Herew
A wise warrior is strong.
I am now in Colorado working at a camp so I do not have a lot of free time but I tried to revise part of the Unspoken Treasure. Please tear it up!
Deep in the mines of Dunbern where dwarves once lived and worked, a mighty battle, a grievous war was being fought. Men clashed against goblins in order to protect an unspoken treasure. The confrontations were fierce and bloody. Many men fell into darkness. The goblins were immense in number and clever of mind.
The men had been forced back until all they defended was the Great Hall of Dunbern, under which the unspoken treasure dwelt. A treasure that was so precious, it could change the entire world for ill or glory. Both goblins and men knew where the treasure was hidden but neither knew what it was or how to unlock its secrets.
The men who defended Dunbern were a detachment of the Emperor’s fifth army who were posted at Last Chance Outpost on the north-eastern most corner of the empire. They received orders from the Emperor himself to mobilize into the mines and take control from the goblins and to defend the Great Hall at all costs until he was able to send his daughter to retrieve what was hidden.
Being well trained and equipped, the men took the goblins by surprise and nearly drove them from the mines completely. But the goblins recovered and counter attacked. The men suffered great losses during their fighting retreat. After defenses had been established and their forces consolidated, scout teams were sent out to find weaknesses in the goblin forces. There were eight teams in all, each had four soldiers and a officer. The eighth team was sent into the western wing of Dunbern.
"Nyer... Nyer, get down," the whispered command echoed through the expansive western hall. Darkness enveloped the eighth team, the only light coming from Ikinarn lanterns left behind by the dwarves, which burned light blue for eternity. The light cast an eery glow in the hall that made the eighth team uneasy.
Once he was sure Nyer was well hidden by the darkness, Asrac, the eighth team commander knelt behind a fallen column to examine his personal map of the western hall. He had made the map as the group he was a part of was making their fighting retreat nearly a fortnight ago. Since then he had been put in command of the eighth scouting and reconnaissance team.
His team was appointed to scout the western hall and evaluate the strength of the goblins in that area and to report if any danger existed in the west. They would proceed as far as the Ath, an atrium of enormous size that contained a large pool of flowing water, a luxury left by the dwarves that the men had enjoyed when it was in their possession. Now the pool was nothing more that a broken fountain of lost hopes and shattered dreams.
The small sound of a shifting rock brought Asrac’s attention back to the western hall. He quickly folded his map and made eye contact with the members of his team, all who were looking at him. He gave a silent command for them to be ready for a stealthy retreat, the last thing he wanted right now was to fight goblins with soldiers he had never seen fight before. He was confident that they knew how to fight, after all they had survived this ill fated war thus far, but nevertheless he wished not to have to rely on them just yet.
Another shifting noise was heard followed by what sounded like the rasp of steel on steel- a sword had been drawn. The goblins were close.
Great, thought Asrac, Just what I don’t need on my first mission: an enemy scout team.
He drew a pale, iridescent green stone from a leather pouch at his belt and mumbled a few words over it. The stone turned red. The stone’s twin, back in the Great Hall, would turn red as well and alert the forces that defended the hall to what danger was coming.
I just hope that we survive long enough to get back to them and help with the defenses. I must not fail this day!
Slowly drawing the sword at his back so as not to make a sound, Asrac moved into a squatting position at the edge of his cover. He knew that the goblins his team faced now were only a scout party sent ahead of the main attack force. If his team could quickly and quietly kill the goblins and make it back to the Great Hall, they might have time to form an ambush. He signaled his team and mouthed to them, ‘Come back alive!’
The first goblin came into the blue lantern light, his green skin and yellow eyes stirred Asrac’s heart to revulsion and hatred. He hated them for the pain they had caused in his life, the murder of his family and the death of his closest friend; he was repulsed simply by their existence and their merciless approach to battle . All these things leapt into his mind as he watched the first goblin pass his post. Goblin scout parties always traveled in groups of eight. Three more goblins stepped into the light.
Wulf, a brutish man with red hair and a mighty battle axe signaled that he saw two more, Nyer, the only female in the group and an archer signaled that she knew were the last two were. They only waited his command to begin their attack.
This is it, he thought, My team’s first fight, let’s hope it’s not the last.
Asrac waited until the four goblins he had spotted were clear of his hiding place then nodded to his team. He sprang up behind the last goblin- slitting its throat. He spun around and decapitated another one while following through and stabbing a third in the chest.
The lead goblin turned around a found the twin blades Tsial and Kial jetting from his chest. The blades belonged to Jaron and Felon, brothers and the youngest members of Asrac’s team. Wulf and Nyer joined the group just then and reported their success.
