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Tale 8 - What lurks on the hills

Itha weightlilacs was the princess of the Sheen of Lashes. Avecovema the great natural force that permeates the World of Visions had entrusted her with the duty of helping her elven kin prosper in the north-eastern lands. Itha was proud of her people, they explored their world, taming dangerous beast and learning to stablish a thriving civilization in complete harmony with nature. The young world was full of monsters that threaten their way of life so Itha became adept at the art of battle to protect her people while at the same time help maintain the balance of the natural world.

Her connection with Avecovema was so deep that she breathed at unison with the earth and all her graceful movements were one and the same with the winds and the rivers, so when she first set foot on Lemakifino she felt within the essence of her being that this was where their capital should be erected. And she knew then, that her destiny was tied to this thick, dark forest, thus, Hillstyle was born in the middle of the Uncertain Forest.

As the firsts of their kind Itha and her people sought to explore as far and wide as they could, so they learned much about the young world and their place in it.

Itha led many explorative parties and it was in one of those excursions that she experienced a sensation that would mark the start of a great source of anxiety for her. Despite having dealt with many dangers in this untamed world, even after engaging in battle with the dusk ogress Oce Shademurk who’s glowing yellow eyes burned in her mind the memory of feeling savage fear and incontrollable rage; Itha was not prepared for the dread that caused every organ in her body to stop working altogether. It occurred as they ventured on a path that took them out of the Uncertain Forest and onto the southernmost parts of the Hills of Illness.

She had expected, once they came out of the foliage to be greeted by a breath-taking expanse with view to the Points of Partnering’s highest peaks. But what took her breath away was the immense sense of horror that invaded her when she laid eyes on the desolate hills, they found themselves on. No one needed to share her bond with nature to understand how bizarre the contrast between the forest and these hills appeared. Itha’s companions felt it too, although, not with the same intensity. These hills did not belong to this world, or perhaps they did but something had corrupted them to such extent that they had ceased to resemble Teyo Asada and were now the reflection of the topography from some other unfathomably disturbing existence.

Itha’s first instinct was to turn away and return to her world, but she knew that she could no longer live her life knowing that this close to her home something so unnatural persisted. They had no choice but to explore this aberrant land and learn of its origin and how much of a danger that might be, for there was no doubt that this abnormal place did hide or was itself a threat.

The elves dared forward and as they went deeper into this bleak realm, the sense of danger intensified and their surroundings became so unfamiliar that the lack of a reference to which compare this tenebrous place puzzled them to the point they lost all sense of the state of matter around them. The ground seemed to throb, and rocks seemed to flow, and the air was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe. And the stench was so strong and so indescribable, that, had they been able to breathe with ease, their minds would be lost to a perpetual cycle of confusion and despair.

It was only Itha’s firm determination that prevented the party to dissolve in terror or disorientation. And it was her ability to keep her wit that led the elves to what must have once been a river. There, they spied a sight that in any other circumstance would have been an unwelcome one, but here, it was almost a joyous occurrence, because it was familiar enough, to bring them back to the realization that their lives in the forest retreats and their elven families where not fabrications of their mind but real memories of what awaited them if they were able to return.

What they saw was a female goblin, she stood in a shallow part of the river intensely looking about her feet before suddenly dipping her hand, in what should have been water, and in a swift move taking it back up with a fluttering fish, that resembled more the severed tentacle of some forgotten beast than an actual fish.

The elves' reaction was uncharacteristically slow, and the goblin started to run as she saw them. Itha left an arrow fly and hit the floor in front of the goblin’s path. It made the gobbling hesitate for a fraction of a moment, long enough for Penopu Velvetylaboured to jump and take her to the ground.

Olng Blackcloud laughed defiant at the elves. “I might be the one on the ground now, with you looming over me but soon the Silty Stench will make it, so it'll be me and my kind walking over your dry and discoloured bones”. Those words did not belong to an ordinary goblin and even if they had come from a superior creature, they still were unfittingly lucid, if in form not in content, when being spat out of a mouth in the same face that wore those same delirious eyes. Perplexed, the elves interrogated the creature which continued contorting in its insanity.

