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The Last Wild Master: Chapter 28
By: jungleboy69
Chapter 28: Who are the Black-Rocks?
(With Darren and John)
It had been five minutes and Darren and John were attacking the gnolls’ camps and freeing their prisoners. John unleashed his water magic to send the gnolls flying while Darren unleashed his arrows and used his dagger to slash at their throats.
“I have the key!” John called out, pulling out a silver key from a dead gnoll’s pocket. “Hurry!” Darren called out as he fired more arrows at a few gnolls. “I’m running out of arrows!” Instantly, John unlocked the wooden cage and freed the hostages.
“No!!” One of the gnolls screamed. “No one escapes!” The other gnolls gave chase, only to be hit by a wave of water, thanks to John. “I don’t think so!!” John called out while Darren slit the throat of the lead gnoll. “Thanks...” Darren panted as he sheathed his dagger. “I was getting tired.”
“I found something,” John added, showing Darren another scrap of paper. “but I can’t seem to read it.” He showed him a crumpled note which was written in a strange language. “I feel like I’ve seen this language before,” Darren frowned a little as he stared at it. “but I can’t remember where.”
“Well, let’s keep moving.” John replied. “There’s must be more camps nearby.” With that, the two friends hurried off. “Wonder how Gretchen and Damien are doing?” Darren thought to himself.
(With Gretchen and Damien...)
“I could use a hand here!!” Damien yelled, as he sent blasts of wind to gnolls while Gretchen used her fire whip and magic to scorch or burn them. “I’m a little busy at the moment!” Gretchen yelled back, sending fire balls at the gnolls.
As they fought, Gretchen noticed something silver drop from one of the gnoll’s pockets. “The key!” She cried as she rushed over and picked it up, not before lashing her whip at a gnoll, striking him on the face and making him howl in pain.
“We need to finish this!!” Damien exclaimed as he impaled another gnoll with his spear and pulled it from its chest. “Wind Scars!!” He yelled sending sharp blades of wind and slicing the gnolls apart. “Retreat!!” A gnoll screeched as he and the surviving gnolls ran for their lives.
“Thanks!” Gretchen told him as she unlocked the cage, freeing the hostages. “Oh, thank you!!” A woman exclaimed in joy, shaking Gretchen’s hands gratefully before running of to join her fellow hostages to freedom. “You find anything?” She asked, as Damien rummaged through the dead gnoll’s clothes.
Damien sighed. “No,” he replied. “just this...” He handed her another note, which she read “Step 1: KILL, Step 2: Sleep?, Step 2: EAT, Step 1: Poop.” Gretchen groaned as she stared at it. “Gnolls...” She muttered, shaking her head.
“Never mind.” Damien replied. “We got a lot more camps to check out....”
(5 mins later...)
The friends met up near one of the ruined gnoll camps. “You think that’s all of them?” John asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I think so.” Gretchen replied. “We didn’t find anything useful to help us, only badly written battle plans.”
“Us too.” Darren replied, before handing out the note. “We found this though.” Gretchen took the note and she and Damien stared at it. “What kind of language is this?” Damien added, frowning. “We don’t know.” John replied, shaking his head. “The only clue we have was the gnolls keep mentioning someone called the Black-rocks.”
“That’s funny,” Damien added. “Some of the gnolls we encountered also mentioned something about the Black-rocks but we don’t know who or what they are.” “Maybe it has something to do with this note.” Gretchen added. “We should head back to town to discuss with the magistrate.”
The friends nodded and made their way down the hills, wondering who these Black-rocks are or what do the gnolls have to do with them.
By: jungleboy69
Chapter 28: Who are the Black-Rocks?
(With Darren and John)
It had been five minutes and Darren and John were attacking the gnolls’ camps and freeing their prisoners. John unleashed his water magic to send the gnolls flying while Darren unleashed his arrows and used his dagger to slash at their throats.
“I have the key!” John called out, pulling out a silver key from a dead gnoll’s pocket. “Hurry!” Darren called out as he fired more arrows at a few gnolls. “I’m running out of arrows!” Instantly, John unlocked the wooden cage and freed the hostages.
“No!!” One of the gnolls screamed. “No one escapes!” The other gnolls gave chase, only to be hit by a wave of water, thanks to John. “I don’t think so!!” John called out while Darren slit the throat of the lead gnoll. “Thanks...” Darren panted as he sheathed his dagger. “I was getting tired.”
“I found something,” John added, showing Darren another scrap of paper. “but I can’t seem to read it.” He showed him a crumpled note which was written in a strange language. “I feel like I’ve seen this language before,” Darren frowned a little as he stared at it. “but I can’t remember where.”
“Well, let’s keep moving.” John replied. “There’s must be more camps nearby.” With that, the two friends hurried off. “Wonder how Gretchen and Damien are doing?” Darren thought to himself.
(With Gretchen and Damien...)
“I could use a hand here!!” Damien yelled, as he sent blasts of wind to gnolls while Gretchen used her fire whip and magic to scorch or burn them. “I’m a little busy at the moment!” Gretchen yelled back, sending fire balls at the gnolls.
As they fought, Gretchen noticed something silver drop from one of the gnoll’s pockets. “The key!” She cried as she rushed over and picked it up, not before lashing her whip at a gnoll, striking him on the face and making him howl in pain.
“We need to finish this!!” Damien exclaimed as he impaled another gnoll with his spear and pulled it from its chest. “Wind Scars!!” He yelled sending sharp blades of wind and slicing the gnolls apart. “Retreat!!” A gnoll screeched as he and the surviving gnolls ran for their lives.
“Thanks!” Gretchen told him as she unlocked the cage, freeing the hostages. “Oh, thank you!!” A woman exclaimed in joy, shaking Gretchen’s hands gratefully before running of to join her fellow hostages to freedom. “You find anything?” She asked, as Damien rummaged through the dead gnoll’s clothes.
Damien sighed. “No,” he replied. “just this...” He handed her another note, which she read “Step 1: KILL, Step 2: Sleep?, Step 2: EAT, Step 1: Poop.” Gretchen groaned as she stared at it. “Gnolls...” She muttered, shaking her head.
“Never mind.” Damien replied. “We got a lot more camps to check out....”
(5 mins later...)
The friends met up near one of the ruined gnoll camps. “You think that’s all of them?” John asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I think so.” Gretchen replied. “We didn’t find anything useful to help us, only badly written battle plans.”
“Us too.” Darren replied, before handing out the note. “We found this though.” Gretchen took the note and she and Damien stared at it. “What kind of language is this?” Damien added, frowning. “We don’t know.” John replied, shaking his head. “The only clue we have was the gnolls keep mentioning someone called the Black-rocks.”
“That’s funny,” Damien added. “Some of the gnolls we encountered also mentioned something about the Black-rocks but we don’t know who or what they are.” “Maybe it has something to do with this note.” Gretchen added. “We should head back to town to discuss with the magistrate.”
The friends nodded and made their way down the hills, wondering who these Black-rocks are or what do the gnolls have to do with them.
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