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Ashgan the Weary

Short Stories
- A Grim Event
- A Dwarven Legend
- Power To The Horde

A Grim Event (5 ratings)
         by Ashgan the Weary
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We observed for a moment but all we saw were the green hills in the distance and all we heard were the well-known drums. Going back to the fort seemed a reasonable course of action right now and it was taken immediately. As we approached the castle we noticed some movement on the distant hills and soon recognized the blood - red banners of the Horde which were crowding the hills in a great multitude. Upon entering the keep, we all took a deep breath and calmed down. I remembered what was on my mind just before we heard the drums beating and I had to ask my master now: "Master, might I ask why were those prisoners incinerated along with the greenskins? - If you had eyes in your head, you might have even understood", he answered. "Yes, I know they were Count Evitagen's men but that was hardly reason enough for what you did, Nawor!" I replied in the same voice as he used, excluding his title on purpose. I wasn't just one of his men, I demanded some respect and courtesy, occasionally. "No, certainly not, Yamdo. The reason they perished is that they were undead?"

We stormed through the keep's gates into the relative safety of its walls. I instantly gave the orders to man the towers and prepare for a greeskin - style siege. That meant lots and lots of boiled oil. Master Nawor rushed up the stairs to his chambers where he would use the Seeing Stone to sent warnings to all of the surrounding castles and to the King himself. It was obvious that this wasn't just a goblin kindergarten excursion, the horde approaching our castle was massive. What made things even worse was our recent revelation about those undead posing as prisoners of the orcs. This suggested some sort of an alliance or a pact between them! And even a hint of such a thing was very serious, indeed. An alliance of the world's greatest menaces was a horrible threat to our civilised lives. Something like this had never before happened and one could only dream about the reasons that forged such an alliance for it was well known that the greenskins and the undead didn't really tolerate each others but killed each others on sight (as if anybody tolerates the undead or is tolerated by them). Now, however, is seemed that they overcame their petty differences and united against a mutual enemy of theirs - the Kingdom. Actually, when I thought about it, all of it suggested the existence of a very powerful leader on their side? a brilliant individual who would be able to make and command such a force. So, it was definitely not an orc? yes, there had to be somebody very powerful, very strong? not a goblin either? it could be an undead lord or even a king, but then, our astrologers predicted no major uprisings of the dead for the next seventy years! I really couldn't think about this anymore, there was no time. No time at all because our castle would not hold for long against an entire army. It was foolish to even think of preparing for a siege for there would be none, they would crush us in a single volley of their rock throwers. I had to start making retreat plans. And I hate retreating in front of the greenskins! Mainly because of my human pride, but also due to the fact that the orcs are somewhat faster than us humans and their pursuit could stretch out for days. There were no major Kingdom armies in this region right now and that meant we could all end up being on the run for quite some time. I remember my thoughts clearly in that instant of quick realizations: "Damn their green souls! We could very easily die on this grim day!"


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