“Thisosothi Epahnagnod has come forth, he mightily thrusted his jealousy for the living world in the form of a spire, from under these hills to the surface and created in this way his wondrous palace. A Palace of Boils and here his infinite power established an opening between the world of what is and the abyss, and from here he will bring death and decay to all creatures and then, him and us, his followers, the Curled Wickedness, will rule over everything”.

The hideous creature continued regurgitating words of loathing and told mad stories of monumental creatures older than time itself that lived in an immaterial prison in the depths of the earth.

These beings saw how creatures of flesh began populating the surface of their world and how elves and humans and dwarves multiplied like a plague and dominated over the World of Visions and they felt jealousy and revulsion and hate, and these feelings increased their power. Their power increased such that their prison was unable to contain it completely so some of it filtered into the living world and it consumed and twisted the flesh and blood of living beasts, thus creating ghouls and other night creatures. And that connection with the living world has given those ancient monsters a way of resurfacing and lay waste to any that opposes them.

But the time and conditions must be suitable for that to occur, and they need help from inhabitants of the surface to be able to come forth. So, these demons had told the early goblins how to perform repugnant ceremonies that they ought to complete when the time was right. Now was that time.

The pitiful goblin, with an otherworldly grin in its face, told the stunned elves that, Ijat Hobbledslunk, the colossal Thisosothi Epahnagnod had already trespassed into the living realm and infected it, establishing the place that he may use as a portal and called it Kosoth Stalkob the Palace of Boils which will soon become the centre of his dominion: Otdaamxu, Findseduced. That was the name of the place they were standing on right now.

The legendary slab Ustospon the Incidental Gutter had been found and brought to Ersimete, Helmwebbed the vault of Findseduced. Everything was ready and there was no possible way of stopping Ijat’s advent.

Sanera, the oldest and most loyal elf in the party, could not bear listening to Olng’s frenzied jabbering any longer and prepared his bow to execute her on the spot but Itha stopped him. The crazy speech of the pathetic creature was certainly the result of some feverish hallucination that had shattered its mind, but no goblin should be able to mutter anything with that level of sophistication, and the strange feeling of the place around them, too, warranted further investigation.

Sanera and the others agreed so they demanded that Olng take them to her lair. Most of them expected to find a few more of these filthy creatures, they would kill them and free the world of their immorality before returning triumphantly; but not Itha. She had felt, not long ago, a change in the fabric of nature, she had much to learn still and did not understand its significance. As time passed, she got used to the strange presence and soon was able to ignore it but now it made perfect sense. She had felt the familiarity of those vibrations when they stepped into Findseduced and now she knew why, and they no longer seemed harmless.

They moved swiftly through the sterile hills no longer stunned by its strangeness thanks to their newly found purpose. The dark clouds in the not so distant sky in front of them had a ghastly purplish iridescence and seemed to converge in a single point forming a spinning ring of nauseating patterns. Darkness increasingly surrounded them as they approached and directly below the gruesome heavens they were confronted with a terrible sight.

Nor Itha, with all her empathic qualities nor old and wise Sanera were able, once they had returned to their forest, to describe to their kin what they saw from that moment on. There are no words to express those grisly visions or those appalling sounds; for there was no reasonable likelihood of those things they saw and heard to have ever existed in the world, and that smell, for the love of Avecovema, that smell.
They saw a towering twisted megalith made of palpitating rock amalgamated with what seemed to be pus oozing, organic matter. The eerie clouds were congregating around its sharp peak.  Below, the ground heaved with the naked bodies of goblins and trolls that chanted incomprehensible words in a sickening orgy of flesh. Olng gasped at the sight of the megalith, “Kosoth Stalkob! and that chant… those are the words engraved on Ustospon… It has begun”. She wriggled trying in vain to make an escape, presumably overwhelmed by the desire to join her lowly kin. This helped the elves come out of the stupor induced by the hypnotic, ethereal visions before them.

