Fearless

dai 51 shō

“They sure are persistent, I believe we going to have to get rid of them before we reach the dwarven city, lest they cause trouble there too.” Ron said solemnly, listening to the sound of the footsoldiers crashing through the overgrowth in the distance. “We won’t make it to the city if they continue to pursue. You would prefer getting there as soon as possible, but unless we pull multiple sleepless nights, we have no chance.” The raccoon human added. “Most of you can go without sleep for quite a while, but you also have humans with you, leaving the exhaustion of sleepless nights to slow our movements.” The dwarf said. Suddenly a crash echoed through the forest. “Wha was tha?” Claremont exclaimed. “Someone set off a treefall trap, hopefully such things will buy us time.” The Galaxy print clothed woman said. “Very good observation, unfortunately that also means they’ve walked into the forbidden grounds, meaning there’s a chance that the denizens of the forbidden grounds might come looking for the reason behind a convoy of armed soldiers came barging through.” The raccoon human said. “What’s in the forbidden grounds?” Einkapf asked worriedly. “Long ago this whole area was a metropolis, the forbidden grounds being it’s center, humans and demihumans lived in peace here, races such as ogres, cyclops etc. , however were not allowed into the city. I don’t know exactly what the people here did to anger their patron, or even which deity was their patron, but one day they did, and the majority of the city disappeared entirely, the forbidden grounds are the only remnants of the once sprawling metropolis, forever cursed to exist, their occupants cursed with a terrible curse, turning them into horrendous creatures, beyond recognition by any of the known races.” The galaxy print clothed woman recited. “You know your history, it was one of the most major cataclysmic events in history, the once grand city of Drea crumbled to ash overnight. They worshiped an unknown deity that supersedes the deities worshiped in our days, only hints of what the deity was like remains. They got too confident, the rulers started referring to themselves as mortal gods, none making it through even one term as the ruler of Drea. Then came along a bard, a story teller, that rose to power, living longer than his predecessors, despite making all the same claims, no matter what the patron of the city threw at him, he continued to live. He died in his sleep, much to the patrons displeasure. To prevent another such as this mortal, the patron did this.” The raccoon human said. A cloud of gloom settled over the group. It seemed as if the air froze, for it got deathly cold. “We must keep moving, we have to get to the city fast.” The raccoon human continued, ushering the group to continue moving. “Halt, you are entering dwarven territory, state your names and business.” A voice said in the dark. “Come on brother, you know me, with me is an entourage with a severely wounded member, they’re here for the healing of that member.” The dwarf said. “A necro-poison wound, very well, we shall escort you to the town, may the queen of Dwarvein be gracious to your friends.” The voice said, several dwarves emerging from behind trees, forming lines on each side of the group.