Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands,
King Timetory paced up and down in his study. The arrival of the
four teenagers had brought a mixed response. Some were uneasy and
felt as if they could be spies for the trolls, but on the other
hand, they were helping the dwarves immensely, as they were
extremely talented in the art of combat, and had come as a moral
boost to many of his soldiers. The arrival of two humans, an elf
and a dwarf together symbolised the relationship between the
races, and it hadmade the dwarves realise that they were not
alone. However,the King had his mind on more pressing issues.
Four people were not going to overthrow and entire troll army.
They had reports that the final siege was due tomorrow, and he
was less than unprepared. He had begun arrangements and sent out
for some aid from Malwrym, and Timron, city of the Gnomes, butso
far he had received no response. He didn't expect to hear from
the Gnomes, as from all accounts their city was in disarray.
"Something to do with a missing member of the royal blood line,
apparently," the King thought.
"What is it, Parmen? I'm afraid I'm busy preparing for the
"That's just it, sire. The trolls are approaching here, now!"
"Our scouts have just spotted them!"
"Assemble every force that can be spared. Do not leave any part
of this city undefended. Gather the civilians into the assembly
room, and do it NOW!" King Timetory picked up Sawniea, and then
left his room. It was time...
"Oh for goodness sakes Amie I'm fine!" Rhen cried out in
frustration. After they had been told Vetsom would soon come
under heavy attack, Rhen had tried to convince Amie to let her
fight. Amie was as stubborn as any other hunter and she was
determined not to be moved on the subject. Thankfully for Rhen,
Samsoon decided to intervene.
"Amie we are going to need every sword we've got, or in Rhen's
case, magic. Very few dwarves have the gift of magic she will be
of great help!" Amie gave in reluctantly. Two against one was not
good if it flared up into a full blown argument. She left to get
some more arrows, and Samsoon, Avey and Rhen were left in a room
together. Rhen stared involuntarily at Avey. She still hadn't
been able to figure him out, and she was close to asking him
point blank what he was hiding. He wouldn't answer any of her
questions. He only seemed to talk to Samsoon, but as far as Rhen
could tell, Avey hadn't told him much either. Rhen detached
herself from her stare and gazed down at her markings. They had
changed again. A little spooked by the combination of strange
dreams and impossible changes to her mage identity, she left the
room, soon followed by Avey and Samsoon. They heard a loud horn
as soon as they stepped outside. The battle of Vetsom had
The ground suddenly burst into flames. The dwarven soldiers were
somewhat scared at first, but they the noticed only the trolls
and the sprinkling of Orcs were affected. The fire was somewhat
short lived, and it only killed a few of the attackers, but it
was a start. Explosions went off left right and centre as the
trolls tried to breach the walls. Rhen gave everything she had to
setting out curse after curse, and setting troll after troll on
fire or frying their brains with electricity. Amie happily shot
out the new arrows at the unsuspecting trolls. She missed
occasionally, however a miss was soon followed by a direct hit.
Avey smashed brains and flesh as he engaged in combat with the
uncivilised creatures, usually back to back with Samsoon, who
wielded his sword with great strength. The King himself was
forced to stay back in order to avoid injury, but from where he
was, he did a great deal of damage. Despite his age, the King was
still as stealthy and had as much strength in his muscles as any
other dwarf. But despite these individual successes, they were
still losing the battle. They were outnumbered heavily, (by about
ten to one), but they did have one advantage-they fought
together. The trolls mainly went their separate ways, killing on
their own. The teens soon began to realise this was why the
trolls had to have so many in each army, because if they did not
they would have no hope. The trolls seemed to try to exhaust the
opposition into defeat. But it was not working here. Between the
mages, hunters, warriors and paladins, the dwarves were slowly
turning the tide of battle. The pace of the battle quickened, and
before long, over half of the trolls were dead or dying. But
there was still a long way to go. The dwarves soon hit a
stumbling block as the trolls were now approaching on all sides,
closing in on the army.
"CLAR SON'ACH MUQUAN!" bellowed the King. The ancient battle cry
put spirit back into the dwarves' blood, and they fought
ferociously, decimating the trolls quickly. The creatures began
to retreat slowly, but they did so with a grin on their faces.
And as the other dwarves cheered at the victory, King Timetory
knew something wasn't right. Rhen saw it in his face and she made
her way over to him.
"DIE!" cackled a troll hunter in a menacing tone. It launched an
arrow that pierced the King's chest, who fell to the ground
instantly. The crowd screamed and shot down the troll. Civilians
and soldiers alike fell into complete mayhem; running, crying,
screaming and trying to reach the King. Priests rushed forward,
but they knew it was already too late to do anything. The King's
army general and adviser had not only his trusted friend's death
in his mind, but also who would now control Vetsom, with no heirs
to the throne that had been in the King's family for generations.
He reacheddown toward the King, feeling the life force leavethe
body, and grew pale. Amie, Avey, Rhen and Samsoon stood behind
the crowd after being forced back by the grieving dwarves. A
monarch's death was a tragedy, whether of your own race or not.
The terrible shrieks of the dwarves chilled the blood of the
travellers. Rhen shook her head and moved further away from the
mourning crowd, followed swiftly by Amie. Samsoon stood there,
paralysed, next to the human he was slowly coming to call a
friend. The scorching daylight soon became a peaceful, cool
night, and the crowd thinned as they retreated to their homes,
minds numb with the prospect of the events of the previous hours.
Couriers left the city with notifications of the King's death,
headed for Malwrym, Zams-Shen, Timron and Abasham. The citizens
of Vetsom wept in their sleep as the night drifted on, wondering
what would become of them now...