The Adventures of Dremron and Company
Chapter Four
Elora
Dremron lead the way up the rugged, treeless, and barren mountainside. Crowin, Behedroth and Tholoman stumbled along behind, they had been hiking for an hour so far and the slave encampment above seemed to only get farther away. It would be a long, and treacherous way to the top.
"This will be the first blow we strike against Norgot," Crowin stated to no one in particular. Behedroth nodded in agreement.
They hiked onward, and made it to the top about an hour before the sun would begin to rise. The slave encampment was located near an ore deposit that the hobgoblins had claimed. The slaves, primarily ambushed elves and men; mined the ore. The camp was quite pathetic really, and one could tell by looking at it that it was barely livable. It had a "well" ,if you could call it that, it didn't really contain much, except a minute amount of muddy water. They also had two "latrines" which you couldn't really call latrines because they were nothing more than shallow holes in the ground. There was a fire-pit in the middle of the camp, surrounded by stones and filled with charred cinders.
A row of large, and raggedy tents were lined up a little ways past the fire pit. These were guarded by the hobgoblins. There were about 16 of them all together; Dremron figured he and the others could take them, after all hobbos were notoriously cowardly and dumb-witted. Every one of the hobgoblins was armed with a short sword protruding through their belts, and a club in their hands.
They hid in the bushes, as Dremron gave them their instructions. Dremron, Crowin and Behedroth were to take care of the guards while Tholoman helped the slaves.
"It's time. Crowin, Behedroth, go to your positions," Dremron ordered.
Behedroth and Crowin crawled on their knees to a position in the back so as not to be seen. They gave the thumbs up to Dremron, signaling that they were ready.
"Tholoman, are you ready?' Dremron asked of the cleric.
"Yes, I am revered one," Tholoman replied bowing.
"Stop that nonsense this instant!" exclaimed Dremron. "You'd better not mention where you've heard of me to the others, I dislike people addressing as a noble."
"Yes chosen one," the cleric replied with a straight face. Tholoman crouched; ready to run towards the tents after Dremron started the attack.
Dremron stood up and muttered an incantation causing 4 nearby guards to get hit by a barrage of fire. This was the signal, Crowin and Behedroth jumped into action. Crowin was loosening a hail of arrows while Behedroth was running his blade through every hobgoblin he could get to. Tholoman called down a rain of ball lightning, almost hitting Dremron.
"Watch it there, cleric," yelled Dremron, parrying a hobbo's blade with his staff.
All the guards were dead or mortally wounded; Tholoman noticed that while they had been fighting, the slaves had come out. They were a sorry looking bunch, most of them malnourished or crippled. They eyed the four people who had freed them wearily and nervously. One of them, a female elf stepped forward. She was a tall and slender, with brown hair, and blue eyes.
"Thank you for freeing us, my name is Elora," said the beautiful figure. "What are your names?" she inquired.
"I am Dremron," said the mage. "That is Tholoman, Crowin, and Behedroth," he said, pointing to each of the 3 figures in turn. "We are on a quest to defeat Norgot."
"I wish death on Norgot for what he has done to elves, and men alike, may I join you, I'm pretty good with a rapier," Said Elora, a look of longing in her eyes.
"If that is your wish," said Dremron.