same illusion spell to mask himself from the goblins. He waited until he had entered the main portion of the camp and then he set one of the tents on fire. This alerted the goblins, but they still were unable to see him.
He raised his staff in the air and then slammed it down hard on the ground. A shockwave shot out of the bottom of his staff, knocking back hundreds of goblins. As the shockwave dissipated, he dropped the illusion spell. All of the goblins in the large cave turned their attention toward him. The goblin leader began shouting orders, and Cormac started launching fireballs at the goblins around him. A jet of fire began spitting out of the end of his staff as he twirled it around at the goblins. Several of the goblins were seared by the flames and screamed in pain. The dwarf used the fiery staff to keep the goblins at bay as he slowly backed toward the tunnel from which he came. Furious at the intrusion, the goblin’s leader ordered his men to follow. The entire host of the goblin army took chase as Cormac continued down the passage.
He waited for the majority of the goblin force to enter the tunnel before collapsing the end of it, cutting off the force from their camp and their leader. Borfin and his men rushed into the camp to find less than a hundred goblins. They engaged the stragglers and fought their way to the goblin leader. He was a particularly ugly goblin who wielded two swords. Borfin attacked the leader with everything he had. It would be a match of speed versus strength. The dwarf swung his axe in a wide sweep from left to right, trying to take off the goblin’s head. Their leader ducked the blow and thrust both of his swords at Borfin’s chest. The small swords ricocheted off the dwarf’s superior armor. Borfin swung his axe around a second time, catching the goblin in the shoulder. His smaller opponent howled in pain and dropped one of his swords. He flailed the other sword at the dwarf, but Borfin dodged the attack and brought his axe down on the goblin’s chest.
“Quickly, set the camp on fire and then get back to the castle!” Borfin yelled as he pulled his axe out of the goblin carcass.
The dwarves sprang into action, grabbing whatever torches and kindling they could find. They ran from tent to tent lighting everything they could on fire. Borfin smiled as he watched dwarven efficiency at its finest. Within a quarter of an hour, the entire camp was up in flames. The dwarves began to run back to the tunnel from which they came. Borfin waited for the last of the dwarves to exit the camp before leaving. He wanted to make sure that none of his men had been left behind. A smile formed on his face as he looked back over his shoulder and saw the flames rising from the tents and the smoke billowing through the passages.
*
Sev stumbled into the town of Riverton, still coughing from his fight with the Shaman. The town looked exactly as he had remembered it. There were several houses, a blacksmith shop, a town hall, a church, a tavern, a water mill, and a small bazaar. He shook his head as the pain began to return. The spell that the Shaman had used on him was still affecting him. His men followed cautiously behind him. Sev was the only Ranger that regularly visited any of the outlying towns. Between the Druids overbearing rules and the elves outrageous stories, extremely few Rangers ever expressed interest in the outside world. Sev had long ago figured out that the Druids and elves exaggerated in their tales of those from outside the Old Forest. He kept the information to himself so as not to undermine the Druid Council.
They made their way through the bazaar, stopping momentarily when Sev needed to. His injuries were more severe than he wanted to let on, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him from warning the townspeople. Several villagers recognized Sev and tried to help him, but he waved them off and continued struggling down the path toward the town hall. He spotted the mayor exiting the
He raised his staff in the air and then slammed it down hard on the ground. A shockwave shot out of the bottom of his staff, knocking back hundreds of goblins. As the shockwave dissipated, he dropped the illusion spell. All of the goblins in the large cave turned their attention toward him. The goblin leader began shouting orders, and Cormac started launching fireballs at the goblins around him. A jet of fire began spitting out of the end of his staff as he twirled it around at the goblins. Several of the goblins were seared by the flames and screamed in pain. The dwarf used the fiery staff to keep the goblins at bay as he slowly backed toward the tunnel from which he came. Furious at the intrusion, the goblin’s leader ordered his men to follow. The entire host of the goblin army took chase as Cormac continued down the passage.
He waited for the majority of the goblin force to enter the tunnel before collapsing the end of it, cutting off the force from their camp and their leader. Borfin and his men rushed into the camp to find less than a hundred goblins. They engaged the stragglers and fought their way to the goblin leader. He was a particularly ugly goblin who wielded two swords. Borfin attacked the leader with everything he had. It would be a match of speed versus strength. The dwarf swung his axe in a wide sweep from left to right, trying to take off the goblin’s head. Their leader ducked the blow and thrust both of his swords at Borfin’s chest. The small swords ricocheted off the dwarf’s superior armor. Borfin swung his axe around a second time, catching the goblin in the shoulder. His smaller opponent howled in pain and dropped one of his swords. He flailed the other sword at the dwarf, but Borfin dodged the attack and brought his axe down on the goblin’s chest.
“Quickly, set the camp on fire and then get back to the castle!” Borfin yelled as he pulled his axe out of the goblin carcass.
The dwarves sprang into action, grabbing whatever torches and kindling they could find. They ran from tent to tent lighting everything they could on fire. Borfin smiled as he watched dwarven efficiency at its finest. Within a quarter of an hour, the entire camp was up in flames. The dwarves began to run back to the tunnel from which they came. Borfin waited for the last of the dwarves to exit the camp before leaving. He wanted to make sure that none of his men had been left behind. A smile formed on his face as he looked back over his shoulder and saw the flames rising from the tents and the smoke billowing through the passages.
*
Sev stumbled into the town of Riverton, still coughing from his fight with the Shaman. The town looked exactly as he had remembered it. There were several houses, a blacksmith shop, a town hall, a church, a tavern, a water mill, and a small bazaar. He shook his head as the pain began to return. The spell that the Shaman had used on him was still affecting him. His men followed cautiously behind him. Sev was the only Ranger that regularly visited any of the outlying towns. Between the Druids overbearing rules and the elves outrageous stories, extremely few Rangers ever expressed interest in the outside world. Sev had long ago figured out that the Druids and elves exaggerated in their tales of those from outside the Old Forest. He kept the information to himself so as not to undermine the Druid Council.
They made their way through the bazaar, stopping momentarily when Sev needed to. His injuries were more severe than he wanted to let on, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him from warning the townspeople. Several villagers recognized Sev and tried to help him, but he waved them off and continued struggling down the path toward the town hall. He spotted the mayor exiting the
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