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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 3413438" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Six hundred posts in seven months... that was fast. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /> </p><p></p><p>Thanks again to all readers who have supported the story hour by reading and posting. </p><p></p><p>* * * * * </p><p></p><p>Chapter 129</p><p></p><p>A SECOND FRONT</p><p></p><p></p><p>The central market and gathering space of the goblin city of Grezneck was located in a huge irregular cavern, approximately three hundred and fifty feet wide, and over five hundred feet long at its furthest extent. In typical times, the place was crowded with hundreds of goblins and other creatures, guests and traders at the goblin city. Orcs, giants, and ogres were common visitors, and sometimes even drow, duergar, or derro could be seen moving between the dozens of market stalls set up around the perimeter of the place. A constant din of activity usually filled the cavern, as the voices of those many visitors filled the place with a constant and tumultuous babel. </p><p></p><p>But not now.</p><p></p><p>A thick haze of smoke filled the air, obscuring a clear view of the place. Several fires continued to flicker around the perimeter of the cavern, as the remnants of a few stalls and shops burned. Through the haze, bodies could be seen, scattered here and there, many of which had been hacked to pieces. An overpowering stench of blood and smoke and waste filled the place, slowly turning as the inevitable sweet smell of rot crept in. </p><p></p><p>Goblin prisoners, many heavily bound, lay in occasional groups scattered across the chamber, guarded by undead monsters, mostly skeletons and zombies, many of which had until recently been residents of the city themselves. A few taller, heavily-armored figures clad in black walked among them, directing the undead. Files of prisoners were marched out of the chamber even as new groups were escorted in. </p><p></p><p>A goblin entered the chamber in the company of one of these groups of prisoners. This creature was clearly not a captive, clad in the black robes of the cult of Orcus, which could not entirely conceal the plate armor it wore, or the weapons that dangled from its belt. A pair of shadows followed it, hovering behind its shoulders. </p><p></p><p>The goblin crossed the cavern to the raised mound that jutted out into it from the far wall. The mound was surrounded by a low moat, crossed only by a crude and narrow bridge fashioned of bones and leather. Bodies bobbed in the moat, the corpses already bloated near to bursting. </p><p></p><p>The goblin crossed the bridge and ascended the mound, having some difficulty due to the weight of its gear. A pair of armored humans awaited it. They were looking out over the scene as it finally gained the summit of the mound, about fifteen feet above the level of the surrounding cavern floor. A large stone block was set here as well, an altar carved with unholy markings. Neither human turned to greet the newcomer. </p><p></p><p>“Lord Theron,” the goblin hissed. </p><p></p><p>One of the two humans turned. The other, a female, stood behind him, offering only a desultory look through the eyeslits of her full helm. Both wore surcoats over their armor that bore the sigil of Orcus. The goblin had power, that much was obvious in the way that it held a pair of shadows in thrall, but it clearly deferred to the humans.</p><p></p><p>“Report,” Theron said, his voice deep and sonorous within the depths of his helm.</p><p></p><p>“Herzord has rallied several hundred warriors in the barracks complex,” the goblin said. “Most of the rest of the city has been pacified; there are a few pockets of resistance, but none will last the day.”</p><p></p><p>“It would seem that your treachery was not completely unanticipated, Tribitz,” the woman priest said. “What of the clerics that betrayed their oaths to the True God?”</p><p></p><p>“Nearly all have been taken, Lady Celleen,” the goblin said. “I swear to you, by day’s end, all will begin their repentance for their sins against the Master.”</p><p></p><p>“And Herzord?” she asked. </p><p></p><p>“His position is very strong, great lady. In addition to his own forces, he was able to evacuate a large percentage of the city’s garrison before loyal forces could cut them off.”</p><p></p><p>“And they managed to destroy your vaunted stone golem in the process,” Celleen said. </p><p></p><p>“Regrettably, true. But the spider demon that the Master granted me proved quite effective in destroying the other cells of resistance. Unfortunately, such a creature cannot fit into the narrow confines of the barracks complex. The entrance has been heavily fortified.”