《Era Of The Kobold》Volume 1 - Chapter 14
Advertisement
The day had arrived and it was almost dusk. We were preparing supplies. It was supposed to be a long mission, so we took some rations. Aside from our normal weapons, Vyth had made something. It looked like a small wooden barrel, but it had a few small holes in it. I didn’t get a close enough look at it, as Vyth teasingly kept it away from me, saying that it’s a surprise.
We silently walked through the forest, checking our surroundings constantly. To say we were on edge, is an understatement. We didn’t think they had a trap set up for us, but couldn’t rule out the possibility. We went to the forest's edge, where we could see the village. I remembered the first time I had seen it. It didn’t look all that interesting then, but now it gave me a bit of a sense of dread. I noticed that a few more houses had sprung up since the first time I’d seen it. It’s been slowly growing.
“Well, what now, Othokentir?”, Sklarsklaricin asked.
All eyes were on me. They were banking on me coming up with a good plan, but I didn’t even want to enter the village. I thought for a bit. What if we started out of the village? Or under it.
“How about we dig a tunnel that leads under the village? We could set up a temporary base and multiple hidden entrances to escape to”, I proposed.
“Then let’s start there!”, Vyth said.
He was pointing to some shrubs which were on the edge of the forest closest to the village. We went to it and began digging. It took a long time, but we managed to dig all the way to the villages centre. There, we dug out a chamber for us. We started planning out the lay-out of our base, deciding where we’d dig out a chamber for storage, where to put traps and which traps to use.
It was simple. No tiny tunnels leading to different parts or large chambers with much purpose. Just a sleeping chamber and storage, all connected with a tunnel each. We returned to the forest to collect materials for traps and bedding. Turalisjtilsin dug out a second tunnel leading to the outside. It came out in the same forest, but a good bit removed from the first tunnel.
Advertisement
Both tunnels had a tripwire at the entrance, which if triggered, would drop some rocks in a small box with other rocks in our sleeping chambers. It’s not that loud, but it’s good enough to alert us. Each tunnel also has a pit trap with wooden spikes at the bottom. Lastly, each tunnel has a small mound of earth with a few holes. They’re wasp nests we had managed to take from the forest. It wasn’t easy, as we needed to sedate them first with the spray of a skunk, but it was worth it. The tunnels have a few a actual dirt mounds, so it wouldn’t be suspicious. The idea is that they’ll crush the nest and get attacked by the wasps.
The entire process took up the whole night. We were exhausted. We went into our lair and slept on the grass we had collected for our bedding. Sleep didn’t come all too easy, knowing that we’re right under our enemies. But, the exhaustion helped.
We eventually woke up. The sun was still shining, but it was getting close to dusk. It was like winter, when it's always still night time when you have to go to school. Except, it was summer. It was like the whole cycle had been flipped. Something I only now took notice of. I didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary, so I left through the second entrance, which was under some shade.
When I got to the surface, I saw Vyth and Turalisjtilsin sitting next to each other. Both were just staring at the village quietly. It didn’t take long for them to notice me. Vyth gestured for me to take a seat next to him. I sat down and observed the village with them, watching the people work in the fields in the distance and children playing outside. Some went inside already, while others headed for the bar.
Among them, I recognised one of the adventurers. He looked human. From what I could tell, he wore leather armour and had a bow over his shoulders, with the quiver on his back. He entered the bar. The sun was setting. It was almost our time.
Advertisement
“What’s the plan?”, Vyth asked.
“For now, I just want to look around for a good spot for me to stay in during day time”.
“You don’t want to try and kill one?”, Rekiwr asked as he came up to the surface.
“Our mission was for me to learn more spells from their elf companion. Let’s not take any risks this time”.
Rekiwr seemed a bit disappointed by this, but let it go. I’m sure he’s not the only one. Getting rid of even one would greatly help the tribe. However, we stand no chance. Not now. Probably never, to be fair. We could never reach their level, but at least we can make up for it through sheer numbers.
We waited for a while, waiting until it was dark enough to obscure our presence. While waiting we did see the man in armour go to the bar. He was carrying what seemed like a wooden box about a fourth his size. The few people who were still out, heading home, seemed to stare at the box. One even got a bit jump scared.
“Othokentir, did you see that?”, Vyth asked.
“Yeah, I did”.
“I wonder what that was”, Turalisjtilsin said.
The streets were empty and it had gotten really dark. Light still came from some houses and the bar, but it wasn’t likely we’d run into someone. We entered the village and began looking around. Splitting up seemed like the most efficient method, but I didn’t want to risk it.
I had to mainly see her practice. Following her and the other adventurers was also an option, but one I’ll only consider if she doesn’t practice anywhere here. If she does do that, the open area at the other end of the village would be a great spot. Next to it was a typical barn. It could probably serve as a good hideout.
We approached the barn stealthily. I signalled for the rest to stay put for a moment. I had to check if there were any animals. Good thing I did, as there were cows in there. I tried to stay out of sight, because I’m sure I’d startle them. I went back to the others to explain the situation. Once they understood, we all went in.
We went to a corner, behind some hay bales. There, I climbed up a wooden pillar up to the top floor. There wasn’t much here. Certainly no more cows. There were some crates and tools that looked to have been created 3 generations back. The floor was smaller than the one bellow, with it being in an U-shape as well. Railings taller than me stopped anyone from falling off. It had no windows, so I went to the side facing the open area and poked a little hole in it with my claw.