Old Sanera, his fair wife Rayali and daring Penopu loaded their bows before Itha could react and let fly almost at unison their swift arrows, each piercing a goblin. But not the goblins that had been hit nor any of their companions, even flinched or stopped their sordid dance for at that precise moment a sickly blueish light engulfed them in a shimmering shower that encompassed the monolith.
It came from the ring of eldritch clouds as the frantic creatures below chanted in accord “Dothrem, Dothrem, Dothrem”. But something else joined them, first imperceptibly but increasingly apparent. It was a voice that no throat from anything alive could have produced. It could have not come from the goblins and trolls alone since it ended up creating a hellish cacophony so loud that the elves had to cover their ears. This was when Olng made her move and run down to join the horrible ceremony, screaming “Dothrem, Dothrem”.

The terrible light had reached blinding intensity but started to dwindle revealing once again the nightmarish megalith and above its tip, Itha saw a figure. It was a naked human female. The tip of her feet barely touching the structure, she stood erect with her arms to her sides and her eyes closed. Then she opened her terrible eyes and their hideous light seemed to penetrate Itha’s heart and she knew at once that this was no mortal woman. It was the dreadful goddess of nightmares and gambling. The horrendous ceremony had brought Dothrem forth from whatever vile world she inhabited, and she had gladly come to play her sickening game in the mortal world. Dothrem lifted her arms and as she did, a putrid cloud of black vapour raised from the base of the monolith.

The spire split at its centre exposing a horrifying cavern within it. Itha felt faint when she saw emerging from this opening a pair of massive teeth followed by a short snout of noxious secretions. A pair of lidless eyes appeared, and soon half of the monstrous humanoid rodent had emerged into Dothrem’s light.

Ijat the gopher demon turned its gaze towards the party of elves and Itha knew this, to be the beginning of something atrocious. She grabbed her closest companions unable to mutter any words but motioning them to flee. They did not need much encouragement as they had felt the same urgency and they all run, half forgetting from what, and not really knowing in what direction.

Itha eventually directed them back to Hillstyle, where she lost not time gathering Alatha Shoreadored, the queen and Inevi Mergedwaxes the Druid. They listened incredulous at her incoherent tale but seeing the state in which the rest of her party arrived they concluded that there might indeed be some dangerous threat in the barren Findseduced. It was decided to recall some of the warriors from the surrounding retreats to form an army and march against the goblins.

As the elves prepared to march Itha grew anxious. Late at night she would climb the sentinel trees and look south. Above the treetops she thought she saw that abhorrent glow in the distance, but none of the guards seemed able to see it. Her kin had unwavering respect for her, but her tale was too wild to be so readily believed. Even her party was no longer sure of what they had experienced once they had recovered. Sanera had grown stern and Rayali’s mind had not yet returned to her sweet self. Only young Penopu concurred with Itha in the nature of the danger the Curled Wickedness posed.

Penopu spend her days and nights scouting the south edge of the forest or on the sentinel trees; barely sleeping and constantly watching. There was talk between the elves about Penopu having lost her mind, but Itha knew that what tormented Penopu was not the same that afflicted Rayali, for what Penopu was expecting, Itha knew was coming too.

And come it did. The morning before the elven army was meant to set off, a cry of warning came in the form of a band of parrots Penopu had been training. Itha shouted commands to her warriors who quickly got ready to defend their home. She climbed the southernmost sentinel tree and watched intently. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but soon she saw Penopu arriving riding her elk. She announced the march of the goblin army; she had laid a number of traps to slow their advance and was now asking for a few hands to return with her to ambush the enemy. Itha agreed shouting from her tree and Penopu swiftly left with five more elves ignoring druid Inevi’s weak protests.

