What
follows is a work of complete fantasy.
About the story:
This
series will
describe the adventures of a teenaged boy who is rescued from a cruel fate in his home village by a friend,
but ultimately finds himself on his own in a
world that is being ravaged by brutal race wars between the humans, and
the hated vicious and barbaric races, the kobolds, orcs and ogres. In
his travels he learns the surprising
truth about the history of the realm, the nature of its inhabitants and
the reason for the war
that has been withheld from his people. He also learns that the humans
are very close to a complete victory. Realizing that the other races
are facing obliteration he decides to take a gamble that would level
the playing field once again in the hope that it might lead to a better
outcome. Doing so however will require him to utterly betray his own
people.
There
will be some very rough and violent sex
described in great detail between men and men, men and orcs, orcs and
kobolds, kobolds and men, ogres and men, and so on and so forth in
various combinations with much of it involving the teenaged boy.
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appreciate this sort of thing being done to them and they are INCAPABLE
of giving informed consent to allow these things to be done to them. If
you ever even consider attempting these acts in real life then you
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The Hawthorne Accord - Chapter 6
The three kobolds, Beowul, Lox, and Stenwul ran like the wind as
they approached the site they'd camped at with the smith as their
captive the night before.
It
was night again and quite dark but their sense of smell was more than
keen enough to follow their own trail back to where their march had
begun that morning.
They slowed to walking speed as they
approached the site but they stayed on all fours to sniff out the area.
They all circled the remains of their fire
and almost as one they recognized a strange scent that had to be the
boy they were searching for. They followed the scent around the
camp and then out from it toward a large stand of trees. As they
got to the trees they found that the scent was extremely strong here.
"The
sweet whelp was in this spot for quite a long while my loves. I
believe we may be in some trouble and will have some explaining to do,"
said Beowul.
"Yes my dear," said Stenwul, "the poor whelp must
have followed this far and then hid and watched. Jake said the
whelp does not know our true nature so he must have wisely stayed
hidden to wait for a chance to rescue his only life's love."
"It
is indeed a calamity and a great tragedy as Jex said my loves. I
fear for the whelp! He must have fallen asleep and when he woke he
found we'd taken his sweet love away!" exclaimed Lox.
"There is
no time to waste my dears; we must find which way he went. If he
hid here through the night then he must have left the tracks at the
camp after he woke up and discovered us gone. Let us go back and
check in a wider circle to see which way he went after that," suggested
Beowul.
The three kobolds ran back to the camp site and fanned out searching.
"Here!
He headed out from here back in a direction parallel to where he
came from. He must be heading back home!" exclaimed Stenwul.
"Oh Great Mother, no! He would be heading right back into the
clutches of the human army that Jake said want's him dead!" shouted Lox.
Beowul snarled and growled viciously.
"If they have harmed a hair on his head I will eat their hands and feet and shit them back out into their mouths!"
Without a word he bounded forward along Neville's trail and the others followed.
They
were running faster than they'd ever run before and it took them less
than thirty minutes to reach the spot where Neville had stopped to
witness the burning of his village.
The kobolds all stopped and
stared in amazement at the sight. Most of the buildings had
collapsed by now but were still burning in piles. A few buildings at the
back were still standing but would not be for much longer.
"Is there no end to the destruction these creatures will bring down against their own?" lamented Beowul.
"Indeed,
their soldiers are evil and as much as I love the humans, I do so enjoy
sinking my teeth into their armies," snarled Stenwul.
"Let us
continue the search. The whelp's trail does not continue forward
to the village. He must have seen the carnage and decided to turn
away from it," said Lox.
"Yes, I have his scent this way my
loves," said Beowul, who had moved off to the left a little and picked
up the boy's scent again.
The three tracked the scent over to the corpses of the two soldiers that Neville had relieved of their water and rations.
"Look
at the injuries on these men. Their armor has been run through by
sharp swords. It has to be orcs. There must have been a
scout party coming to investigate the destruction of the human village
and were set upon by this patrol," said Stenwul.