</p><p></p><p>Celleen started to offer a reply, but Theron forestalled her with a small gesture. “What of the incorporeal undead that were loaned to you?”</p><p></p><p>The goblin paused, just for an instant, but one that was noted by both humans. “Ah, that was my first thought as well, as no mundane defense can stand against such creatures. Most disappointingly, they were destroyed. It would seem that the enemy has priests among its ranks.”</p><p></p><p>“Priests? I thought you had said that the worship of your goblin-god had been supplanted by the true faith here in Grezneck.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, that is true, great lord,” the goblin said. It pointedly did not look at the altar stone, which, though covered with fresh sigils and symbols across its top and sides praising the demon prince, still had faint markings along its base that were just visible, reminders of the earlier loyalties of Grezneck’s religious community. “However, it would seem that there were a few... ah... some individuals that paid homage to the Dark Creeper, in secret.”</p><p></p><p>“Dagos,” Theron said. “What a surprise. And I presume that most of these heretics are now with the guard captain and his allies?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, great lord.”</p><p></p><p>The human looked away for a moment. “You may go,” he finally said. “Continue mopping up the resistance. For now, set a strong guard at the entrance to the barracks. We will deal with them soon enough.”</p><p></p><p>The goblin nodded, and quickly departed. The humans stood there in silence until it had crossed the bridge, and vanished back into the haze of the cavern. </p><p></p><p>“That creature is a filthy worm,” Celleen finally said. </p><p></p><p>“Do not underestimate him,” Theron replied. “He managed to successfully conceal a plot to destroy his own city, gained power over a greater stone golem, and, as he so pointedly reminded us, summoned a bebilith and bound it to his will. And under the circumstances, the defection of a third of his priests is to be expected. In all honesty, I thought that it would be an even split between those who remained loyal to the True God, and those that chose loyalty to their own race and people once Tribitz betrayed them.”</p><p></p><p>“Once the last resistance is quashed, we should sacrifice the lot of them, starting with Tribitz. That a creature so loathsome should have such power...”</p><p></p><p>“It may come to that, but do not be so quick to promote cannibalization of the ranks of the faithful,” Theron said. “After all, that logic, taken to its furthest extend, can be dangerous to us as well.”</p><p></p><p>“We are favored,” Celleen said, but her tone made it clear that the man’s words had scored.</p><p></p><p>“For the moment. And do not forget that a mere month ago, we were mere functionaries ourselves, middling priests, in the ranks with Severus, Dallia, Acheros and the like. Zehn and Gudmund were far more powerful than we.”</p><p></p><p>“We were chosen for greater things.”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps. I wonder if even Maphistal realized what would happen, when we were sent into the slave pits to take charge of the prisoners, and begin refinement of the Rite of Sacrifice. I am beginning to wonder, myself. The rituals we helped craft are what has allowed the plan to move ahead; without the ability to siphon life energy into the Sphere of Souls, we never would have gotten this far. But that we would draw some of that power into ourselves as part of the process... I believe that this was an unexpected side effect.”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever the cause, we are already more powerful than Gudmund ever was... and you above all, Theron. With these new prisoners, we will gain even more power. Soon, perhaps, even Maphistal may have reason to fear...”</p><p></p><p>Theron lifted a hand to stop her. “Do not say it, and if you are wise, do not even think it, Celleen.” He turned away and looked out over the city. “In hindsight, none of this is really unanticipated. As the hour of the final breaking approaches, old ways will crumble, new realities will emerge, and the situation will become fluid. Zehn and Gudmund have fallen, and new powers have risen in their places. But these events have only been the beginning. Do not imagine that we will be allowed to move forward to the end without intervention from those whose world lies on the cutting board.”</p><p></p><p>“I too have read the <em>Codex</em>, my love. Our victory is inevitable.”</p><p></p><p>He turned back to her. “Perhaps.”</p><p></p><p>“Heresy?” she asked, her voice light. </p><p></p><p>“If it were not for heresy, we never would have perfected the Rite,” he told her. “Come, we are done here, for the moment; Phesor will have already prepared the temple in the pits for the ritual. Let us grant the True God his tithe, and then... enjoy our reward.”