Then they all heard it. A tremendous crashing of trees, an indescribable cacophony of destruction. And Itha saw an atrocious silhouette towering above the treetops, it moved fast towards Hillstyle brushing aside the trees in its way. And as it came closer, she saw the unmistakable shape of a gigantic gopher. It was Ijat, the vast monster of short silver fur, leading an horde of demented trolls and goblins.
Itha slid down the tree and led the defending force against their aggressors, they put down many goblins and trolls, but they had been only the vanguard and Ijat was coming right behind them, together with the main force. Itha knew that as long as the demon was standing the battle would not end in their favour. So, she sought him, jumping form branch to branch until she saw him. Then, she aimed all her arrows at his bulging body. But Ijat parried them away with ease and then charged at her.

When there was not enough distance between them to use her arrows, Itha threw her bow and seized her short sword, and with tremendous speed she run around the monster and using one of the broken trees as a platform she jumped swinging her sword and aiming at his head. For a fraction of time their eyes met and Itha thought she saw a smirk in those terrible mandibles of his, but before her sword had completed its intended arc, Ijat grabbed Itha by her neck, and her weapon flung aimlessly into the trees. The devilish fiend then brought Itha up to its mouth. He bit her once with those terrifying front teeth and threw what remained of her to the ground. The rest of Hillstyle fell shortly after.

The vile force of darkness had left no one behind, except for Penopu, who had attempted to ambush the demon but only managed to kill a handful of goblins before Ijat swung a terrible arm at her destroying the right side of her face and sending her, flying several meters away. She woke up hours after the obliteration of her home and having no other choice she made her way to Skinnywaters; where she received the title of acolyte of the Sheen of Lashes.

She led many assaults and defended many forest retreats against the Curled Wickedness in the constant war that had started that faithful day in Hillstyle. But never again had the misfortune of encountering that dreadful fiend Ijat again; but knew of his terrible devastating attacks on other sites. Penopu died seven years later when Osluk Aeoranges, the yeti, devoured her.

War between the Sheen of Lashes and the Curled Wickedness carries on to this day, more than 250 years later. Ijat continues gathering more and more strength with each battle. He now controls the north eastern territory: The Uncertain Forest and the Hills of Illness. The elves fought the dark army bravery and sometimes even managed to reclaim, however briefly, some of their lost sites including Hilstyle but ultimately were forced to retreat east to the Fields of Soaking where they are still being assailed. Word of a new hope has spread amongst them; they say the dwarves are coming from the west to deal with Ijat and his hordes; but very few believe such nonsense, as who on Teyo Asada has ever heard of dwarves aiding elves?

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« Reply #17 on: April 12, 2019, 12:10:49 pm »

I tried my hand at digital art and had a blast I think I might do more, maybe for this series.


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Loving this story, and the art is looking really solid. Keep it up!

My only criticism is you should add another new line between paragraphs to make the big blocks easier to read.
so many orthoclase blocks


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« Reply #19 on: April 26, 2019, 09:22:15 am »


Loving this story, and the art is looking really solid. Keep it up!

Thank you very much I am glad you enjoyed it and I really appreciate the encouragement.

My only criticism is you should add another new line between paragraphs to make the big blocks easier to read.

You are right I should have done that in the first place. I have done it now.


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Tale 9 - Obok Tunneltheaters’ Journal

251- Early Spring

Rovod insisted I continue this stupid journal, “you gotta cover your ass in case everything goes tits up” he says. Well, I don’t see how a journal would help in that case but at least it means I have an excuse to lock myself in my office and no one bothers me for a while. It also means it’ll do nicely as a report to our queen if I see myself forced to give one.

Our initial party have more or less, resigned their fate to the, practically arbitrary, roles they have been given. I am satisfied with cooking and brewing and everyone seems happy to let me do it.
Mosus Mobbell is our doctor. She builds our mechanisms and is our architect. I don’t know how she does it but she always seems very cheerful.

Edem Sainturns is our chief miner. He seems to enjoy being on his own in the mines which makes everyone happy too. Mosus says Edem is prove that I am not, all that bad tempered. She has a way of getting away with saying things like that.

