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After a week and half of travel, we finally reach our destination. Lislendril is a hidden village in the forest, just like Nosteferest, but with hobgoblins instead of elves. The hobgoblin troops were already gathered, their camps are all around the village. There are a lot of them; men and women, old and young.
We're greeted and escorted to a great tent, with three hobgoblins inside. The first one is wearing a brown woollen uniform and a metal helmet. There over his left shoulder, there are 3 coloured cloth bands; a red and two green one. He looks middle aged, for a hobgoblin.
The second one is clearly old while the third one isn't. Both are wearing a brown and violet robe with many collars made with wooden blocks tied together, maybe a ceremonial thing. The third one has many thin metal bracers on his wrists.
"I suppose that you're the ones sent by Maereowoen Takkalak." Says one the first hobgoblin.
"Affirmative. They provided help to Nosteferest before and they're here to provide help at this time of war. I joined them as a guide." Explains Moon.
"Any help would be greatly appreciated. I'm Mystic Larol. This is Mystic Gern and Warmaster Tarne." Says the second hobgoblin. He then points the third and the first hobgoblin.
We all shake hands, except for Malekiev who simply looked at their hand in disdain. How impolite.
"The skirmishes against the orc is somehow common. They hit and run every time. While we don't fear 'much' the orcish menace, the frost giants is a problem. The Priestess is also a threat we cannot overlook." Says Warmaster Tarne.
"Frost giants?" Asks Kalsed.
"Yes, frost giants. They allied with the orcs and the Priestess. The Frozen Citadel is a stronghold that was out of the reach of the other species for centuries. Before, the frost giants were leaving us alone because we were leaving them alone. Now, I wouldn't expect that we would siege this place once in my lifetime." Confesses Warmaster Tarne.
"The main part of the Frozen Citadel's army is on march to the south; rampaging villages and cities alike. Some managed to flee, the other were annihilated. I have no idea why would they want to destroy our people, It doesn't make sense to me, unless they just want to bring destruction. In any cases, we must stop this threat at the source. " Explains Mystic Gern.
"I know that Maereowoen Takkalak have plans to hide the movements of the army. I just wonder when he will get here." Said Warmaster Tarne.
"He does?"
"Yes. Magic will be our greatest ally. It's hard to travel unnoticed with an army, otherwise. Sadly, the number of adepts of the magical arts dropped significantly over the years. On the thousands of troops under our command, we're less than fifty with a magical spark." Explains Mystic Larol.
"Magic is no match for my blade." Boasts Malekiev.
The two Mystics, Kalsed and I stare at him in silence.
"So… until the two armies join, we will have to hide and wait. I just fear that the main force of the Frozen Citadel has inflicted too much damage already." Says Warmaster Tarne.
"So we just sit and wait for everything to happen?" Asks Malekiev.
"This is the idea." Replies Mystic Gern.
"Where is the citadel? So I could kick some giant's asses already." Expresses Malekiev.
We all stare at Malekiev in silence.
"Is your friend a fool? Or..." Says Warmaster Tarne, before Malekiev draws his blade.
The two Mystics raise their hands in Malekiev's direction, whispering arcane words. Kalsed takes his medallion and raise it in his direction.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Please stop. Malekiev, don't raise a weapon against our allies."
"He's the one who started the hostilities; he insulted my honour!" Shouts Malekiev, his blade still raised.
"I dare you, if you keep threatening them, you'll be the target of the Divine Wrath. You fear them, don't you?"
Malekiev glares at Kalsed and sheathe his weapon before leaving the tent, in silence. We wait a few minutes before we break the silence.
"With friends like that, you don't need enemies." States Warmaster Tarne.
"Malekiev is… special. Special is the right term."
"Why does he travel with you then?" Asks Mystic Gern.
"Just like us, he doesn't belong to this plane."
"You don't belong to this plane? How did you managed to get here?" Asks Mystic Larol.
"A strange and unknown planeshifting phenomenum. We need to get to the Frozen Citadel and use his portal to get back home; this battle is as important for you than for us."
A hobgoblin suddenly bust in the tent.
"Chief! Chief! A portal opened in the camp!" Yelled the Hobgoblin.
"What in the world? Let's go see." Replies Mystic Larol.
We rush outside the tent to see a magical portal. A blinding light prevent me to see clearly. There are forms and silhouettes passing through it. When the light fades, I can see who they are; it's the elves! Even Maereowoen Takkalak, the Elder of Nosteferest, is there.
"Did you missed us?" Asks the Elder.
"I didn't expect you to take part of the fight." Mentions Mystic Gern.
"Even an old man can provide magical assistance. This will be the last time I'll take arms in a battle." Tells the Elder.
"Since we're all reunited, the battle preparation will begin. We will make sure that the Frozen Citadel will be ours by the end of the next!" Shouts Warmaster Leto.
The army cheered. We went back to the tent, this time with Warmaster Leto and the Elder. This is going to be a long night.