"One of the
soldiers has had his armor removed and his shirt taken. The whelp
must have taken what he needed to sustain himself from these men and he
headed out that way along the mountains back towards the camp again but more towards the mountains this time,"
said Lox as he continued to sniff around and picked up the scent again.
Stenwul had tracked the soldiers' trail back a ways toward town and then ran around at random in a wide area snuffling.
"There
is something else happening here my sweet loves," he said, "It may bear
further investigation. I have the scent of many other humans
around the area. They seem to go off in different directions from
their village. I can smell more oils and leather from
other soldiers spreading out from here as well and they are fresher so they came out after. I can only assume
it is the poor dear civilians running for their lives and being hunted
by their own wicked army!"
"Oh no, the calamity is worse even
than we'd feared!" exclaimed Lox, "the poor whelp's loved ones are out
here in the darkness running for their lives as well!"
"We
must
honor our promise to Jake and make his life's love our priority, but we
cannot leave these poor sweet people in the lurch," said Beowul, "Lox
my dear, please track the direction of the orcs that killed these
soldiers. I know that there was a large party of orcs and ogres
who were bound for the mountains to the south of the pass. These
orcs must have been scouting for the larger party and
they would have quickly rejoined after seeing this
destruction. Find
them and have them spread out and rescue the poor humans and take them
to safety. Tell them to be very careful as they approach because
the humans think us all to be vicious mindless killers. I need
not tell you what to do with any human soldiers you may find. I
shall miss you terribly my dear sweet love but you must go with haste!"
Lox
nodded and crouched to all fours sniffing in a circle around the dead
soldiers and as he picked up the trail of the orcs he bounded swiftly
off into the darkness.
"Sten my sweet, let us go and find the poor whelp before anything more can befall him!" Beowul said.
The
two sniffed around to relocate the strongest scent of the boy leading
back out into the darkness and they began to run. They hadn't run
long before Stenwul veered a bit off the trail and stopped.
Beowul stopped as well to see what the matter was.
"Oh my,
we must go even faster my love and be on our guard. I have
detected the strong scent of two more soldiers merging with the whelp's
trail. They have seen his track through the grasses and are after
him! They may have already caught him by now!" said Stenwul
Both kobolds went back to all fours and shot into the darkness as fast as their legs could carry them.
...
Neville
fell over occasionally as the rope yanked at his neck and he couldn't
see where his feet were going due to the sack over his head.
They'd been walking for only a half hour or so by his reckoning.
There were only the two men, the officer and another soldier who had
the rope that was tied to Neville's neck.
Neville stumbled and almost fell once again.
"Keep to your feet or I shall drag you the rest of the way by your neck boy!" growled the soldier pulling the rope.
"Yes,
we need only ensure that you are still alive when we get you back to
Braddock. I don't think he'll mind if half your skin is scraped
off from the dragging," warned the officer.
"Speaking of which, Blackwood, sir, if
Lord Braddock is not concerned about the condition of the boy when we
bring him back, could we not use him a bit here while he's still fresh?
We likely won't get a chance later once he's in the commander's hands,"
suggested the soldier.
Neville heard one man's footsteps
stop, and then the other man's, and a moment later Neville walked into
the back of his captors and stopped.
"It's
good to see that you
use your head occasionally soldier. There is officer material
in you I think," chuckled Blackwood, "I would definitely enjoy using
the
boy thoroughly as I did not get a chance earlier. I shot my load
all over him and made a mess before I got a chance to stick my cock
where it truly belonged, in his greedy cunt."
Both men laughed and then one grabbed Neville and pushed him roughly face down on the ground.
"I
shall use his hole first while it's snug," said Blackwood, "It's been a whole day and it
must have relaxed back to a nice tightness after the use it got last
night."
Neville felt hands push his jerkin up and roughly tear
his breechclout from him. He heard the rustling of armor and
clothes being partially removed and then two hands grabbed his hips and
roughly pulled his ass upwards. He then felt a large cock head
begin to press against his anus.