Nil Vaultpoint oversees the farms but luckily for all of us I was able to assign him some help; specially Kubuk who arrived no long ago is particularly useful.

Rovod Sizzledcopper wishes he had more materials to work on his carpentry, but I think he has done a good job with what we have been able to gather. He’s always giving me advice I don’t want to follow but when I do, my face doesn’t fall off, so guess I am lucky to have him.

Vabok Allypage has not done any armouring yet but is a more than competent miner. She is as stubborn as ever and her fervent worship of Sod, gets on my nerves. She is a constant reminder that I need to start building a temple.

Zasit Snarlingvessels is the busiest of us all as he is our most skilled mason, and rocks are the only thing we have in more abundance than problems. I also made him the Militia Commander. He wasn’t happy but it was an emergency and he is the most disciplined of all of us, and apart from Vabok, is also the strongest.

Last autumn Vucar Wallmob arrived and I made her a Militia Captain freeing Zasit to dedicate more time to his masonry. Zasit will remain the commander though it won’t do giving that place to a newer migrant even if she is more experienced than him.

Twenty-seven more dwarves arrived this week, its good, we need the hands, but it means more of them complaining to me about not having mugs, how they are sleeping in the floor, why aren’t there enough chairs. For Armok’s sake, I cannot even say: do you want a chair? make your damned chair, because, we have as much wood as I have leadership skills.

There were even two legendary woodcrafters in that lot, Ha! They can join Leteng Dreamedcheerful and cheerfully dream of crafting legendary wood items while they haul the ordinary rock ones. Although to be fair Kib Crazeink’s who arrived with them has created some masterful rock crafts.

As if having insufficient wood and a too many moaning dwarves was not enough, monster hunters keep coming too. There are petitions almost every day, I turn down every single one, but they won’t stop. I think there have been more monster hunters through our gates than migrants, they eat as much and drink even more but do none of the work.

We founded Rockstokade, supposedly in secret, to spy on the goblins of Findseduced, but we haven’t even settled in yet and the whole world seems to know we are here. I doubt the goblins will be unaware of us for long; that really messes things up even if all they wanted then, was to come to test our food and sleep in the comfort of our floors. But right now I have more pressing concerns (famous last words?).

The caverns are a crazy maze, and no one wants to go there since Kib's young husband nearly got eaten by a giant toad a few months back; Oh! The thought of a revolting toad and on top of that a giant.

The poor Mosus Guildtool is forever crippled so I assigned him to Mosus Mobbell to help at the mechanic workshop. The dwarves get confused with their name so they started calling him Toadmeal instead. I think he secretly likes it.

The monster hunters are useless in the caverns as they just go in there, poke at the beasts, and come back crying for protection. Zasit and his squad had a bit of a hard time with a giant bat trying to rescue one of those idiots and later one of them got lost there and almost starved to death.

The underground forest we had planned as a solution for our wood needs is going to take a very long time before it makes any difference. We are digging three very deep shafts and plan to have water from the river to form three waterfalls that will irrigate a large chamber at the bottom, where the trees will grow.

At first it seemed like a great idea, and I have to admit that the plan of having the waterfalls fall around the trade depot and then through grates on the tree farm level down to the dining hall and continue down to the living quarters below; would make an impressive sight. But now I think that the dwarfpower would have been better used to make the caverns safe for the tree cutters.

251 Mid Spring

More and more visitors arrive. We were forced to build an inn to prevent them from sleeping all over the place. They don’t seem to care that I turn them down, they just remain.

Food is more and more scarce we are exclusively importing unprepared food and wood and exporting prepared food and Kib’s rock crafts.

I am completely fed up being the leader. People complain more than they work and I never thought wood was this important for a fortress.  I never asked to be on this mission, let alone to lead it. Armok knows what was on Queen Shem’s mind when she chose me. I am seriously thinking of throwing it all and go find myself a family and a quiet life in a hillock or some place.

