100-Word Challenge, Day 351


Post Yule Pyre
Post Yule Pyre (Photo credit: thepartycow)

I float above the bodies of the fallen goblins until I come to the fallen form of Julius. I did not know him well, but I counted him a friend. I set down beside him, and pick up his broken body. I know he is dead, his soul consigned to oblivion, but I would see his body given a proper burial. I walk toward the center of the room, pushing aside goblin corpses with my will, and set his body down at my feet.

“Stand back,” I commanded as I focused my power and summoned a funeral pyre of ancient pine and oak. “Bring your dead to me,” I say and the elves obey.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 350



The cavern is silent. I can sense everyone in the room, but they are silent. The goblins are dead, most of them at my hand, and the elves are terrified. They invited a monster into their home and didn’t know what to do about it. I suppose their action would be more negative if I hadn’t shown myself to be on their side. I can’t blame them for fearing me.

The wizard escaped, but I suspect it was an automatic defense rather than a conscious attempt to save his own life. I can sense trace of teleportation magic emanating from where he stood just moments earlier. He broke through the barrier and set me free. The backlash would have killed a lesser man. This, Vandal, bears remembering.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 327


The Rage of Achilles
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I don’t dare take my eyes off the wizard or his goblin flunkies, but I sense Julius moving beside me. “I’m sorry, but what’s your name?” I ask, trying to buy time for Julius and the elves.

“I am known as Vandal,” he says with a slight bow. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

I shrug my shoulders and step forward a little to shield Julius from Vandal. “Honestly I’ve never heard of you, but I’m a little unfamiliar with the lesser powers.”

Vandal sucks his breath in through gritted teeth. “You’ll pay for that Blessed. No one mocks Vandal.”

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100-Word Challenge, Day 326

“How do I know you won’t kill them anyway?” I ask. I have no intention of being taken, but I’ll do what I can to buy time while I figure a way out of this.

The wizard laughs and says, “you don’t silly Angel. I can take you by force and kill everything in this cavern for fun.” The goblins look at each other nervously. “But I don’t have to. If you submit peacefully I will take you away from here and release the elves from their glamour in time for them to have a fighting chance against the goblins.” The goblins’ wicked laughter fills the cavern. “So what do you say?”

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100-Word Challenge, Day 322

“I don’t think he summoned these,” Julius says between slashes. “These are locals and they would have to have some serious incentive or fear to bring them here.”

“Well that doesn’t sound good.” I move through a series of thrusts and slashes that push the tide of goblins back.

Julius uses his magic to kill a dozen more in a burst of purple lightning. “I think we’ll find out who is behind this soon. I sense the wizard getting closer.” As he finishes speaking the wall of goblins thins and gives us wide birth. I look to Julius who stands transfixed, his eyes locked on the tunnel entrance. “It is so beautiful,” he whispers.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 321

“Well I wasn’t going to miss out on all of this fun,” he says as he stabs a goblin in the stomach.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” I say.

“I don’t know about okay, but I’m well enough to handle these vermin.” His daggers are a whirlwind of death to his enemies. He stabs and cuts at will, nimbly dancing away from the longer blades and cudgels of the goblin horde. “There seems to be a lot of them.”

“Yes, I didn’t expect the wizard to summon so many.” I continue to butcher the goblins, re-energized by the appearance of Julius.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 320

“Apage!” The shout from behind me breaks through the cacophony as an arrow through the air. It is laced with power: ancient magic that has an immediate effect. The goblins surrounding me, both dead and alive, are flung back toward the tunnel. The pause in the onslaught is brief, but long enough for me to regain my footing. “Be careful, Justin,” Julius says as he steps over the head of a fallen goblin to stand beside me, “the blood is impossible to get out of your clothes.”

“I thought you were still in bed,” I say as I decapitate the first goblin brave enough to charge again.

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