An Expected Journey Chapter 8

This is yet another chapter in the “Expected Journey” series. If you have not read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. All previous chapters can be found in the Poetry/Fiction section on the front page. And now for the folks who have read the previous chapters!: Chap. 8. (extra note, I would like to know if I should cover more character background in chapters 9-10. If you believe I should, tell me. If you want me to just continue the story as with this chapter, Let me know. Thanks!)

The group had spoken about the path they were to take and prepared to leave. One problem with that, they were with an elf.

Normally we humans nowadays have great relations with Elves. By that I mean that only some humans meet with the Elf people

as ambassadors to the human race. But before the elves lost number, they were hunted by humans and dwarfs. At the time of this

story, they were still known as bad beings. The nervous group threw out all kinds of ideas, they finally settled on walking in a circle

with the elf at the center. Symon led with the rest of the party behind him, just as they reached the front door, the bartender

noticed that the one in the middle was unusually tall for a human. “Leaving so soon?” He asked squinting at the group. The clatter

died down, all eyes on the group. “Not good.” Symon whispered. “Yah see, our policy here is no hats or hoods on inside” the

bartender said. The elf pushed out of the circle and pulled her hood down. “So you weaklings fear the might of elves do you?” she

asked. Symon didn’t like where this was heading. “Face your fears!” she yelled angrily, she notched an arrow from her quiver, with

a quick shot, she broke the glass mug the bartender held. “Elf!” a man to the right of the group shouted, some of the inn dwellers

ran in fright, the elf had a dark frown on her face. Suddenly, Symon saw one man in the corner string an arrow. “There!” He

shouted pointing towards the man, the Mage looked to the direction Symon was pointing and fired a bolt with his staff in the palm

of his right hand. The arrow sizzled and burned. More men with swords ran towards the party, Oro and the elf were firing arrows

at multiple targets, the Mage was attacking one man with more bolts of energy. The dwarf was knocking the wind out of the tallest

men smiling like a lunatic while swinging his hammer. And Symon stood, feeling useless in comparison with these incredible

fighters. And that’s when he recalled the gift from his father. “In times of peril, use this to burn your enemies to a cinder.” His

father had said before, entrusting upon Symon a sword that use to live only in legend. Symon grabbed the blade of cinder from the

cloth on his back, strapping the sheath to his belt, he drew the sword. The air in the tavern grew hot and foreboding. His father had

warned him that while the blade was unsheathed, it’s master would see the world in the swords view. The weak point of every

fighter in the tavern was now clear to him, he saw red and black, and new patterns on the walls that he could have never seen

without the sword. It was incredible, but he remembered his fathers words. If held to long, he would see with cinder forever, only

red and dark. The sword willed him to move quickly, he followed it’s instruction, moving quickly to the left he used the flat side of

his sword to knock out one foe, running to Oro’s aid, he attacked a man behind his friend’s back. Moving forward he parried an

enemy attack, knocking him to the floor. The rest was a blur of battle, he was pulled out of his trance by a hand on his shoulder.

“Sheathe your sword young one,” he turned to face the dwarf. He sheathed his sword to see that all the men that attacked the

group now lay on the floor. “You have shown incredible battle.” the dwarf said, Symon looked at the group. They all looked at him

strangely, and that’s when he passed out.

An Expected Journey chap. 7

This is yet another chapter in the “Expected Journey” series. If you have not read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. All previous chapters can be found in the Poetry/Fiction section on the front page. And now for the folks who have read the previous chapters!: Chap. 7

The horses stopped before an inn, the Inn was small, held up by wooden beams that looked as if they would come crumbling down at any sudden movement. The Mage, Halfling, and Human blew into the Inn like the wind (Which happened to be very, very cold.) The Inn stood next to the Geruda Mountains, like a speck on a white paper. They got sideways glances by the many folk in the Inn, the folk they saw seemed to hail mainly from  the human towns around the mountain range. But in one corner, two cloaked figures sat with backs turned, one could just make out a pair of very pointed ears under one cloak.

This led Oro to believe that these two men were the reason that the party of three had come to this Inn in for the purpose of recruiting just these men. Oro caught a piece of their conversation over the bustle.

“I told you Nat, they don’t respect the elves here! You must go before you are spotted.”

To which the elf replied, “Not before I’m sure that he’s not arriving.” By that time the Mage’s party was sitting next to the elf’s table.

“Who, may I ask is late?” The Mage interrupted.

The two figures turned around startled.  The short man on the left also had a startled look on his face. He had his hands close to the hammer that hung from his belt. While the elfish woman on the right was trying to suppress a smile of recognition.

