The Battle with the Ogre

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

A conceited mercenary must kill an ogre to complete a job.

As I walk into the swampy marsh, I hear buzzing noises of the gnazzers and the dranglips fluttering their tiny, annoying wings. Every step I take, green muck rises up my thighs, “How much longer will it take to find this stupid Ogre!?” I thought to myself, confident of my success. I kept marching through the lake of bile until I found a cave on dry land. It was carved out of rock, and inside was pitch black. I finally pushed through the disgusting green muck and took my first step on dry ground in what seemed like hours. “Finally, I won’t be waist deep in sewage any longer.”

I unsheathed my long sword. Oh man, was it a beauty. It had the finest leather grip, jewels encrusted into the hilt, and the blade itself was dark grey, as shiny as it was deadly. I had won it in a duel tournament in Oswerch two years ago, and it has helped me get through quite a few, should I say, heated  disputes. I trekked into the cave, and was almost immediately surrounded by damp, heavy air. It smelled of rotten rodents and burnt corpses. “What a vile stench!” I said aloud as I nearly threw up on a nearby stake to the right of me, which I might add was displaying a decapitated sheep’s head which I was only able to see due to the torch mounted on a cage to my left, which I might also add housed a skeleton of a most likely unlucky mercenary.

I continued my journey into the cave, and eventually I came to a circular room that was filled with torches. In the middle of the room, my target was sleeping on a bed of cracked skulls, belonging to more than just sheep. Most people would turn the other cheek at the sight of this, but me, being such a brave, handsome mercenary as myself, saw this as an opportunity. I crouched, and slowly tip toed my way to the green beast. Every step I took, the details on the ogre became more and more vivid. It must have been at least 8 feet tall, and was built bigger than 2 grown men put together. Nevertheless, when I got close enough to jab him with my sword, I got a blast of what can only be described as stench in it’s rawest form. I weezed as I rammed my sword toward the beast, I hear a slight “chink.” “Oh damn me to hell, the thing must have armor on!” Oh boy, was I ever correct, The ogre awoke, with a burp of course, and revealed his shiny metallic armor, guarding him from head to toe, with only opening where his joints were.

  I reacted as fast as I could and went for a slash to his chest, hoping to maybe knock him around a bit. Nope. The beast simply shrugged it off, and revealed his massive wooden club by swinging it at my face. I crouched and rolled towards him, hoping to get a jab at his kneecaps, but this ogre was smarter than most. He kicked me in the chest mid-roll, and I was flattened against the cold, hard, rocky floor. By the time I had came back to my senses, the ogre had already begin his next attack, he slammed the club at my body on the ground, and I rolled to the side, slashing his wrist as I spun around. The ogre groaned, but not much else. I decided I would go for the first hit this time, I go for a thrust at his shoulder, and I connect! However, what I didn’t think of was how to get the damned thing out of his rock hard bone. I pulled my sword as hard as I could, but the ogre, in a painful rage, grabbed me and hurdled me into the nearest wall. I slammed against it, dizzy from my head hitting a slightly jagged rock. I knew I had to act fast, as the ogre went to throw his 500 pound body onto me, I grabbed one of the torches on the walls and managed to chuck it into his face.

 The ogre roared, which seemed to almost deafen me with it’s blood curdling screams. “I might actually get out of this alive!” I thought to myself. I grabbed a rock, and made my way over to the beast, which was holding it’s face, attempting to stop the flames. As I went to smash it’s head in, the ogre back handed me into the ground. The flames had dwindled, and he was ready to break me in half. I layed on the ground, hoping that he would miss. The ogre, took his club, and slammed it into my beautiful visage, and all I saw was darkness.  I felt cold, and it felt like there was a knot in my chest, tangled in my ribs. I then felt free, relaxed. I looked around, and realized I was floating! “Wow! How did I make it out of this!?”  I thought to myself.  But then I looked behind me, and saw me, on the ground. Bits of my face littering several areas of the room. I watch as the aggravated monster adds my crushed skull to his collection.


Submitted: March 29, 2012

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Chris Gerard

Haha. Nice one, well done Taz.

Thu, March 29th, 2012 9:05pm

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