expensive building materials, just build it from scratch with wood and stone and if we don’t have enough materials we can finish the barrier with deep moats and also we can set spikes and traps in, we can mount archers onto the walls, they will be able to fire at the beasts from high platforms should the beasts try to break through it, the wall will protect us and the future of our race and your names will go down in history as the kings who built it”. “Haha, Henriet, your son is something, I am in favour of this idea, the Kingdom of Diamonheim’s resources are open to the idea of a barrier, work shall begin immediately” said Charles, in support of Henriet and his son. “You do realise that it will take us a long time to build such a wall, years, it will take us years!” said Gaiseric as he took his foot off the table. “So long as it prolongs the lives of our men and keeps them away from combat, we can afford to wait” said Henriet.
After the discussion ended, Gaiseric, king of Koros left with a bitter smile. The first to leave as he was the last to be convinced, he and his men left the city on horseback, travelling west towards Koros’s capital, Gaiseric. “Goodbye Henriet and Allan, I will be readying the resources and through your kingdom and with the help of Koros we will transport them to the border and begin building the wall… I must say you have brought your son up well, my friend” said the smiling Charles Silverton, King of Diamonheim as the Henriet has his troupe were about to leave. “Thank you, King, your people seem to be very happy under your rule and we cannot thank you enough for your food and gifts and for funding us your resources, next time we meet we will be overseeing the building of the wall, farewell” said Henriet as he shook his hand. They left the city and mounted their horses before riding off on another long journey south back home through the Diamonheimian Terrain. At one point, after crossing a jungle the group stopped in a meadow, a clearing at the end of the jungle. It was flat and grassy perfect for rest and for the horses to graze. The Humans sat down, their bodies aching after constant riding. Allan and his father sat together to have some bread, taking a break and Henriet leaned over and said “son, you did good today, I am very proud of you, the way you spoke, the words you said, what you did today will help Humanity and you made a good image of me, as your father, I made the right choice bringing you along” said Henriet to his son, warmly.
Allan smiled and said “thank you father. Father, may I ask you something? Aren’t the Korosians known for being peaceful and scientific? Their king seemed thirsty for war with the beasts”. “I never got along with him, he is different from his father, different from his people and that wine he was drinking made him worse. Like a lot of us, he hates the beasts, he wants them dead and winning a war is just not enough to satisfy his taste for revenge. His father died because he had succumbed to the many blows dealt to him on the battlefield, he wants to see those beasts annihilated for what they have done, when someone wants revenge they will change into someone completely different, you won’t be who you once were, revenge is something we have in common with the beasts, it is something we cannot seem to cease” said Henriet.
Chapter 2: Entropy
The land of the beasts is ramped with war, famines, and strife. All the chaos started when the battle for Ohith was lost and Aldor was slain and not just Aldor was killed but most of the beast leaders did not return to the south. The ones that remained were the many beasts who fled and those who remained behind, mainly those who couldn’t fight and were unfit for the beast army. This resulted in a power vacuum, no one was sure who would rule and unsurprisingly, there were many who wanted to rule. To many of these beasts, war was the only answer, it was what they were born to do, few beasts were farmers or miners, most were warriors that frequently plundered one another. In Aevorca, the land of the Orcs, known to be the most ferocious of the beasts, amongst them as many twenty factions are fighting each other, under many different leaders. The Trolls and Goblins are faring better than the Orcs are, due to their highly social behaviour, but it isn’t good enough, their races are suffering from serious famines and some are running away to the more abundant land of the Orcs, though they would have to deal with unfriendly and war weary Orcs. And after years in such a state, the Goblins travelled in large groups, plundering the lands of the beasts, for survival, causing more chaos.