“Hey, Othokentir! How about this as a hiding spot?”, Sklarsklaricin asked.
He pointed to a few of those crates. They were put in a way that left a small amount of space in between. They were also close to another one of those pillars, allowing for a quick escape if need be.
I had my spot. I looked back through the hole, to see if it was in the right place. I could see a large part of the area and even saw a damaged dummy made of hay. They do train there. I lucked out! Everything was set up. Now, I just had to wait for daytime. The others returned to the hideout. Except for Vyth. He didn’t feel good about leaving me alone, but I’m sure he’s also excited to see magic in action. I even caught him discreetly making another hole while I looked around the barn.
Advertisement
- In Serial362 Chapters
Don't Feed The Dark
Something malevolent has awoken in Northeast Ohio. Former acquaintances, neighbors, loved ones-all at random-transform into flesh-craving monsters hell bent on devouring the living. Corpses are rising from their places of unrest. Nocturnal animal-man hybrids hunt in packs. The dead are awakening from within the living… By morning, the sun weeps over streets splattered blood-red as an unsettling silence soon follows, lulling the broken remains of society into believing the blood bath is over. Survivors gather to lick their wounds and salvage what is left of their ravaged lives as local governments struggle to maintain law and order. As a second wave approaches, a handful of survivors from all walks of life must put aside their differences and band together to escape the pending slaughter while storm clouds begin to gather from within their fragile community. Some who were once respectable in the eyes of society will devolve into madness while the despicable rise to the occasion in a world no longer respecting of persons. It is their world now. The dead are hungry and do not discriminate. ~~~ Don't Feed The Dark had officially ended. For further details refer to the last post in the series. Please vote for Don't Feed The Dark at topwebfiction to show your support and help more readers discover this series. Thank you in advance. ~~~
8 250 - In Serial15 Chapters
Programmable Magic
Our main character, Reo van Dijck, tries to survive in a world where magic-spells are stored in game-like-cartridges. Only a few lucky ones can use them though. These chosen ones are venerated and worshipped like celebrities, unbelievable riches lie only a single dungeon-exploration away for them, they are called Machia. What will happen to our protagonist when he awakens as a Machia and discovers that he can actually program these magic-cartridges?... The Earth also changed drastically since the dungeons appeared, how could it not? These unknown, giant towers suddenly started spewing out hordes of fiends and monstrosities. Only The Machia were able to defend against these attacks on humanity. Countries were destroyed, safe-havens were build and then yet again destroyed. Eventually humanity adapted, like it always does. The economy was rebuild and centered around these new towers, these dungeons, the treasures they hold outweigh their dangers. Life is relatively safe again, for most at least… Read about Reo’s exploits, an immigrant from the Netherlands, as he tries to honor his dead parents and… find love? Establish a Guild?! Live the Ideal Harem life?!! BECOME PIRATE KING?!!! Okay maybe not that last one, but Reo will definitely leave his mark behind on this world full of mystery. This story features romance, comradery, an interesting power system and a post-apocalyptic world with amusing characters, what more do you want?! No seriously, I’m always open to constructive feedback. This story also displays my interpretation of a magic-coding-language (based on JAVA). Although knowledge about coding helps, you can also enjoy the story without it 😊.
8 282 - In Serial145 Chapters
Time to Fly
Time to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetry about mental health struggles, heartbreak, love, and healing. TW: mental illness, suicidal thoughts#1 sad poems - 6/11/22#1 poem - 6/25/22#1 feelings - 6/26/22#1 poem collection - 6/29/22#1 thoughts - 7/1/22#1 happy poems - 7/31/22
8 99 - In Serial15 Chapters
Heaven's Wing
Azalea, a young licensed Demon Hunter, is traveling from the country of Laamhi to go to the country of Westar where she is planning on looking back into some aspects of her past. Instead of going to directly to her destination, she decided to stop over in Ylam city in the country of Surus. In Ylam City, an organized hunt is called to take down an A-rank demon, Ur’Yarha. Azalea decides to join the hunt to gather more experience and since it is in the way to her destination. To avoid conflict with other hunters, she promises to take only the credit of participation, leaving all other loots and monetary rewards to them. The hunt is to finish smoothly until a spoiled noble thought of a different plan after laying his eyes at her. Unfortunately, this pampered rich-boy of an influential and powerful clan in the region does not take rejection quite well. Trouble comes to Azalea one after another.
8 110 - In Serial18 Chapters
Library Magic
Isaiah a world of magic. The current state of world is a battle of the races, which the demons and humans that co-exist are winning. There, a human who is gifted by God with a strange power. A human that can do the what was known as the impossible and is changing the world within. But what is his goal? To become a God? Or is it more deeper than that? Find out as this is the story of that human.
8 148 - In Serial76 Chapters
how the words come
"this is the poetrythat has come fromfinally realizing it is okayto be okaybut also not okayat the same time."~'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into two parts. the first part, titled 'the broken and the bruised' delves into the pain and heartbreak one feels while dealing with the trauma an abuser leaves in their wake. the second part, titled ' the happy and the healed' is filled with lighter, positive, and empowering poetry, embodying the strength and joy one finds in new love and in healing. there are also pieces covering topics like feminism, gun control, the act of writing itself, and self-love throughout the entire collection. for more of catarine hancock's poetry, check out her instagram: @catarinehancock
8 130