"I know how much you love this, whore, so I will make it count," said Blackwood.
Neville could hear the leer in his voice.
Just
as the pressure began to increase and the cock head was about to breach
his anus, Neville heard Blackwood grunt hard, but instead of the cock
being thrust into him it was pulled away and simultaneously he heard
the other soldier cry out in pain and then be quickly stifled. He
heard the sound of metal scraping against metal a few times and then
heard the bodies of both soldiers fall to the ground. Neville was
still on the ground with the sack over his head so he had no idea who
had rescued him.
"Drag the bodies into the bushes and take their weapons my love and I will help the boy get free," a voice said.
"Yes my dear," said another voice.
There
must be two rescuers then. Their voices somehow did not sound
normal. They were a little more musical and sweet sounding than
what Neville was accustomed to.
He felt hands begin to work at
the rope around his neck and remove it. Then they began to work
at the cords tying Neville's hands. His rescuer spoke to him as he worked.
"Please
boy, you may be alarmed when I remove the sack from your head and you
see me, for I am not human, but you must not attempt to flee. You
would put yourself in much greater danger if you did. Know this,
we have saved you from these foul men and it is our intent to bring you
to a more permanent place of safety. These woods are not a good
place for a boy to be on his own. You can see I mean you no harm
by the fact that I am releasing you from your bonds. We mean only
to help you. We would never harm a civilian human. It is
against our laws. Please stay calm and think on my words as I
remove the sack," the rescuer said.
Neville's first
instinct was simply to get up and run as fast as he could, but he
realized that so far any attempt to run from danger only got him into
worse. Perhaps it was time to have some courage and break the
cycle. They truly did not appear to mean him any harm and they
certainly saved him from a terrible fate at the hands of the madman
Braddock.
Neville finally felt his hands get freed and then the sack was pulled off of his head.
He
opened his eyes and they quickly adjusted to the low level of light.
To his surprise, crouched before him was one of the green men
like he'd seen at the orgy. The man had a smile on his face and a
look of concern in his eyes. His partner emerged from the bushes
and he looked exactly the same.
Neville had been rescued from Braddock's men by a pair of orcs!
Both
seemed to have looks of concern for him on their faces rather than any
hatred. They were both dressed in very fine long coats of splint
mail. Incredibly sharp looking scimitars hung at their sides.
The swords looked capable of slicing through metal.
Neville simply lay there on the ground and stared up in stunned silence at his saviors.
"What
sort of people are these that their own armies mistreat their civilians
so? He is only a boy for Mother's sake!" said the second orc
in anger.
"Ease your tone Tenimo, you will frighten the poor child," said the first orc soothingly.
"Yes dear," was all the other said as he approached and stood behind the first.
Neville
was in shock. They seemed somewhat more polite than he would have
guessed vicious monsters to be, and both were clearly male and
soldiers. Why were they calling each other 'love' and 'dear'?
What exactly was going on here?
He sat up while rubbing at his
wrists and faced his rescuer, who slowly leaned in and helped
Neville to remove his gag. The orc threw the gag aside and then
rubbed Neville on the head and gave him an encouraging smile.
"I
am Zebok and this is my life mate Tenimo," he said, "May I ask what
your name is, and why you were out here alone and taken prisoner by your own
people?"
"I am Neville Hawthorne. I want to thank you for rescuing
me from those men. My fate would have been worse than I think you
can imagine at their hands. I was out here alone primarily trying
to get myself away from those soldiers. I escaped them with
help last night and have been running ever since until they finally
caught me."
"Help?
Is there someone else out here we need to search for? The soldiers
didn't kill them did they?" Zebok asked, sounding deeply concerned.
"No,
he was captured by a group of evil kobolds last night. I was
not able to come to his aide and I lost him forever when I succumbed to my
weariness and fell asleep waiting for a chance to go in and get him
out," said Neville.
"Evil kobolds? Whatever do you mean Neville? Was your helper another soldier? Was he armed and armored?"