</p><p></p><p>Something eager flashed in her eyes, and she stepped closer to him. “Yes,” she said, the single word filled with meaning. </p><p></p><p>The pair left, ignoring both the undead moving about the cavern, and the pathetic cries of the captives, whose torment was only just beginning.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 3413438, member: 143"] Six hundred posts in seven months... that was fast. :D Thanks again to all readers who have supported the story hour by reading and posting. * * * * * Chapter 129 A SECOND FRONT The central market and gathering space of the goblin city of Grezneck was located in a huge irregular cavern, approximately three hundred and fifty feet wide, and over five hundred feet long at its furthest extent. In typical times, the place was crowded with hundreds of goblins and other creatures, guests and traders at the goblin city. Orcs, giants, and ogres were common visitors, and sometimes even drow, duergar, or derro could be seen moving between the dozens of market stalls set up around the perimeter of the place. A constant din of activity usually filled the cavern, as the voices of those many visitors filled the place with a constant and tumultuous babel. But not now. A thick haze of smoke filled the air, obscuring a clear view of the place. Several fires continued to flicker around the perimeter of the cavern, as the remnants of a few stalls and shops burned. Through the haze, bodies could be seen, scattered here and there, many of which had been hacked to pieces. An overpowering stench of blood and smoke and waste filled the place, slowly turning as the inevitable sweet smell of rot crept in. Goblin prisoners, many heavily bound, lay in occasional groups scattered across the chamber, guarded by undead monsters, mostly skeletons and zombies, many of which had until recently been residents of the city themselves. A few taller, heavily-armored figures clad in black walked among them, directing the undead. Files of prisoners were marched out of the chamber even as new groups were escorted in. A goblin entered the chamber in the company of one of these groups of prisoners. This creature was clearly not a captive, clad in the black robes of the cult of Orcus, which could not entirely conceal the plate armor it wore, or the weapons that dangled from its belt. A pair of shadows followed it, hovering behind its shoulders. The goblin crossed the cavern to the raised mound that jutted out into it from the far wall. The mound was surrounded by a low moat, crossed only by a crude and narrow bridge fashioned of bones and leather. Bodies bobbed in the moat, the corpses already bloated near to bursting. The goblin crossed the bridge and ascended the mound, having some difficulty due to the weight of its gear. A pair of armored humans awaited it. They were looking out over the scene as it finally gained the summit of the mound, about fifteen feet above the level of the surrounding cavern floor. A large stone block was set here as well, an altar carved with unholy markings. Neither human turned to greet the newcomer. “Lord Theron,” the goblin hissed. One of the two humans turned. The other, a female, stood behind him, offering only a desultory look through the eyeslits of her full helm. Both wore surcoats over their armor that bore the sigil of Orcus. The goblin had power, that much was obvious in the way that it held a pair of shadows in thrall, but it clearly deferred to the humans. “Report,” Theron said, his voice deep and sonorous within the depths of his helm. “Herzord has rallied several hundred warriors in the barracks complex,” the goblin said. “Most of the rest of the city has been pacified; there are a few pockets of resistance, but none will last the day.” “It would seem that your treachery was not completely unanticipated, Tribitz,” the woman priest said. “What of the clerics that betrayed their oaths to the True God?” “Nearly all have been taken, Lady Celleen,” the goblin said. “I swear to you, by day’s end, all will begin their repentance for their sins against the Master.” “And Herzord?” she asked. “His position is very strong, great lady. In addition to his own forces, he was able to evacuate a large percentage of the city’s garrison before loyal forces could cut them off.” “And they managed to destroy your vaunted stone golem in the process,” Celleen said. “Regrettably, true. But the spider demon that the Master granted me proved quite effective in destroying the other cells of resistance. Unfortunately, such a creature cannot fit into the narrow confines of the barracks complex. The entrance has been heavily fortified.” Celleen started to offer a reply, but Theron