The Keeper of Tales by Jonathon Mast

Author:Jonathon Mast [Mast, Jonathon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Owl Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-02-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Four

The unnamed creature conferred with the goblins in their chittering language. That and the wind served as the only sounds of this high place for a time that stretched far too long.

At last the creature turned to us. “My children have made their report, and now they are free to pursue newer vows made to darker beings. Any threat you pose to me will be sufficiently dealt with by my dear ones.” As it spoke, it regained its former size and features. “Farewell, storytellers. May you rot in whatever afterlife you have dreamed for yourselves.” It leaped across the chasm and disappeared into the thicket.

With that, the goblins turned and rushed toward us. They slashed with curved, jagged blades.

We met them with force.

More goblins began to pour onto the tooth. My eyes could not focus on the new arrivals long. A gray-green form darted toward me. I stepped out of the way and spun. I thrust Northwind into it as it passed. I felt my blade pierce skin and strike at bone. Before I could breathe, another assailant attacked me.

Even as I fought, I knew how the others fared in this struggle, but not as a general is able to feel the battle around him. I knew what would be necessary to speak this journey as a tale.

Abani danced again, and now there was a delight in her eyes. Here, finally, she could strike out and attack without fear. Finally, in our journeys we had come to an enemy that was not a friend bewitched. There was nothing to hold us back, and we could not flee. She spun, and her sword appeared to strike many goblins at once. I thought I could even hear her singing, though I couldn’t make out the words. Her sword blows matched the rhythm of her song. I seemed to hear an echo of her song, a countermelody sung by a man. Another fought in silks beside Abani, dancing with her in perfect complement to her movements. I could only wonder at what I saw.

Lazul roared in joy and rage. More than a few goblin heads flew into the space beyond the teeth, sent by the axe of a dwarven chief.

Daragen rolled and bobbed between his foes, striking with knives from behind when they least expected it. He smiled as he released pent up frustrations.

Galatea jumped from spot to spot, dropping small bulbs of oil every place her feet touched. She flipped over one goblin, splashing oil on its head as she passed over. She then struck flint, and the ground around her lit. Goblins hissed in pain as the flames devoured them in sudden heat.

Yolian’s worded armor had returned. However, now he held a blade of light, much like the one Cerulean had used. He struck at goblins, and they fell, though I could see no wounds. The sound of goblin shrieks drowned out the words he spoke.

The vision showed me Badron. It stood near me, dodging through my forms and protecting me.

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