"No,
he was the town smith. We were both unarmed and even almost
undressed and completely helpless. The kobolds were certainly armed and
armored. They came upon him in the darkness and hit him and
dragged him into their camp and did things to him."
"This is
most confusing. The kobolds are the sweetest and most loving of
all the races Neville. They could not possibly have meant your
friend any harm if he was clearly a civilian. It had to be a misunderstanding."
"But I saw them rape him!" exclaimed Neville.
"I see. Well,
about that, it is quite possible that they could not resist doing that,
given the circumstance, though they were breaking a law to do so.
If they were alone with the man and he was unconscious they may
have succumbed to their almost uncontrollable desires. They are a
highly sexual people and they are extreme xenophiles. They are
powerfully drawn to the human race. I assure you they were not
raping him, but rather making love to him and in their eyes they were
showing him how much they adored him. They were not rough with
him, were they?" Zebok asked.
"No, now that you mention it.
When I think back on it I think they might have actually been
quite tender. At the time I was only seeing a rape by creatures I had always
been taught were vicious and cruel so it may have colored my
perception. Do you really mean to tell me that they are sweet of
disposition?" asked Neville.
"The sweetest you will ever know.
You will fall head over heels in love with them when at last you
meet them I can assure you," Zebok said with a smile, "They are my
favorites by far and I love them all very much. Your face will
positively ache from smiling if you spend too much time with them.
There are no more pleasant people in the world."
It felt
to Neville like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.
If what the orc was saying was true Jake was not only safe but
would be well cared for.
"That is such a relief! I was
sure they were taking him to their army to share as a meal or worse.
Now I find they were in love with him? On top of that, I am
rescued by a pair of orcs who seem more polite than many people I've known,
and who I was also taught are vicious and evil, and who are a loving mated pair of males? If what you're
telling me of the kobolds, and what I've seen so far of you is true, then
the only evil people I've encountered in the last two nights of hell
have been human! It's like my world is turning upside down," said
Neville.
The orc chuckled, "Indeed. You seem wise
beyond your years and quite a bit more open minded than my previous
experiences with humans would have suggested. I am impressed with
you. I assure you that most likely nearly everything you've
learned about the races has been false."
"I
have heard that orcs are green, kobolds have fur, and ogres are large.
I feel that perhaps that is the extent of the truth that I've
been exposed to. The rest seems more and more to be a complete
fabrication," said Neville.
The two orcs smiled at him and laughed.
"So if the kobolds were friendly, where would they have taken my friend do you think?" asked Neville.
"There
is a battle coming. They would be under rules to take him back to
their main force to keep him safe and to speak with their chieftain to
see if he has any information regarding the human armies that may be of use."
"Can
you tell me which way I can go to find the kobold army? All I
care about is to get back to the arms of my love again," pleaded Neville.
"Your
love? You mean he is more than just friend to you? I
thought the humans did not allow the pairing of the same gender.
It would come as a surprise to me if that has changed," said
Tenimo.
"Indeed, it would be news to me as well and a most interesting and important development," said Zebok.
"He
means everything to me," said Neville, "He is the love of my life and I
had only just revealed my feelings to him and he to me last night
moments before he was ripped away from me. Our people do not
approve of the pairing of the same gender. That is why he only
just revealed his feelings for me. He'd been hiding
them to protect me. He is the love of my life and I am his."
"Oh
my, you should have said so in the first place," said Zebok, "We take
matters of love quite seriously among our people. Tenimo, let us
be off. We will take young Neville here back to our main force at
once!"
"To your force? I thought you said they would take Jake to the kobold army," said Neville.
"They
are one in the same, or at least they will be shortly if they are not already. The orc
armies were defeated when the humans sacked our city but we pulled out
quickly when we knew our cause was hopeless in order to keep our losses to an absolute minimum. We knew the humans
would assume we would regroup and move what was left of our forces to
the ogres' main keep to join up with them since they are the closest
and the most powerful of our allies, so we did the opposite and marched
hard and fast to join the kobolds who we felt the humans would strike
at next. We were within a day or two's march from each other when
Tenimo and I left and ran ahead to take a forward position and assess
the situation ourselves," explained Zebok.