forestalled her with a small gesture. “What of the incorporeal undead that were loaned to you?” The goblin paused, just for an instant, but one that was noted by both humans. “Ah, that was my first thought as well, as no mundane defense can stand against such creatures. Most disappointingly, they were destroyed. It would seem that the enemy has priests among its ranks.” “Priests? I thought you had said that the worship of your goblin-god had been supplanted by the true faith here in Grezneck.” “Yes, that is true, great lord,” the goblin said. It pointedly did not look at the altar stone, which, though covered with fresh sigils and symbols across its top and sides praising the demon prince, still had faint markings along its base that were just visible, reminders of the earlier loyalties of Grezneck’s religious community. “However, it would seem that there were a few... ah... some individuals that paid homage to the Dark Creeper, in secret.” “Dagos,” Theron said. “What a surprise. And I presume that most of these heretics are now with the guard captain and his allies?” “Yes, great lord.” The human looked away for a moment. “You may go,” he finally said. “Continue mopping up the resistance. For now, set a strong guard at the entrance to the barracks. We will deal with them soon enough.” The goblin nodded, and quickly departed. The humans stood there in silence until it had crossed the bridge, and vanished back into the haze of the cavern. “That creature is a filthy worm,” Celleen finally said. “Do not underestimate him,” Theron replied. “He managed to successfully conceal a plot to destroy his own city, gained power over a greater stone golem, and, as he so pointedly reminded us, summoned a bebilith and bound it to his will. And under the circumstances, the defection of a third of his priests is to be expected. In all honesty, I thought that it would be an even split between those who remained loyal to the True God, and those that chose loyalty to their own race and people once Tribitz betrayed them.” “Once the last resistance is quashed, we should sacrifice the lot of them, starting with Tribitz. That a creature so loathsome should have such power...” “It may come to that, but do not be so quick to promote cannibalization of the ranks of the faithful,” Theron said. “After all, that logic, taken to its furthest extend, can be dangerous to us as well.” “We are favored,” Celleen said, but her tone made it clear that the man’s words had scored. “For the moment. And do not forget that a mere month ago, we were mere functionaries ourselves, middling priests, in the ranks with Severus, Dallia, Acheros and the like. Zehn and Gudmund were far more powerful than we.” “We were chosen for greater things.” “Perhaps. I wonder if even Maphistal realized what would happen, when we were sent into the slave pits to take charge of the prisoners, and begin refinement of the Rite of Sacrifice. I am beginning to wonder, myself. The rituals we helped craft are what has allowed the plan to move ahead; without the ability to siphon life energy into the Sphere of Souls, we never would have gotten this far. But that we would draw some of that power into ourselves as part of the process... I believe that this was an unexpected side effect.” “Whatever the cause, we are already more powerful than Gudmund ever was... and you above all, Theron. With these new prisoners, we will gain even more power. Soon, perhaps, even Maphistal may have reason to fear...” Theron lifted a hand to stop her. “Do not say it, and if you are wise, do not even think it, Celleen.” He turned away and looked out over the city. “In hindsight, none of this is really unanticipated. As the hour of the final breaking approaches, old ways will crumble, new realities will emerge, and the situation will become fluid. Zehn and Gudmund have fallen, and new powers have risen in their places. But these events have only been the beginning. Do not imagine that we will be allowed to move forward to the end without intervention from those whose world lies on the cutting board.” “I too have read the [i]Codex[/i], my love. Our victory is inevitable.” He turned back to her. “Perhaps.” “Heresy?” she asked, her voice light. “If it were not for heresy, we never would have perfected the Rite,” he told her. “Come, we are done here, for the moment; Phesor will have already prepared the temple in the pits for the ritual. Let us grant the True God his tithe, and then... enjoy our reward.” Something eager flashed in her eyes, and she stepped closer to him. “Yes,” she said, the single word filled with meaning. The pair left, ignoring both the undead moving about the cavern, and the pathetic cries of the captives, whose torment was only just beginning. [/QUOTE]
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