Previous | First | Next
After a week and half of travel, we finally reach our destination. Lislendril is a hidden village in the forest, just like Nosteferest, but with hobgoblins instead of elves. The hobgoblin troops were already gathered, their camps are all around the village. There are a lot of them; men and women, old and young.
We're greeted and escorted to a great tent, with three hobgoblins inside. The first one is wearing a brown woollen uniform and a metal helmet. There over his left shoulder, there are 3 coloured cloth bands; a red and two green one. He looks middle aged, for a hobgoblin.
The second one is clearly old while the third one isn't. Both are wearing a brown and violet robe with many collars made with wooden blocks tied together, maybe a ceremonial thing. The third one has many thin metal bracers on his wrists.
"I suppose that you're the ones sent by Maereowoen Takkalak." Says one the first hobgoblin.
"Affirmative. They provided help to Nosteferest before and they're here to provide help at this time of war. I joined them as a guide." Explains Moon.
"Any help would be greatly appreciated. I'm Mystic Larol. This is Mystic Gern and Warmaster Tarne." Says the second hobgoblin. He then points the third and the first hobgoblin.
We all shake hands, except for Malekiev who simply looked at their hand in disdain. How impolite.
"The skirmishes against the orc is somehow common. They hit and run every time. While we don't fear 'much' the orcish menace, the frost giants is a problem. The Priestess is also a threat we cannot overlook." Says Warmaster Tarne.
"Frost giants?" Asks Kalsed.
"Yes, frost giants. They allied with the orcs and the Priestess. The Frozen Citadel is a stronghold that was out of the reach of the other species for centuries. Before, the frost giants were leaving us alone because we were leaving them alone. Now, I wouldn't expect that we would siege this place once in my lifetime." Confesses Warmaster Tarne.
"The main part of the Frozen Citadel's army is on march to the south; rampaging villages and cities alike. Some managed to flee, the other were annihilated. I have no idea why would they want to destroy our people, It doesn't make sense to me, unless they just want to bring destruction. In any cases, we must stop this threat at the source. " Explains Mystic Gern.
"I know that Maereowoen Takkalak have plans to hide the movements of the army. I just wonder when he will get here." Said Warmaster Tarne.
"He does?"
"Yes. Magic will be our greatest ally. It's hard to travel unnoticed with an army, otherwise. Sadly, the number of adepts of the magical arts dropped significantly over the years. On the thousands of troops under our command, we're less than fifty with a magical spark." Explains Mystic Larol.
"Magic is no match for my blade." Boasts Malekiev.
The two Mystics, Kalsed and I stare at him in silence.
"So… until the two armies join, we will have to hide and wait. I just fear that the main force of the Frozen Citadel has inflicted too much damage already." Says Warmaster Tarne.
"So we just sit and wait for everything to happen?" Asks Malekiev.
"This is the idea." Replies Mystic Gern.
"Where is the citadel? So I could kick some giant's asses already." Expresses Malekiev.
We all stare at Malekiev in silence.
"Is your friend a fool? Or..." Says Warmaster Tarne, before Malekiev draws his blade.
The two Mystics raise their hands in Malekiev's direction, whispering arcane words. Kalsed takes his medallion and raise it in his direction.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Please stop. Malekiev, don't raise a weapon against our allies."
"He's the one who started the hostilities; he insulted my honour!" Shouts Malekiev, his blade still raised.
"I dare you, if you keep threatening them, you'll be the target of the Divine Wrath. You fear them, don't you?"
Malekiev glares at Kalsed and sheathe his weapon before leaving the tent, in silence. We wait a few minutes before we break the silence.
"With friends like that, you don't need enemies." States Warmaster Tarne.
"Malekiev is… special. Special is the right term."
"Why does he travel with you then?" Asks Mystic Gern.
"Just like us, he doesn't belong to this plane."
"You don't belong to this plane? How did you managed to get here?" Asks Mystic Larol.
"A strange and unknown planeshifting phenomenum. We need to get to the Frozen Citadel and use his portal to get back home; this battle is as important for you than for us."
A hobgoblin suddenly bust in the tent.
"Chief! Chief! A portal opened in the camp!" Yelled the Hobgoblin.
"What in the world? Let's go see." Replies Mystic Larol.
We rush outside the tent to see a magical portal. A blinding light prevent me to see clearly. There are forms and silhouettes passing through it. When the light fades, I can see who they are; it's the elves! Even Maereowoen Takkalak, the Elder of Nosteferest, is there.
"Did you missed us?" Asks the Elder.
"I didn't expect you to take part of the fight." Mentions Mystic Gern.
"Even an old man can provide magical assistance. This will be the last time I'll take arms in a battle." Tells the Elder.
"Since we're all reunited, the battle preparation will begin. We will make sure that the Frozen Citadel will be ours by the end of the next!" Shouts Warmaster Leto.
The army cheered. We went back to the tent, this time with Warmaster Leto and the Elder. This is going to be a long night.
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