"Assess what situation exactly?" asked Neville.
"These
are military matters and I have perhaps said too much already though
you would have discovered that much of it when we arrived at our main
encampment. I would prefer not to discuss these matters any
further if you
don't mind my dear boy. Be at ease knowing we are taking you to
our main force, which will be merging with the kobold army or has done so already. That
is where your love would be taken. You will be reunited with him
within a day or two, I promise," Zebok said and smiled warmly.
The
orc had been crouched in front of Neville as he spoke. Neville's
heart soared at the news of his coming reunions with Jake and without
thinking he sat forward and embraced the orc warmly.
"Thank you so much Zebok! I don't know how I will ever replay you for this kindness!" Neville exclaimed.
The orc put his arms around the boy in a tight hug and patted his back.
"It
is not a favor that would need repaying my boy," the orc said warmly, "As I said we take
matters of love quite seriously and the support of them our duty. Tenimo and I had dallied a bit too
long
with some friends of ours we ran into here in the forest. We had
a bit of a celebration. The two of us were just leaving to start
back to our army when we found signs of someone running headlong
through the forest, and then signs of a struggle. We could see that
someone had been captured and was being led away. We moved to
investigate and followed you here. We are past due heading back
to the main force. You will simply be our guest on a short
journey we had planned to take anyhow. Let us proceed."
Neville stood and looked around and found his discarded breechclout and tied it back on under his ragged shirt.
The
orc looked at him and shook his head sadly and said, "I do wish we had
something for you to wear. You are in such a state! Your
buff jerkin looks like it came from someone much larger. Someone
who
was killed by an orc I would venture going by the stab pattern.
We do get a bit carried away with our scimitars. You must
tell me the whole story of your ordeal as we walk."
"It
is such a relief to know that Jake is safe. I think I may finally be
relaxed enough to tell the whole thing without being overcome by the
fear I've felt," said Neville.
"My dear boy, you do not strike me as anything but courageous. In any case you are quite safe
now with us. Know well that your life's love is probably already with
the kobold army and being treated better than he's ever been in his
life. I assure you that when next you see him he will likely be wearing a very wide grin," Zebok assured him.
...
Jake,
Tithan, and Jex had
been running at the best speed that the smith could maintain and they
had finally reached the kobolds' camp from the night before a while after
the first three kobolds had done. It had not taken Tithan and Jex
long to discern that the other kobolds had run off following Neville's
scent back towards town.
Jake
was in extreme distress. Neville must have assumed him gone
forever; captured by evil monsters and taken away for who knew what
reason. The boy must have given up and done the only thing he
could think of which was to go back home and do what he could to try to
help his family.
Jake and the two kobolds were now running in
the direction of town to see if there was anything that could still be
done for him when suddenly they all heard a woman's scream of terror
somewhere well off in the distance back and to their right.
It sounded as though someone were being murdered.
They all veered right and began to run at speed towards the sound.
As they ran they heard the woman scream again, this time much louder.
Jake increased his speed and began to run so fast he thought his lungs might burst from the effort.
...
Carvell
Hawthorne ran through the darkness pulling his wife Emma along with
him. He did not know exactly which direction they were going and
he
didn't care. He knew they were running in a roughly southerly
direction away from their village. He needed to put some distance
between them and
Braddock's army.
The men had been too drunk already when he'd
returned to the inn to follow through on their threat of using him
more. They ate their meals and demanded more food. They drank
until nearly dawn before they finally succumbed and the last of them
fell asleep at the table.
Carvell and Emma finally managed to
slip out the back but it was beginning to get light already. The
innkeeper was terrified that they might be seen. There were bound
to be guards coming to relieve the ones at the door of the inn soon and
they would realize one was missing. It would not be long before the alarm
would be raised.
