Murdered.
In their own home. An old couple, in
the farm they'd toiled and tended for 30 years. Never done anyone any harm.
Perhaps the activity up at the old
slave pits was connected.
So the unlikely pairing of dwarf and
elf were tasked with a reconnaissance mission.
They edged up the ridge. Two females
from far away, bound together by a passion for adventure and a thirst
for gold. Up ahead, they could see a tree atop the hill. A russle in
the leaves and the first sign of activity.
But an alarming one
Two arrows flashed past their heads.
“Woah, pull back” said the Elf in
Hobgoblin speak.
“Pardon?” replied the dwarf, in the
Goblin tongue
They had established a common platform
for chat but it was patchy. They couldn't even pronounce each
other's names.
Barely communicating, inexperienced,
and ill-equipped- but they were brave. Fearless in fact.
The dwarf fighter pointed out the route
she planned to take – down, around and up the flank.
The elf pointed straight ahead and in
she strode.
She could see the movement in the tree,
but the spring leaf-sprouts hid the enemy's numbers and their type.
Two more arrows flashed overhead.
Long range, thought the Elf and in she
strode, purposefully, until she got within the range of her spell.
Easy now, she thought, as she coaxed the magic into action. And
within seconds two goblins fell from the tree, asleep.
She moved in. The dwarf moved up the
hill to catch up, huffing and puffing in her plate armour.
They bound their erstwhile attackers
and interrogated them. But the guards kept schtum.
“Alright, little goblin” said the
dwarf, “you're coming with us”,
The tree had a narrow gap in it, but
usurped emperors had sneaked through gaps a lot smaller than that to
hide. Inside the trunk of the tree was a gap big enough to head a
flight of stairs, hewn into the ground.
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