The Treasure of the Dwarven City

The Battle

Roger first went to the direction of the king, pushing past other dwarves if necessary. Few dwarves turned to look, and the ones who did quickly turned back to their own battle. Roger looked around and saw that the dwarves were losing.

The barons were all well trained but still, they were outnumbered. No baron or attacker fell yet, but Roger could obviously see that the barons were getting tired quickly. The attackers were also skilled with the sword and often barons were defending from two attackers.

Roger went to the quickest battle near him. There was a female defender against two attackers. Roger still hesitated, as he knew if he killed one of the attackers he was pitching his life in with the barons. But still, Roger felt some loyalty to the king who had been kind to him.

Roger swung his sword, the first time since his battle with Drevic. It brought back bad memories, and Roger brushed them away. The sword swung through the air and dug into the dwarves neck. The dwarf fell, dead before he reached the ground. The other two dwarves, baron and attacker alike, stared at him.

Then the baron quickly lunged, digging her sword into the remaining attackers side. She looked at him, appreciation in her eyes. Then she nodded her thanks and went to help another baron who was outnumbered. With that little help, the odds were evened a little.

There was blood and cries in the air, but as Roger looked around he saw that no other dwarf, other then the two who had just died before him, had died. Roger felt sick at killing the attacker. Roger had killed plenty of animals like deer and rabbits. But then it was for food, and plus the dwarf was also an intelligent being like him. The dwarf had another life, and his family would miss him.

But Roger knew he had to help, as the damage was already done. If he didn’t help the barons win, then the attackers would be victorious. But Roger had killed an attacker, and he would not be treated kindly.

Roger went to another battle, a male baron against two dwarves. Roger decided that he wouldn’t kill someone, but let the baron do it. Roger quickly made a plan, one that would allow him to help without him killing another dwarf.

Roger quietly stepped forward, and as the attacker pressed the baron, Roger yelled in his ear.  The attacker leaped back and crashed into Roger. The baron was smart and took the opportunity to spear the attacker.

But there was another one, and being angry at the death of his comrade, swung his sword at Roger. Roger sprang back, but still got a cup that went from his right shoulder to his waist. The pain made Roger gasp, not noticing when the baron got revenge for Roger.

The odds were way better now, as it was thirty-two barons versus thirty-four attackers. The barons were still outnumbered, but the two barons that Roger freed quickly used Roger’s tactic. They were teaming up on attackers now and quickly forced a rough border around them.

But Roger never knew all of that. His wound throbbed, and as he tried to straighten he gasped. Blood was soaking Roger tunic, and as he looked up briefly he saw the king, surrounded by three attackers.

The king was covered in bruises and cuts, but a baron was going to help. Relieved, Roger lay on the floor, hoping to pass out. He wanted a relief to his burning wound, and only the comforting darkness could provided that.

But as Roger opened his eyes again, hoping to see the barons finishing the attackers, instead he saw the worst thing possible. He saw mad dwarf coming over, having escaped the barons.

The marauder braced himself and kicked Roger, hard. Roger flew though the air, coming down on a thump that nearly made Roger pass out. he walked to Roger and knelt.

“I saw what you did to my fellow dwarves. Without you, we would have won. We would have helped you, while we were made rulers. But instead, you teamed with the king. You just don’t realize what you have done did you,” he whispered in Roger’s ear.

The dwarf drew back a fist and punched Roger in the face. There was a cheer from the barons, having arrested the attackers. The dwarves who had been so intent on murdering the current rulers were not begging for mercy. A few brave, or foolish, dwarves shouted idle threats, while the barons just laughed.

But that didn’t matter to Roger, with his threat so near. The dwarf brought his sword to rest on Roger neck, not hard enough to draw blood.

“I will take revenge for my teammates. They were not my friends but together we could have succeeded. You destroyed our plans, our hope, and not you will pay.” The dwarf slowly pressed harder, a line of red now showing on Roger neck.

Roger closed his eyes, as the dwarf seemed to draw himself together. Roger couldn’t believe he would die then. He didn’t even see his family again. Then he steeled himself as, as the attacker began the final push.