Poor
Emma was just too exhausted to run for
long as they had both been on their feet for more than twenty four
hours and the last eight or so had been a night of terror. It was
not safe to run in broad daylight as they would be too
easily seen. Carvell had found the deepest and thickest stand of
brush and trees he could and they lay down and hid in them praying they
would not be found. Emma succumbed to sleep very quickly and
the
innkeeper held out as long as he could so he could watch over her
but he too succumbed and fell asleep.
The
two woke after
twilight less than twenty minutes after their only son had passed
within yards of their hiding spot unbeknownst to any of them.
They could see in the distance that their beloved village was
in flames and all of the buildings had collapsed.
It simply didn't
matter. They had their lives and that was the only truly precious
thing. Carvell was confident in the smith's ability to protect
his son so he knew his entire family was safe and alive for the time being. The inn had been
nothing more than a carefully ordered pile of wood and could be rebuilt easily enough. His family was
everything and irreplaceable.
Now
that Carvell was able to get his bearings properly
he realized that they'd been running straight towards kobold territory.
He felt that would be too dangerous so he risked doubling back a
little while heading further west and south now that it was dark enough
to move around unseen. His intent was to circle back
past the town and then take refuge along the base of the mountains to
the south for the time being.
It turned out to be a bad decision
in the end. Braddock, in his anger over the loss of his captives,
must have ordered his men to search the woods.
The innkeeper and
his wife ran through the forest in the dark and as they rounded some
trees they almost ran right into a pair of soldiers.
"Halt!" demanded one of the soldiers.
Emma
screamed. Then she and the innkeeper both turned and ran from the
soldiers as fast as they could. Emma tripped and fell.
Carvell turned back and went down on one knee to help her up. The two
soldiers were almost upon them.
"Move and I'll throw my axe at the woman's head!" the soldier ordered while he pulled his axe and brandished it.
The two realized they were caught and Carvell dropped his other knee and sat back on his legs and waited for the end.
Just
as the soldiers were about to reach them a blur of movement came from
the right. Carvell barely had time to focus before he realized it
was a kobold!
The
creature leaped high through the air brandishing a
mace. The soldiers did not even see him coming from the side.
As the kobold arced towards them through the air his mace came
down on the first soldier's helm with
enough force to cave in the side of it and there was no doubt the skull
inside was in worse shape as the soldier instantly began to fall in a
lifeless
heap. Even as he was still falling the kobold was still hurtling
downward towards the second soldier and he spun as he
came in front of the soldier and his jaws snapped shut on the man's
exposed throat and as the kobold continued to spin he tore the man's
throat from his body and then the kobold hit the ground and
rolled once onto his feet and turned back to face the soldiers and spat
the flesh from his mouth and snarled menacingly.
The
second soldier's lifeless body, with blood spurting from his torn open
throat, hit the ground just shortly after the first soldier with the
caved in skull, and the kobold stood and turned to face the two humans
with gore and blood dripping from his razor sharp teeth.
Emma
screamed again and fainted. Carvell Hawthorne knew their end had
come. He was unarmed and this kobold was clearly a vicious killer. He lifted his unconscious wife into
his arms. He wanted to be holding her when the kobold finished
them both.
Just as the innkeeper was beginning to resign himself to his fate the kobold did something most unexpected.
He
went down on the ground and rolled onto his back with his paws in the
air exposing his belly like the submissive pose a dog would take before
its master. He held that position for a few moments and then he
spoke.
"Please
do not be afraid my dear man. My name is Lox, and I intend only
to help you and your people to get to safety," said the kobold.
"You......what?" asked the innkeeper, eyes wide and mouth gaping.
"You
are in danger out here my dear as you have already seen. I was on
my way to track down a force of orcs and ogres that are in the area and bring
them back to assist in the rescue of your people but I heard your poor
dear wife scream and I diverted here," explained Lox.
"You were trying to rescue us? Why?" Neville's father was truly confused by this.
Lox rolled back to all fours and stood up.
"You are the kinfolk of the sweet wonderful man Jake and his life's love Neville are you not?" he asked.