“Where were you?” The woman asked in a whisper through her teeth, obviously still trying to suppress a smile.

“Minor delay in Flowing-Brook, but, the delay was not without purpose,” he said gesturing towards Oro And Symon.

“More crazy ones for the journey then?” the short Man asked.

“Who are you to be calling us Crazy?” Symon asked.

“You seem to be tagging along as well.” The dwarf seemed very close to hitting Symon. Oro knew the feeling, Symon could be really annoying at some times. Like that one time he built a cannon that just made sound, and then he had woken Oro up from a pleasant nap with a smile resembling an imp’s grin. But before Oro could jump in to catch the man’s hammer swing, the Hammer Man burst out laughing. Swinging his hand out, he  shook Symon’s hand. Oro could swear that it was blue after the man released his death grip.

“Well said boy!  I, am kingan of the dwarves.”

An Expected Journey Chap. 6

This is yet another chapter in the Expected Journey series. If you have not read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. All previous chapters can be found in the Poetry/fiction section on the front page. And now for the folks who have read the previous chapters!: Chap. 6

 

The Mountains to the west seemed large in comparison to the ancient east mountains. For many a year, those who lived in the

new mountains to the west had been forced to surrender their homes to the rock that flew off the mountain. The boulders would

wait to strike as stealthy as sand leopard that hailed from the rocky coast to the south of the green sea. Some would say that the

mountain lived, others sought out a more scientific explanation. The most famous of these seekers of the mountain have been

previously described; The Geruda’s. During the dwarfish war, the dwarfs had lost much of their gold to humans. Then in the days

after the journey that led to the end of the ring, and the fellowship’s leave from middle earth, a great human thief, with the help of

others, stole all of the gold that the dwarfs had hidden in the whispering tunnels. This enraged the dwarf king so much that he

himself, Artur Oakenshield son of Thorin Oakenshield, walked into helms deep and killed almost 100 human royals. Thus began

the dwarfish wars that I speak of today. The Geruda’s climbed the great mountain to see if there was place to set up encampment.

They found there a secret camp where the stolen gold lay. Killing the thief who began the mindless slaughter, the Geruda’s called

for aid to bring the large treasure to the dwarfs as a peace offer. The dwarfs, suspecting trickery, climbed the mountain as well.

When they caught sight of the large hoard and the two humans rested atop it, they launched a massive attack. In the devastation,

the Geruda’s held the dwarfs and finally convinced them that the humans meant no harm and that the thief had stolen the gold.

But unfortunately, a stubborn dwarf cut Arthur Geruda’s leg off. In exchange for the foolish dwarfs fury, two mountains were

gifted to the Geruda by the dwarfs. Feeling foolish, the dwarfs left to home, and there has been peace ever since then. The fight of

the Geruda’s was known as the Wendheel battle, and the mountain was still till the day when young Symon Geruda caused an

avalanche. But that’s for next chapter.

An Expected Journey Chapter 5

This is yet another chapter in the Expected Journey series. If you have not read the previous chapters, we encourage you to do so. All previous chapters can be found in the Poetry/fiction section on the front page. And now for the folks who have read the previous chapters!: Chap. 5

Bags were packed, horses prepared, and the small party had said their goodbyes. The western world awaited them eagerly. Oro

was still sad about leaving the village, he began to suspect that he wasn’t ready for any kind of adventure, much less an adventure

to lands unexplored. The thought of goblins, trolls, princesses, and elves made him nervous, yet interested. Elves were known to

be a happy folk but, even though Oro was half elf, he had never met an elf besides his mother. And what he remembered of her

was very little. Elves were known to have magic powers, strength, and agility. But Oro was as strong and agile as a human. He did

have magical abilities and was known to shoot well with a bow, but he was still part human as well. The side of him that seemed

non-interesting to the village of Flowing-Brook. They enjoyed his elvish tales (that he learned from his mother.) and loved to

jokingly ask him if he was up for an an archery contest, to which he usually responded: “Sorry, but I don’t want to beat you too

bad”. But they never were all too interested in Oro’s heritage otherwise. As the horses began to trot out of Flowing-Brook Oro

asked the Mage:

“Is this the entire party?”

“No! Certainly not, we have many a friend to find ‘fore we travel onward.” The Mage replied.

“Seems then that we’ve got new friends to meet!” said Symon enthusiastically.

“Yes, for journey without friends is a forced march” the Mage replied.

“Will you always speak in riddles?” Symon asked.

“Hah! Riddles kept a very famous hobbit, (that my good friend knew) alive. You’ll never know when a good riddle will

come in handy.”