The dwarves armor
clinked and clanked as they hustled along down the trail following
the rather odd ranger. "The goblins will hear us coming from a
mile away!" whined Felgrin. Without stopping or slowing Adbar
boxed Felgrin's ears and continued jogging. Poor Felgrin was the
youngest of the dwarves and received such treatment quite often. Soon
the sounds of goblins yelling and also the cries of agony from the
wounded were heard alongside the twang of several bow strings. "Hurry
dwarves hurry we need to hit the goblins flank when we are in sight
of the elves they will draw swords and charge now hurry"
Therwalt instructed. The dwarves tightened their grips on weapons and
when the goblins were in range Adbar and Germain simply lowered their
heads and bowled over a group of goblins while Felgrin and Renal
quite literally leapt into the goblins ranks while Felkin and
Therwalt just simply cut down any goblin they saw. In mere moments
the goblin force had been reduced from the group of 150 that had
survived the elves to 40 goblins scrambling down the trail trying to
save their necks. "Elwar and Arna mount up and go after them the
rest of you help me burn the rest of these scum" Therwalt
ordered while kicking a dead goblin at his feet. Elwar and Arna
thundered down the trail on their magnificent horses and in mere
moments had caught up to the goblins and finished them off. The
dwarves piled the dead goblins up while Therwalt lit a torch which
then ignited the dead goblins like paper in a bonfire. "Well
that was a good start eh dwarves?" Therwalt chuckled. The
dwarves roared in agreement when Elwar and Arna returned with
absolute panic in their eyes. "What is it my friends?"
Therwalt questioned. "Fire on the other side of the forest we
think it's another goblin force attacking the village" Arna
explained. Some of the dwarves groaned but Felkin hushed them up.
"You all remember what happened to the dwarves from Grenrock how
they got slaughtered by goblins, we will not allow this to happen
again now move out dwarves!" Felkin started bounding down the
trail towards where the smoke was coming from and the dwarves
followed him. When they were out of sight Therwalt turned to his
elven companions. "Ha ha ha I like him, now let's go see what's
happening" And the four of them bolted down the trail with the
elves on horseback. It took awhile but the party managed to trace
their way down the trail and to the village which was surrounded by
goblins and even a troll. One particular ring of goblins surrounded
the three surviving warriors from the village who were fighting for
their lives. The dwarves charged in and just mercilessly cut down any
goblin they saw while the elves covered them from behind with their
bows. Therwalt and Felkin charged the troll together. Therwalt would
distract the troll while Felkin hacked away at it's legs eventually
dropping it to one knee. Felkin leaped into the air and sunk his ax
into the skull of the troll as Therwalt drove his sword into the
beasts throat. The troll collapsed forward dead at Therwalt's feet
as the dwarves managed to drive off the goblins. As the goblins were
driven off the inhabitants of the village that had survived emerged
to thank their saviors while the warriors held back. Therwalt
cautiously approached the three warriors with his hands raised so
they could see he was unarmed. "What happened here exactly my
good men?" He asked kindly. The tallest warrior stepped forward
a man with blonde hair. His armor rent, his sword notched, his body
covered with blood and cuts made him look rather ragged indeed. "We
were ambushed by the goblins, caught unprepared they slaughtered the
village guard and most of the villagers before a group of ten of us
managed to form a shield wall and repel them for a time. The others
fell while we three remained fighting and that's when you got here.
