Tales of Nyandor 6: Trials of the void

Chapter 2

The dwarves finally finished their new ship after weeks of working. None of them knew how but the fog vanished leaving them free to go home.

The journey back wouldn't as easy but better then being stuck there waiting for the fog to return.

'Captain Gundarr!' 'Hm?' 'I finally translated it! Most of the text is philosophic garbage but there is one reference to the hammer. It says "the hammer of the great smith lies where the first flame of creation forged the world". Not sure what that means but we're now closer than any point in our history!'

'The great kind will be pleased. I'm telling ya lads we'll all get promotion for this!' they all cheered and was about to grab their mugs but then remembered it sunk to the ocean...

All they had was fruit and fish and from the strange land. 'Well...We'll drink when we get back..'

*

Elissa inspected the city's new defenses regularly, checking every tower, every catapult, every patrol.

'When are those new ballistas coming up?' 'Soon, we should have them armed and ready by tomorrow.' 'Good. We can't be taken by surprise again.'

'You're worried.' Olaf commented on her state.

'Well of course I am. The last attack would have destroyed us. We can't ever be that defenceless again, we need to be able to withstand a proper siege!'

'With mages on their side that seems unlikely.' the assistant worried.

'Mages aren't invincible boy, shoot them with a arrow and they go down like everyone else.'

'What good is arrows against magic?' 'Its all in the aim..'

Suddenly a messenger came running towards them.

'Lady Elissa! Disturbing news from the front!...we..we..' he tried to speak with barely any air in his lungs.

'Breathe for goodness sake!' 'Aztaroth...he has taken Nyandor.'

The air fell silent and colder at that very sentence, like a hammer of frost had just struck down on them.

'Are...sure? He actually did it?....'

'Yes my lady....we don't know how but words is spreading like a plague! Aztaroth has control of the city!'

'Then...Elena is to late! We lost!'

'The fight isn't over as long as we stand. Your people can either give up or die fighting Elissa.'

She took some deep breaths. If she surrendered they would all be slaves most likely. Or test subjects for some mages sick experiments. Dying while fighting back seemed like the best option.

'Fine...but that means we need to double our defenses. We are now outnumbered a thousand to one.'

'I'll let them now.' the assistant said as he hurried away.

'Gods, if they're even listening anymore, help us...'

*

Behind locked doors at the Nyandor citadel one of the council members was currently yelling at the two heads of security. One of the guards and door security and the other of magical defenses.

'I DONT CARE HOW THAT WORKS!! All I care about is how that THING got in here!'

'That's what we're saying! We don't know know! We have a miniature army of the best soldiers guarding every entrance and patrolling every corridor.

Not to mention we maintained the very same barriers Khalandor erected five hundred years ago to stop anyone from teleporting inside! It shouldn't be possible.'

'Yet somehow that thing still found a way trough! If you two idiots don't figure this out then we're all dead!!'

The council member stormed out, almost running down the hallway in pure rage. In one day he lost all control to some kind of demon with little effort. It was beyond humiliating!

He swore heads were gonna roll for this!

That was until one of the guards stopped him suddenly.

'Lord Aztaroth wants to see you.' in a single sentence all his anger was replaced by fear.

'I see....ok then...' whatever it was, it was only gonna end one way.