"Good job eighth team," congratulated Asrac, "Now let’s get back to camp and rejoin the main forces." We did it! We actually survived our first-
Drums sounded.
Deep in the mines of Dunbern where dwarves once lived and worked, a mighty battle, a grievous war was being fought. Men clashed against goblins in order to protect an unspoken treasure. The confrontations were fierce and bloody. Many men fell into darkness. The goblins were immense in number and clever of mind.
The men had been forced back until all they defended was the Great Hall of Dunbern, under which the unspoken treasure dwelt. A treasure that was so precious, it could change the entire world for ill or glory. Both goblins and men knew where the treasure was hidden but neither knew what it was or how to unlock its secrets.
The men who defended Dunbern were a detachment of the Emperor’s fifth army who were posted at Last Chance Outpost on the north-eastern most corner of the empire. They received orders from the Emperor himself to mobilize into the mines and take control from the goblins and to defend the Great Hall at all costs until he was able to send his daughter to retrieve what was hidden.
Being well trained and equipped, the men took the goblins by surprise and nearly drove them from the mines completely. But the goblins recovered and counter attacked. The men suffered great losses during their fighting retreat. After defenses had been established and their forces consolidated, scout teams were sent out to find weaknesses in the goblin forces. There were eight teams in all, each had four soldiers and a officer. The eighth team was sent into the western wing of Dunbern.
"Nyer... Nyer, get down," the whispered command echoed through the expansive western hall. Darkness enveloped the eighth team, the only light coming from Ikinarn lanterns left behind by the dwarves, which burned light blue for eternity. The light cast an eery glow in the hall that made the eighth team uneasy.
Once he was sure Nyer was well hidden by the darkness, Asrac, the eighth team commander knelt behind a fallen column to examine his personal map of the western hall. He had made the map as the group he was a part of was making their fighting retreat nearly a fortnight ago. Since then he had been put in command of the eighth scouting and reconnaissance team.
His team was appointed to scout the western hall and evaluate the strength of the goblins in that area and to report if any danger existed in the west. They would proceed as far as the Ath, an atrium of enormous size that contained a large pool of flowing water, a luxury left by the dwarves that the men had enjoyed when it was in their possession. Now the pool was nothing more that a broken fountain of lost hopes and shattered dreams.
The small sound of a shifting rock brought Asrac’s attention back to the western hall. He quickly folded his map and made eye contact with the members of his team, all who were looking at him. He gave a silent command for them to be ready for a stealthy retreat, the last thing he wanted right now was to fight goblins with soldiers he had never seen fight before. He was confident that they knew how to fight, after all they had survived this ill fated war thus far, but nevertheless he wished not to have to rely on them just yet.
Another shifting noise was heard followed by what sounded like the rasp of steel on steel- a sword had been drawn. The goblins were close.
Great, thought Asrac, Just what I don’t need on my first mission: an enemy scout team.
He drew a pale, iridescent green stone from a leather pouch at his belt and mumbled a few words over it. The stone turned red. The stone’s twin, back in the Great Hall, would turn red as well and alert the forces that defended the hall to what danger was coming.
I just hope that we survive long enough to get back to them and help with the defenses. I must not fail this day!
Slowly drawing the sword at his back so as not to make a sound, Asrac moved into a squatting position at the edge of his cover. He knew that the goblins his team faced now were only a scout party sent ahead of the main attack force. If his team could quickly and quietly kill the goblins and make it back to the Great Hall, they might have time to form an ambush. He signaled his team and mouthed to them, ‘Come back alive!’
The first goblin came into the blue lantern light, his green skin and yellow eyes stirred Asrac’s heart to revulsion and hatred. He hated them for the pain they had caused in his life, the murder of his family and the death of his closest friend; he was repulsed simply by their existence and their merciless approach to battle . All these things leapt into his mind as he watched the first goblin pass his post. Goblin scout parties always traveled in groups of eight. Three more goblins stepped into the light.
Wulf, a brutish man with red hair and a mighty battle axe signaled that he saw two more, Nyer, the only female in the group and an archer signaled that she knew were the last two were. They only waited his command to begin their attack.
This is it, he thought, My team’s first fight, let’s hope it’s not the last.
Asrac waited until the four goblins he had spotted were clear of his hiding place then nodded to his team. He sprang up behind the last goblin- slitting its throat. He spun around and decapitated another one while following through and stabbing a third in the chest.
The lead goblin turned around a found the twin blades Tsial and Kial jetting from his chest. The blades belonged to Jaron and Felon, brothers and the youngest members of Asrac’s team. Wulf and Nyer joined the group just then and reported their success.
"Good job eighth team," congratulated Asrac, "Now let’s get back to camp and rejoin the main forces." We did it! We actually survived our first-
Drums sounded.