Our thanks strangers. I am Eol captain of the guard and we are in
your debt" The man explained and he bowed after he finished
speaking. Therwalt merely laughed. "it was our pleasure"
and he returned the bow. Felkin trundled forward at this time. "Your
village appears to be destroyed perhaps you could come with us to our
camp" he offered. Eol simply shook his head. "Word had been
sent to the king the cavalry is coming and they are to escort us to
Revenwil the elven settlement" He explained. Felkin did not want
these three warriors to leave after seeing their battle prowess. Eol
however walked over and stood with the dwarves. "I however am
working with you to hunt those monsters down" he declared. His
comrades tried to argue but he simply replied "it was my fault
we lost the men we did and I intend to avenge them so don't try and
stop me just escort the people to Revenwil. Now go" Reluctantly
his comrades mounted their horses which they had just found and rode
up to the head of the column of villagers where thirty of the king's
cavalry had arrived and waited. Eol was rather dissapointed at the
small amount that the king had sent but knew his people would be safe
at Revenwil. As the line of villagers slowly dissapeared on the
horizon Eol leapt up into the saddle of his recently recovered horse
and then turned to the mounted elves. "Let us catch up to these
beasts and slow them enough for us to slaughter them!" The elves
however shook their heads sadly. Therwalt looked at the enraged
horseman with genuine sadness. "There was too many of them and
they have already made it back to the mountain by now. There are
thousands more goblins in the mountain and many more monsters that
need not be named." He explained sadly. "There are too few
of us to combat them" Elwar added. Eol let out a yell full of
anger and sadness. Therwalt led the group back to camp and Eol rather
angrily still followed. The elves had no need to tether their horses
they came and left as they pleased so they simply removed the baggage
from their backs and let them roam. They would return upon their
master's call. Eol however had to tether his horse to a tree. The
elves gave him a tent and a bedroll to sleep on and the rest of their
group did their best to include him to keep his mind off his sorrows
but for the most part he sat huddled against a tree sharpening and
polishing his weapons and armor. Arna came over to him with two
wooden swords in his hands. He tossed one to the horseman who looked
up at him with a questioning look. "Id like to see first hand
what you can do with a blade so stand up and defend yourself" He
informed Eol who stood up with wooden sword in hand. The elf set off
a rapid series of cuts,slashes and stabs at the horseman who just
barely blocked the elves speed proving nearly too much for him. Then
Eol's focus intensified. He stomped his foot forward tripping up the
elf and launched his own series of attacks that had the elf
backpedaling. As the elf tried to launch a counterattacking slash the
horseman swung his sword down hitting the blade out of the elf's
hands then raised the tip of his wooden sword to the elf's neck."How
in Gwilver did you do that?" Arna demanded. Elwar came forward
and picked up the dropped sword. "Yes do explain" he
encouraged. "Just my battle senses when I focus them my skills
are at their best." Eol explained before wandering off back to
his tent where he ate a small meal then went to sleep. The elves
talked long into the night about the horseman's battle prowess. It
was not easy to best Arna. Therwalt however was not truly as shocked
as the elves. He had a feeling that this horseman was special and
meant for something special but for the life of him he couldn't
pinpoint what it was. But for some reason the fact that this man had
his village destroyed, was a natural leader and was a natural warrior
kept popping into his head. That morning Eol had snuck off into the
woods to go hunting while the others slept. When they awoke they
smelled the roasting meat of two deer and the sizzling of frying bird
eggs. Eol knew the elves would not eat the eggs or meat so he had
gathered berries and other fruit for them. The dwarves happily
munched on the meat and eggs while the elves slowly ate their fruit.
"What is all this?" Therwalt questioned. Eol simply
shrugged. "Breakfast" Eol had already eaten so he went off
into a clearing to practice his technique with sword and spear. He
had whittled down branches for his training spears which he managed
to get exactly where he wanted them as he always did. His sword
sweapt through the air with a fluidity and ease that only comes from
years and years of practice. Elwar came over with the practice swords
in his hands. He threw one to Eol who dropped his sword to the other
side took a grip on the practice sword and took his battle stance.
The elf pressed forward with a combination of strikes making the
horseman backpedal. As he blocked more and more strikes the
horseman's focus again narrowed and he began pressing forward.
However unlike Arna Elwar did not lose his balance and the duel drew
to a stalemate. On and on the two dueled until Therwalt had seen
enough and broke it up. "Next time I shall defeat you" The
horseman promised Elwar. Elwar merely nodded his head and went to
find his horse for his scouting trip. "I'm going to scout the
forest" Elwar informed Therwalt who also merely nodded. Eol
meanwhile was mounting his own horse and following the elf out of
camp. "You need a horsemaster watching your back" He
informed the elf. Along the edge of the forest they went and to the
very roots of the mountain but no foul creature was found. Therwalt
meanwhile was loading his supplies onto his horse along with barrel
chested dwarf Adbar who reluctantly agreed to accompany the ranger on
a mission. Therwalt headed off down the trail that lead out of the
forest and continued north well into the night until he stopped near
the River Tyme and made camp for he and the dwarf. "My backside hurts more then if
a Trollikan bit it." The dwarf groaned. Therwalt as was his norm
merely chuckled. He pulled some smoked beef out of his pack among
other things and made a simple stew for him and the aching dwarf. Eol
and Elwar were a little surprised that Therwalt had just taken off
with Adbar but they simply shrugged it off. That night in both camps
their inhabitants huddled miserably in their tents or caves while a
storm of rain and wind, thunder and lightning sweapt through them.
Back at the main camp the elves themselves went into the dwarves'
cave with their permission and huddled in. Eol led his horse into the
back of the cave and after the horse lay down Eol lay beside it as
was his won't when it stormed like this. Long had Eol and his horse
Elpina been companions and they knew each other as well as was both
physically and mentally possible. That night not much sleep was had
between the two camps.