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at Richter, “Give
me a count to fifty while I move to the other side of them. Then power your
arrow and hit the ugly one with the club.”
     “I haven’t Imbued successfully
yet,” Richter replied in a soft hiss.
     “It’s time to man up then,”
Sion said. “One day you might be good enough to sprite up,” he added with a
smirk.
     “Fine, let’s do this! But which
one is the ugly one?”
     “Exactly,” the Sprite said
maintaining his expression, and then blended into the woods.
     Clearing his mind, he waited
patiently. After the required time had elapsed, Richter knocked an arrow, and
extended his aura. Counting his heart beats, he tried to let his mana flow into
the arrow and a golden hue began to surround his arrow flickering in and out of
intensity. Taking aim on the goblin whose back was to him he let his air fly.
His mana had not successfully filled the arrow! The gold glow went as soon as
the arrow left the string, but luckily it struck the goblin in the back, the
surprise nature of the attack magnifying the damage. The goblin fell to the
ground shrieking. The other goblins jumped to their feet, and began to move
toward him.
     A split second later, a blue
streak struck the middle goblin in its now turned back with explosive force.
Its chest exploded outward, and blood spattered on the ground in front of
Richter. The blast momentarily disoriented the remaining two. A second arrow
from Richter struck a goblin in the leg, while another blue streak ended the
life of the last standing goblin. Sion rushed toward the remaining goblin with
his sword drawn prepared to end its life.
     “Wait!” Richter shouted.
     With a sneer on his face, Sion
asked “Why?”
     “We need to know why they are here
and how many there are. I can understand what it’s saying. We just need to get it to talk.”
     “That won’t be a problem,” Sion
said with a grim voice.
     After they finally silenced the
goblin, they looked at each other, daunted by the task in front of them. These
four they had killed were simply the tip of the spear. A large company of
goblins had made their way into the Forest of Nadria led by a goblin chieftain
that the scout had only called “Big Red.” Richter’s comment that cinnamon was
always troublesome was met by only a confused glance from Sion. He shook his
head. The ignorance of the sprite was causing him to miss out on comedic
genius!
     Sion had been surprised that
the goblins had banded together. Apparently, the green skinned humanoids were
naturally combative. Usually could not be held together in groups larger than
eight or twelve before they fell to infighting. Occasionally however, a leader
strong enough or viscious enough, rose to power and
forced the minor tribes to band together. Apparently this Big Red had forced
several smaller bands to serve him. The exact number they didn’t know. Not for
lack of trying or unwillingness of the scout to “cooperate.” Large numbers were
simply beyond the intellect of the goblin. His counting system was limited to
one, two, lots and then “lots and lots.” Apparently the goblin chief had
gathered “lots,” and was in the Forest searching a dungeon for an item of power
so that he could then be strong enough to garner even more support.
     The mystery of the rabid wolves
was still that, but the goblin did reveal that there was a goblin magic user
that worked closely with the chief. The scout hadn’t been able to describe what
type of magic he could employ, but Sion told Richter that goblin mages were
often involved with death or dark magic.
     Richter looked at Sion, “Do you
have any idea where this dungeon would be?” The goblin scout has just indicated
it was somewhere north of their location.
     Shaking his head the sprite
replied, “We are getting closer to the boundaries of the forest. The human
Kingdom Yves lies to the several weeks journey to the west, the Serrated
Mountains are a week’s journey north, the Azergoth Swamp