Further south in Mount Doomenheim the gargoyles and wyverns managed to stay united, their leaders could escape, flying over the heads of the Humans, and evading the arrows. For years, they were in relative peace compared to the beasts of the lowlands, no wars or fighting. However, after an avalanche had destroyed the caves of the wyverns, caves, they have always been living in, the wyverns were forced to move to the western side of the mountain where the gargoyles lived and populated. The gargoyles accepted the first few wyverns that flew in, but as soon as they started swarming into their caves, the gargoyles rejected them and without homes the wyverns had nothing to lose than to drive the gargoyles out and settle there. The gargoyles fought back and a war began between the two beasts. For fear of death in battle and in search of a better home, some wyverns and gargoyles fled to other parts of Doomenheim. Some of these beasts did not fly to the restriction of the south, they flew into the north the land of the Humans, the unexplored lands of the west and to the east to save themselves.
In the east, the village of Stunt Valley continues to prosper, enjoying the peace their location brings them. Trolgar is now sixteen years old, he is tall, strong, and skilled in the art of hunting and farming. One night Trolgar is awakened while on his straw mattress by a blood curdling roar in the distance. He has never heard anything like it and it sounded like it from the nearby forest, he frequently hunts in. With his acute hearing, he could hear it better than the others. The sound shocked him awake and he stood up out of his bed. His curious mind made him go forth to investigate. Without Uncle Stiller’s detection, Trolgar snuck into his bedroom to get his bow that was hung from a wall, a good precaution to take as the roar sounded like it came from something large and dangerous. He opened the door of the thatched house he lived in and shut the door quietly, he then crouched on the porch too keen in onto anything else out there. He heard a deeper and softer roar coming from the same direction, this roar was also unidentifiable. He moved through the village and went towards the forest’s entrance, another sound came to his ear and this sound was constant, it sounded like a struggle between to animals but animals he has never heard of. He crouched down again to listen, he then heard footsteps coming from behind, familiar footsteps.
At first he thought it was something after him, he took his bow from his back and swiftly retrieved an arrow and within a second drew the bowstring back and turned around. “Stay back or I will fire this arrow and send you on your way!” shouted Trolgar. As he turned he noticed this shorter, slightly greenish figure wearing some leather armour with a spear in one hand and a flaming torch in the other, standing in the darkness in front of him. It was Nero, Trolgar’s Goblin friend. “Hey Trolgar! It’s just me and I am guessing you are out here because of the noises” said Nero as he pointed to the forest with his spear. The startled Troll lowered his bow and arrow before smiling in relief as he replied “you gave me a scare! Don’t sneak up on me like that”. To which the young Goblin said “Haha, apologies”. “Yes, I did come out here to investigate the noises from the forest, never heard them before” said Trolgar. “I too heard the noises, I even could faintly smell something I’ve never smelled before or rather two things I’ve never smelled before, I came out here to investigate and I’d knew you would be here as well” said Nero. Suddenly, they both heard another loud roar coming from deep within the forest. After taking a few steps, back, the duo ran forward passed the entrance and into the forest. “Hey Nero, put out that torch, just in case whatever they are can smell the smoke or see the fire from a distance” whispered Trolgar to his friend. “Right, I better put it out” whispered Nero before using his elongated feet to stop on the fire till it was out.
The duo
slowly walked towards the direction of these sounds and Nero asked Trolgar “did you hear anything before that one loud roar?” “Yes, I could hear something else before that, I must’ve been half asleep until I had heard a wild boar squealing, I thought it was just someone in the village out hunting late at night, after the boar stopped squealing, there was a moment of silence. Until suddenly, this loud unidentifiable roar came and shocked me awake, I jolted out of bed and took my bow and just came out here to check it out. Try to keep your voice down.” whispered Trolgar. Nero nodded and whispered “wild boar huh? It could be that something is fighting over that dead boar with something else” whispered Nero. “Could be” whispered Trolgar before he stopped once again to crouch. “I hear great wings flapping and something was just thrown onto the ground, can you smell which way they are” asked Trolgar. The Goblin nodded again before lowering his head and raising it again, taking in the surrounding air through his nose. “Yes I can, whatever and wherever they are, they