The heart of darkness- part 2
As Niklas tried to free himself from the vice-like grip, he remembered his teacher telling him about those monsters. They were called "Chuuls" and he distinctly recalled Brother William talking about the tentacles, which hung under the crustacean's head like a beard. They were strong enough to wrap around a horse and injected a paralysing poison into the Chuul's victim.
Niklas doubled his efforts, as the chuul moved him to his tentacles, but the claws were as immovable as if they were forged with steel. When he reached the tentacles, they wrapped around him and he felt their tips pushing under his skin, immediately pumping their poison into his veins.
Meanwhile, Jan swung had jumped down from his horse, and while his steed attacked the chuul with it's hooves, he swung his sword at it. But to his surprise, the carapace proved to be harder than he thought, and his blade bounced back, merely denting the hard chitin.
The others joined his efforts, hardly hurting the monsters, while Niklas felt how his spirits left him. The poison was working now, and he felt more and more detached from his body, and as the chuul's mandibles started to chew on him, he was already too far-gone to notice it, drifting away into a land of dreams...
In those dreams, he was five years old again, and playing hide and seek with his brother and his father. There was no problem in the world as he hid behind the forge and the sun was slowly sinking behind the window...
Then, his brother stood behind him and emptied a bucket of water over his head.
The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by water. Immediately, his spirits returned, and he pushed himself up, bursting out of the muddy pond water in which he had been dropped. After vomiting what felt like half of the pond's dirty and reeking water, he looked around and saw that the Chuul that had held him was now killed, and he quickly thanked Corean, for he was sure that he had been close to really meeting his father again. He was severely wounded, and still groggy from the paralysing poison, but the fight wasn't over just yet.
The remaining Chuul had just tossed Torn against a tree, and the halforc dropped to the ground, limp like a lifeless bag of potatoes. To his right, the monk noticed Trepat, who was bleeding from a chest wound and who was slowly sliding from the muddy ground into the pond.
Niklas waded through the water as hurriedly as possible while pulling out a potion of healing, and after a few steps, he had reached Trepat. Holding up the elf's head, he filled the potion into his mouth, and immediately, Trepat's eyes started to flutter and the sorcerer was back.
Ben, Jan and their steeds were still fighting the Chuul. Thinking quickly, Trepat noticed that the only one standing in the water was the chuul, and he shot a lighting bolt into the water. There, the electricity exploded in a burst of light and steam. The Chuul, who was already wounded, jerked in spastic motions as the current ran through his body and then, when it was over, he crashed forward to the ground, his small brain completely fried.
After healing Torn and the others who were wounded, Ben stood scratching over the two carcasses:" I wonder whether someone could make an armor out of their carapaces...“
"We could try. There is still space in our bag of holding", Torn said, and pulled out his hatchet.
His friends working on the carcasses, Trepat looked idly onto the pond when he saw something glittering. Carefully, he stepped in, and pulled a silver coin out of the water. After rubbing it against his pants, he turned the coin in his hand. On one side, it had the head of a jester, and on the other a skull.
Wondering about the strange design, he called for his friends, and after looking around, they found three humanoid skeletons, more coins and a sceptre that was topped by a jester's head. The sceptre was magical, but here in the forest, Trepat had no time to settle down and ascertain the properties of the item.
When they were done, they went deeper and deeper into the forest. At night, they were assaulted by a group of slitheren, regular soldiers and red witch sorcerers, and when the next morning came, none of them had slept well, since the screams of pain were audible throughout the night as well.
They packed up their things and moved on. After an hour, they heard a loud rustling within the nearby bush, and all of the friends grabbed for their weapons. To their surprise, a creature of which all the friends considered extinct stepped out of the bushes: a unicorn. It looked like a large warhorse, which was covered, in shaggy, walnut-hued fur. It's hooves, sharp teeth and the name-giving horn glinted in the dim light and it snorted angrily and pawed the earth.
For a moment, no one said a word. They all had heard stories about those fabulous creatures, but they were supposed to have been a part of Ghelspad that the titan's war had irrevocably destroyed. Suddenly, a low female voice called out from the trees to the creature's right:" I suggest you make no sudden moves. Duzghul isn't looking for a fight, but he is edgy..."
The friends still held their hands to their weapons, as an elfish woman appeared from the trees. Her hair, skin and clothes were all covered with layers of caked-in dirt; the only bright spot on her face were her glinting blue eyes.
"What are you doing here?“ she asked, holding her two curved blades, which looked like they were fashioned from horns like the one of her unicorn.
"We came here for we have to retrieve something the witches of Mormo had stolen from us", Trepat answered in elvish and he caught her eyes with his gaze.
"Maybe I can help you", she snapped, her eyes looking out from a small slit.
"Why should we trust you", Niklas asked.
She snorted:" Because you are deep in the Hornsaw, and unless someone helps you, you will be dead soon. So, even if I mean you harm, I would simply be the cause of the fate that will come to you in any case. Unless you find an ally who knows this forest, that is."
Trepat nodded:" All right then. We would be honoured to accept your help. We are looking for the Dar Al Annot"
"Alright. May name is Leral, and I can show you the way to the citadel, and keep you out of harm's way as long as you stay close to me", she said, still not smiling " The Annot Kalambath is the centre of their power, and it lies deep in the forest. I know the fastest way, and I know that their leader, the Blood Crone, is away at the moment. That doesn't mean the citadel is unguarded, but at least anything you attempt isn't guaranteed suicide."
Seeing that the heroes were ready to follow her, she lead them westwards. Over the next couple of days, it showed that she was indeed able to lead them in a way that let them avoid any further lethal encounters. However, she turned out to be extremely bad company as well.
She was rude, arrogant, unfriendly and spiteful. Whenever she was asked just what her relation to the other elves was, she simply avoided the issue, mentioning only that she belonged to an order that preferred to stay away from the major elvish settlements, since they believed to be the most efficient on their own.
Finally, after a nightmarish trek of several days through the outlandish and corrupted wood, Leral pushed aside a thick cluster of hanging, vine-like tendrils with the tip of one of her blades.
"We are here,“ she whispered, and her hoarse voice showed the first hint of uncertainness ever since they had met. "Annot Kalambath."
Leral stepped aside, allowing the friends to move forward and see close up just what it was they had taken on...