King Adair is the last king in Eldoria. All others have fallen to the Varanthian Empire. Hunted by gods and monsters alike, Adair finds help in the most unlikely of places, the Goblin Lands. Can Adair and the Goblins overcome the darkness that has...
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Vlor
"Tell me about your homeland, Crag," Adair said when they were all back at the lean to's. Adair needed the Goblins to have hope again, hope of freedom, and of a life outside of the mines. He had to remind them of what they had once fought for.
A steady rain was falling and the ground was muddy and uncomfortable. The three Goblins and Adair sat and shared their meager meal, one orange and a slice of hard bread for each of them. Vlor was catching drinking water in a can he had found somewhere and had managed to keep secret, the sounds of the water drops echoing loudly in the night. They each took turns drinking from the can.
"It was beautiful," Crag said chewing on an orange slice, his eyes half closed in remembrance. "My home city, Zeldon, was in the southern part of Weilthrog, close to the Wildwoods. Those woods, they weren't always cursed, you know. I would play in them as a child."
"I remember," Adair said. "I used to do the same as a lad. It had only been within the Varanthians reign that the woods have turned sour, holding a grudge against man and woman alike. What kind of magic can do that, I know not. But tell me, what was Zeldon like?"
"It was a rural community, one of several. It was full of fields of wheat and hay fields where livestock would graze. There were numerous little stone cottages with thatched roofs, flower gardens, and wooden gates. It was a peaceful community, full of farmers and families. In the summer seasons, the lightning flies would dart over the fields. Hundreds of them. Children would laugh and chase them well into the evening. It was always a serene place, and stood no chance against the Empire." He shook his head sadly.
"I loved the lightning flies," Sheela spoke up. "We didn't have many where I was from, my city was more industrial. My husband worked for one of the richest men in town. You see, my husband was a machinist, and made many different mechanical things. We would take one of the vehicles he created out to the plains some evenings, just to watch the stars and the lightning flies emerge."
"We had those in Kael," Adair smiled a half smile. "My brother and I loved to chase them so. What is it that you miss the most about your home?"
"The Syndarian Festival...that was my favorite time of year." Vlor spoke. "I loved all of the colors and lights. And of course the good food. We would hold the festival in Zahkor, our land's capital. It was our celebration of the New Year, and there would be fire-poppers streaking across the sky. They looked just like shooting stars. The children would cheer when they exploded, clapping their hands and laughing with glee." Vlor chewed on the hard crust of a piece of bread. "I would give anything to see those days again."
"The Sinks of Lor." Sheela almost whispered. "In Zahkor. They were so beautiful. My brothers and I used to go inside those caverns, swimming in the cool, mineral rich waters. The water was said to have had a restorative property. I liked to sit by the banks and read during the cooler days, I read a lot as a youngling." she said almost apologetically.