251 Late Spring

I knew that all those damn visitors would bring trouble, but I never expected such disaster. Is the world really this dangerous? We are so fragile, one minute we think our lives could do with less problems and in an instant the world turns into a tragic nightmare.

A female werelizard sneaked into Rockstockade and caused maihem. With so many strange faces coming in and out of the gates, It was only spotted once it was two levels deep inside. It was Meng Wheelwaves who first discovered it for what it was, and she wrestled it for a long time. I am amazed that she managed to survive, really, that monster was something else.

Zasit Snarlingvessels and his squad came to her aid, other passers-by joined the fight and for once all those monster hunters where of some use. However, I would have thought they’d have more skill; a farmer like Meng was better at containing the beast.

Urvad, a recent migrant died in the fight, the werelizard tore her neck apart, she was Sodel Wilfulmines’ wife, and the poor bastard saw it all. their child had been kidnaped by Findseduced and they had come here in the hope we help them get him back. Now he’s lost his wife too and we are nowhere closer to be ready for a fight with the goblins.

The werelizard bit, tore and slashed at everyone for what seemed an eternity. There was blood everywhere. I managed to get a few hits on the monster’s head, but I do not think it even felt it. Luckily, I remained uninjured.

Finally, Vabok Alleypage beheaded the thing with her pick. She has been mining for us from the beginning and has become very strong. I should consider her for our military but will have to see how fast she recovers from this trauma; she is pretty distraught right now.

I did my best to gather the injured up, you need to be very careful in these situations, you can’t have anyone infected roaming around but have to be very tactful too. Ahdo Arisen took charge of this, she arrived in early spring and somehow, she seems to have a hand on everything that happens here. I don’t feel comfortable around her. There is something off with this dwarf, why does she have a human name? and why would a famous scholar settle in a please this remote?

Anyway, I am glad she helped this time. Ahdo locked them in the tavern as most of the injured were visitors already staying there. They all claim to not have been bitten and thus far, it seems that’s the case, but they are all scared and paranoid.

Someone renamed the tavern “The Walled Lizard” and everyone is using that name now. I suspect Ahdo had something to do with that to lighten folk’s hearts at least a little.

Once we went out to the surface again, we discovered the bodies of two visitors obviously slain by the werelizard. One of them was Athel Claspcrimson, Meng’s son.

Meng had already been attacked by that toad a few months ago, then is the first to fend this monster and now discovers it had killed the son she had been expecting for days. I have to give her credit; she has taken her situation with true grit. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same about her husband Tekkud or half of the fortress for that matter.

251 Early Summer

Luckily, none of those locked up at “The Walled Lizard” turned into monsters so we could let them out and everyone is now back to work. If we had to kill any of the wounded, I am sure we would lose more than those lives as everyone is on edge and something like that would send everyone too close to madness, I am sure.

I have assigned a miner to dig down in search of magma as it’d be good to start working on magma forges and fitting our military. the rest are working at the great shafts for the waterfalls. We have wells in the levels above and pumps are ready to start the waterfalls once the chutes are ready. We are also pumping water from the cavern into a cistern so we can have wells at that level.

We have a good hospital mostly well fitted and farms are yielding a good number of crops. Barracks and bedrooms are decent now and we finally seem to have enough damn mugs. Things might start looking up now, at least I am receiving fewer complains. It is good being screamed at, only once or twice a day.

Something happened yesterday that has given a boost to my morale.

Kib gave birth to the first baby born in Rockstockade: Mistem Claspedransack; we call him “First”. She had started labour in her workshop while creating a masterful rock figurine, Mosus Toadmeal was told and he limped all the way from the cavern level, where he was installing a mechanism, to see his wife and help deliver his son, but when he opened the workshop door she was holding the baby with one hand and the finished figurine in the other. Kib just keeps working as tirelessly as ever but Mosus is intoxicated with joy and seem to even limp less today.

A lot of our citizens seem to care little, but I think secretly Mistem’s birth has given them hope for the future of the fortress. Family is the true bond that keeps society thriving.

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