|The Sieze (standard:fantasy, 10792 words)|
|Author: A. Santana||Added: Oct 28 2005||Views/Reads: 1800/1211||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Goblins, Orcs, and Ogres, fighting with magical personnel.|
There was a knock at the door. Arzon raised his head and his pulse seemed to pound in his brain. He opened his mouth and a dry croak fell out. He tried again, “Go .. Away.” He croaked. The door opened and a small wiry man with specta-cles came in. “Pardon me lock Argon. I don't mean to intrude, but Sheriff Alister is calling on all able-bodied men and women to present themselves before the inn. I think he means to set off for the hills again this morning.” Arzon stood up too quickly and felt a wave of faintness come over him before the blood managed to catch up with his head. He began to change out of his nightclothes (pajamas) and said over his shoulder, “I'll be down as soon as I'm dressed. “The other man shut the door behind him and could be heard clopping down the stairs. Arzon's head continued to thump from a concussion he suffered on their last trip to the hills a couple weeks ago. He had been knocked unconscious from behind by a club wielding orc. The others in his group had fought off the orcs and dragged him to safety. He awake outside the orc caves with a cut and a goose egg lump on his head. He had been able to ride home with everyone else. Arzon left his room and made his way down the stairs. The common room was bustling with Alister's volunteer merce-naries all slowly making their way to the outer door. He emerged after a few minutes into the bright sunlight. The piercing light seemed to split his skull..As the group assembled, Arzon made his way to the very small group of priests and magic users. “How's your head?” A young disciple of the Highgod asked. “It feels like it is going to split open.” “I can make some tea that should make you feel better. I am already packed so I can make it while everyone else gets his or her things ready. I'm Weston, by the way. “I would appreciate that, disciple Weston.” There were about fifty men and women assembled in front of the inn. Most were fighters and archers, but there was one child of darkness, a witch, a warlock (Arzon), a priest and two disciples of the Highgod. Alister and one of his deputies stood before the group. Alister began to address them. Good day, sirs and ma'am. As you all know we have had three successful attempts to clear the orcs and goblins and whatever else godless things live in those caves. We have cleared out four of the caves thus far. There are another two caves on the northern borders of Urdak. We will be clearing out these two caves and, double-checking, the other four caves to ensure nothing hostile has been left alive and kicking in them. “Be quick and pack what you need so we can reach the hills before nightfall. I expect us to leave in the next half hour so don't dawdle.” The mercenaries and others shuffled back to the inn. Arzon packed his things quickly and headed back downstairs. He saw disciple Weston sitting at a table with a couple of steaming mugs in front of him. He gestured for Arzon to take a seat, and pushed a mug of tea in front of Arzon. “Drink it while it's hot.” Arzon sipped the tea. It scalded his tongue, but it felt good going down. It may have been his imagination, but a feeling of wellness seemed to overflow him and the throb-bing in his head subsided. “That works quickly. What's in it?” “Black tea, Green tea, Sharproot, Brown speckled fungus, Brown leaf tobacco, and Kaffee berries.” “We'd better be going.” “You're right about that.” They grabbed their bundles and looked at the stairs as the witch came down. She carried in her hands save a single large tome. At her left were a number of bags and other things suspended in the air on a shimmering semi-transparent disk. It stayed at the level of her waist. “You've seen witch Olga's floating disk before haven't you?” “Yes, I believe I have, Arzon. But why don't you use this spell to carry your baggage?” “I prefer to save all of my magic for the battle.” “I see.” Click here to read the rest of this story (966 more lines)
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