagged and bound by green skinned creatures. They had crude weapons and iron plates to protect their chests. The goblins had started a fire, and planned to eat Krazzt and Foryn. Foryn reached for his short sword, just inches from his grey, shaking hand. “Stop that piece of flesh!” a goblin roared.

The human found himself facing an Aculaloth, a crocodile headed humanoid creature that would be summoned by any one entering an Acula shrine and not being of that religion.

The creature reached out its clawed long hands. The human’s reflexes made him draw his sword and slash upwards. Three of the clawed fingers fell to the ground, the Aculaloth roared and jumped at him.

Foryn grabbed his short sword and cut himself free. Two goblins got up only to be beheaded by a long swing by Foryn. The other goblins, which number to about fifty attacked.

The human and the Aculaloth grabbed each other and fell to the ground. The Aculaloth lunged and bit him in the leg. He screamed and stabbed the Aculaloth in the head. Its body flashed in a white light, then disappeared. The human got up and limped out of the shrine.

Foryn cut the ropes that held Krazzt and he bowed, in the midst of battle and ran off. He was joined by the human, his leg bleeding. Foryn jumped into a tall tree. The goblins ran under him, towards the village of Rogu…

Fargoth quickly turned towards the forest. Krazzt and the human are running towards the group, cursing and swearing.

“What are they doing???” Gallus yelled.

The wood elf drew his long sword and Fargoth readied his axe. Behind them a swarm of goblins drew closer. They had green skin, and wielded crudely made spears, swords and armor. The apparent leader had a mask covering his face, but his pointy green ears stayed outside the mask. The townsfolk quickly ran inside their homes. A couple stayed outside, with pitchforks, bows and arrows and daggers. The goblins lost interest in Krazzt and the human and ran towards the townsfolk. The lead goblin raised his crudely made spear. “Kill all creatures!” He yelled. The villager braced them selves.

It was a slaughter. The goblins ran through the villagers like water through a creek bed. One villager managed to stab a goblin in the eye with his dagger, only to be ran through by another. Krazzt, wearing black cloth-like armor with a helmet with different sized eye holes of many numbers, took out his poisoned throwing knives and took and aim. He threw one straight at a goblin with a green beard, one eye and scars all over him. He flew to the ground and was instantly dead.

One villager managed to stab a goblin in the face with his pitchfork. Another villager was cut in two, blood splattering onto the nice green landscape. Foryn poked his grey head through the forest opening, for he was a legendary dark elf, as was Krazzt. They look human expect for their grey skin, red eyes, pointed ears and unusual strength. He drew his short blade and ran towards the fray. Wearing only a cuirass of animal hide, wolf fur pauldrons, gauntlets and greaves. He was a skilled hunter, who wore the skins of the animals he killed, as armor. Foryn stabbed one goblin in the back, another in the throat and sliced the stomach of the lead goblin. As he lay, dying, his comrades retreat to the forest. He looks up to Foryn and snarls. Fargoth walks over.

“Let me take this one down, dark elf!” Fargoth cried

“Its all yours dwarf.” Foryn said, then stepped aside.

Fargoth brought his golden battle axe down upon the dying goblin.

“So, where Ragnar?” Gallus asked.

“In the village of Retet, up north.” Foryn exclaimed.

Foryn and Krazzt shook hands with the wood elf.

“You guys are friends?” Gallus asked

“Yes.” Krazzt said the first words that have come out of his mouth in seven years.

“You…you spoke!!!!” Foryn yelled.

“Yes.” He said.

“Hey what about me?” Fargoth complained.

“He is our friend as well, imperial messenger.” The wood elf exclaimed.

Gallus gave him a sullen grave look.

“I am no messenger! I am Gallus, champion of the imperial order!”

The wood elf looked down to the ground, embarrassed of his mistake.

“And you, who are you,” Gallus pointed at the human “and what happened to your leg?”

“I am Entinus, captain of the guards at Rogu, and I was attack by an Aculaloth in the shrine.”

The group looked at Krazzt.

“Weren’t you in the shrine? Krazzt? And Foryn, what exactly happened?” Gallus questioned.

“I was coming out of the shrine, Foryn was at the base of a tree, I walked over to him,” Krazzt explained. “And he got up and stared into the distance. Goblins came from all sides; they gagged us, made a fire and planned to eat us alive!”

“Where are your guards, Entinus?” Fargoth asked.

“I don’t know, they could be anywhere.”

“How many guards are there?” Gallus said.

“Four.”

As the group talked, a villager name Scit the Wine-Sot walked out from his house.

“Hey you!” He yelled.

Fargoth turned. Scit was a nord, a barbarian whose face had a tattoo of a bear print on his face. He was a burly and strong person.

“He’s s Acula killer, he hates us.” Fargoth whispered.

“Yeah, you dwarf, get over here.” He yelled.

“Why.”

“Let me kill you, you summoned the goblins, its all you!” Gallus looks at him. “The goblins were hired by Acula worshippers!” With that he runs inside his house.

“Fool of Wine-sot!” Fargoth yelled.

Gallus turned to the wood elf.

“And your name, wood elf?”

“I am Gaenor, son of Gaeodil!” He proudly exclaimed.

“So we are off to Retet?” Gallus said, impatient with the lack of progress.

“No way, with all the goblins, it’s like we need to be escorted!” Gaenor exclaimed loudly.

“We go to Retet now!” Gallus yelled.

“Fine, fine.” Foryn muttered.

“Which way do we go Krazzt?” Gallus asked

“We go on the Inubi trail which goes from here, all the way to-” Krazzt was interrupted by a war cry and footsteps. Scit the Wine-Sot was running towards Fargoth, in silver armor with a helmet that had two large gaping eyeholes. He had a steel two-handed war axe and was apparently ready to kill Fargoth.

“What the hell?” Foryn gasped. Fargoth smiled grabbed his axe and waited.

As Scit ran towards Fargoth, he just smiled a dwarven smile. Scit put his axe over his head and was about to chop Fargoth in half, when Fargoth side-stepped and brought his own axe onto Scit. Krazzt smiled and Foryn’s mouth was agape.

“How?” Foryn asked as Scit’s two body portions fell onto the ground.

“Patience little dark elf.” Fargoth proudly exclaimed.

“ To the Inubi trail!” Gallus exclaimed. The group walked to the brown long line that led into the forest. The bird cawed, Fargoth found it as an annoyance. As they were walking, a fork in the trail appeared. A goblin jumped out in front of them, holding a sickle.

“ You shall not pass!” The ugly green one said…

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