No Storm Lasts Forever, a DND inspired story, by Allan Concillado

Chapter Two: The Goblin Horde, Part Three

The ogre, after a few more pats from his hand, extinguished the fire and turned to the golden warrior. The behemoth of an ogre screamed at the hero and their posse, charging at them a moment after. The elite soldier waited a moment for the bastard to get within range of striking and ducked underneath him as he was preoccupied with swinging his club downwards. They charged up the ogre's back and rested their legs against the shoulders of the ogre as they lay their steel katana in front of the beast's neck. The ogre let loose another screech as he attempted to grasp the nimble hero only to find the hero slitting the throat and jumping off him using his shoulders as a makeshift launch plate. the ogre for the first time in its life lacked the strength to move, so he gave in and allowed his body to obey nature and fall. It only took 1 second for the dust to settle but it took another 10 seconds before the noise of the crash was fully able to dissipate from the echo of the cave.

The ground was shaken from the fall as loose crystals began to fly all about the cave. The elite soldier had only the time to raise their shield before the dust reached them, shoving them back 5 feet. Ledias reacted first and decided to help her. "Let's go, the monster still lives," she called. Everyone followed suit and charged the great thing. Ledias launched at the Ogre and begin to hack at the limbs of the ogre and dashed away before the ogre could smack him. Phil and Sorvex stood behind the abomination and sunk their blades into the back of the ogre in perfect synchronization.

Slayer moved towards the fallen mountain in great haste but was forced to stop and cough due to the dust entering his mouth. Midnight casted Acid Splash once again and sent it flying towards the ogre's face. Cyprus finally successful in her mission of turning the forest of crystals into glass found herself staring at the final untouched crystal dangling upon the cavern roof, determined to turn it as well.

Justin quickly began to blow into his wooden flute in a frantic, energy filled tone, directing the lively music towards the cold stone of the caven's floor. His mind became clear as his ancestors came to him in a blurry but viable hallucination. They held hands and a green aura surrounded him. from the barren stone emerged life, vines to be more specific, the plants grew long and stretched out through the cavern and found itself wrapped around the ogre. The plants soon matched the tone of justin's sound as they started to grow thorns to imitate the intensity of his song.

The ogre on his last legs, on one knee looked upon the golden hero and spoke in a deep and spiteful tone. "I refuse to... die alone hero..." he muttered in perfect common as he gathered the fragments of strength he was left with to draw his javelin from his belt. He grasped upon the wood of the javelin as he reeled his right arm, and like the god of lighting threw his mighty bolt of steel at the golden warrior without fear or doubt.

"Look out!" Phil yelled. The hero had only the time to glance up take witness of the avenging bolt of hate, speeding towards her. Black hair whipped in front of them as they saw the just paladin place herself in front of them. The force of the flying weapon effortlessly took her alongside the crude javelin, allowing the holy one to fly for a moment before crashing into the far end of the cavern pinning her to the wall with the rod of wood protruding outwards from the right of her chest, absolutely annotating the heroic avenger's rightmost lung, ribcage, and back. The golden hero was unable to react to such an event, so there they stood, paralyzed in shock perhaps, but not for too long as a full second passed by before they run towards dear sweet Ledias.

Ledias was found dangling 4 feet off the ground when they finally reached her. slightly unbalanced she turned a little bit to the left as her weight readjusted her angle, causing her to widen her eyes in shock and opening her mouth only for a whimper of pain to leave her body as the oxygen supplying continued to deplete.

"LEDIAS!" Phil screamed and ran over. Everyone quickly took his side and followed Phil to Ledias's side. "Take it out of her! Quick!" Phil pleaded. The elite soldier came over with their mercenaries and began to pull out the javelin, but as they did, Ledias attempted to react to the pain once more, only for the faintest of squeaks of her voice escaped her lips as she lacks the air to properly announce her pain and distress.