"Neville?! What do you know of my son?" asked Carvell now really becoming confused.
Why
would a kobold know the name of his son and the town blacksmith?
How would he know of the smith's love for the boy? Why is
he being helpful? It was all a bit strange and he began to wonder
if he was hallucinating in the final moments of his life. Perhaps
the soldier had thrown his axe and it was now firmly lodged in his
skull and he was dying.
"Neville is your whelp?! Oh my, what strange coincidence," said Lox.
Just then Jake, Tithan and Jex came crashing
out of the trees and stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them.
Everyone stared at everyone else in stunned silence for a moment.
"Jakobson! Why are you here? Why are you with kobolds? Where is Neville?!" asked the innkeeper.
Jake's face became a mask of anguish as he approached Neville's father.
"I am so sorry Carvell; I have lost him," he said.
"Lost him!? I trusted you with my son's life! How could you lose him?" the innkeeper demanded.
Jex
felt he had to intervene and he moved in front of Jake and slowly
approached the angry innkeeper while bowing low and presenting his open
forepaws palm up.
"Please,
my dear man. I understand your anger but I must tell you that it
is my fault that your whelp is on his own and it is in no way the fault
of your sweet friend! I
mistook Jake for a threat and I incapacitated him, not knowing he'd
been charged with guarding your whelp's life! Please, do not be
angry with him! He is not at fault in the least! I came at
him from behind and there was nothing he could have done to prevent
it!" he lamented.
Carvell began to calm down and he realized he had spoken too hastily.
"I
have just seen what one of you is capable of when you decide to attack.
Lox here saved my wife's life and my own in a most efficient
manner that those soldiers could certainly do nothing to prevent," said
the innkeeper, "Please accept my apology Jake. I spoke without
knowing the facts."
"Jex,
Tithan, we tracked the whelp far enough to see that he is still alive
and ran off back along the mountains in the direction of our advancing army.
Beowul and Stenwul have gone after him. They will find him
and keep him safe. There is no need for concern my dears.
We discovered signs of an orc scouting party who were part of a
larger contingent of orcs and ogres
and I was tracking back to their location to bring them back
here to assist with the rescue of the humans from their evil soldiers.
We need to bring the whelp's sire and his sweet wife with us to
the orcs and enlist their aide to help us rescue the rest of the poor
people of
Jake's village!" explained Lox.
Jake said, "Carvell is this true? Did the townsfolk manage to escape?"
The
innkeeper nodded, "I wasn't sure until now but it sounds like they did.
I had no time to check when Emma and I saw our chance to escape.
After you and I parted last night I stopped and informed Nestor Billings of our danger and asked him
to organize a quiet exodus of the people. It seems as though he
succeeded. They were to scatter in the woods in order to be
harder to catch."
"That
is good news, though it will also make
them harder to find and get to safety, but if anyone can find them all
quickly in the dark it will be the kobolds," said Jake, "There is no
time to
explain in full Carvell. I can only ask that you trust me when I
say these kobolds, all kobolds in fact, are very kind and no threat to
civilians. They are willing to help us find our people and take
them to safety. It may be hard to believe but please, you must
trust me. The orcs, kobolds and even the ogres are no threat to
us. They will protect us with their lives against Braddock and
his men. We need to go with these kobolds and find the orcs as
fast as we
can. There is no time to lose if everyone is still out running in
the woods in the dark and Braddock's men are out here."
Carvell
Hawthorne was completely taken aback. The other races were going
to protect them all against the human army? He did not know what
to say.
His wife's safety was paramount for the moment though and he
certainly trusted his lifelong friend.
He nodded firmly and he took his wife into his arms and lifted her up.
Lox yipped and then moved off toward the trail of the orcs he'd been following and the rest of the party followed him.
Jake took up the rear and as he ran he became more and more concerned as he wondered what might be happening to Neville.
He prayed silently that Beowul and Stenwul would suddenly emerge from the darkness with Neville smiling between them.
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