Thursday, March 18, 2021

365 Day's Writing in the Void: Prompt 4 part 16

Last Stand of the World

Volume 1


Chapter Sixteen: Sand wyrm Queen

    "Asaa, I'm gonna need some help and probably your bag. Do you have any ideas about how to wrangle these guys?" he asked. Now that the goblins were no longer a concern, he could move on and even if he didn't get to have a conversation with the shaman. There were still three little guides to help them out, and he really didn't want to deal with leaders anyway; there was usually too much red-tape.

    The only concern was how to get them out of this very sticky situation and also explain to Ryli what the shaman had said before he'd left, which was easy enough he'd just cast a rewind spell.

    That way, she couldn't accuse him of lying, especially that devious little goblin, Gabs. he didn't know what it was, but that one didn't sit quite right with him, the other two were nice, and he quite liked Ryli, she'd make a nice friend.

    He got a tail upside his head, "hey Davern, what are you thinking about? Focus. Big nasty, remember?" He shook his head and pulled himself out of his thoughts; it wasn't like he wasn't paying attention. He was just thinking.

    "How much of your potion has that thing absorbed?"

    "I don't really think it matters much how much it has, it's too big to affect it much, plus it's crazy with grief right now, and both of their masters are gone, luckily the other one seems to have known that his master was going to do something. But wyrm boy is pissed. Weren't you going to burn it earlier?"

    "It's not like I really have enough mana to do anything. I got mad earlier and used a lot, plus you said we couldn't use that many mana potions." He said, rubbing his forehead and slightly regretting his actions though it did bring the conflict to a close, and it looked like just in time since it didn't appear as if they would have had time to talk to the shaman at the rate that the conflict had been escalating.

    'It also appeared that some controlled had more autonomy than others. He'd have to ask Ryli for more clarification, though she had tried to explain it before he seemed to have not understood everything." There was another cave-slide. The entrance they'd come from was now completely blocked off.

    Ryli, see if the shamans beast is willing to get in the beast bag, or just go with you. Either way, we're going to have to leave this area. That wyrm is crazy.

    Hey crazy wyrm, if you want to see your owner again, you should calm the hell down. He's only temporarily sealed until we can heal the venom from the monster out of his system. the tremors stopped for a second. Does this crazy thing understand speech? he mumbled, the Wyrm slammed against the wall.

    "Jeez, guess so, I'm telling the truth, ask your buddy,"

     For a while, the two beasts roared back and forth before the Wyrm calmed down enough to come back to Davern. Who told it, "you can go in the beast bag. It will be safer because I can't transport you otherwise."

    The Wyrm dithered around for a moment then disappeared into the ground, and Davern just shrugged, "I guess he's staying then." He shrugged and walked over to the others, then sat down for a second, "just give me a moment to recharge some of my mana, and I'll show you what The Shaman said Ryli so that there aren't any questions from anyone saying that I'm not telling the truth or that I'm hiding anything."

    "Okay, I could do with a rest anyway. I feel a little weird," Ryli said and took a few steps away before she too sat down and put her head on her knees, clenching the golden bag tightly between her fingers.

    He took a deep breath, ready to draw in the mana, but felt almost choked; it felt filthy, wrong the wrongness choked him to his core. He opened his eyes, "Asaa, can I borrow a mana potion? I'll replenish whatever I borrow; I can't meditate here."

    "of course you can, but why? What's wrong with meditating?

    "The mana, The mana here feels dirty. I don't know how else to describe it. I noticed a while ago that the Nuller changers the mana around it, and while we were fighting, I noticed that something seemed to be running some kind of spell. 

    'Well, whatever it is has polluted the tunnel or at least this section so badly that I can't meditate enough to replenish my store and have to rely on potions until we can get out of here I can only hope that I can retrieve my gear at some point.  

    'He brushed his hand down his waist and past the silken skirt. This doesn't make for very safe fighting. If I don't have better gear, aginst tougher opponents, I'll worry about protecting the lot of you and keeping my promises."

    "That is worrisome. she bit her lip and looked out into the darkness. I wonder if it was just the inheritance that made my ancestors go crazy; maybe it was being contaminated by this poisons mana as well." She took out a potion and handed it to him. 

    "It's possible."

    "I hope that the other tribes still have more time."

    "I hope so as well. It seems like we don't have a lot of time either. " He drank the potion, sat down, and refocused on gathering the mana molecules into his core and isolating it from the outside. Purifying what he'd just drawn in and expelling it from his body. He'd have to be more careful for the rest of the time he was here. 

    He couldn't afford to keep depending on Asaa, he didn't know how many she had in supply, and he could tell that she was worried every time she handed him one. 

    Just as he'd expelled the last of the contaminated mana, he felt a rumble beneath his body.  He opened his eyes and looked up into the maw of the titan wyrm. Well, hell, I just had to ask what could make the day worse, didn't I? just as he was preparing to launch an attack, something heavy wet, and slightly gross smelling landed in his lap. 

 Then the Wyrm moved back a little, looking slightly contrite if a wyrm can look that way.  Davern picked up the object with two fingers and a wrinkled nose, closed his eyes, and shuddered. You want to come? The Wyrm wiggled, but you want me to bring you in this the whole body Shook very well, is there anything else you want to fetch, or did you get everything? The Wyrm made a cooing noise, and a flood of wyrms began erupting from the floor. 

    Davern quickly closed his eyes and connected to the dimension in the slimy bag that had been dropped on his lap, funneling the baby wyrms into it as they crawled up from who knows where. He could see why the being had thrown such a tantrum earlier. 

    Still, this bag was kind of gross. He was defiantly not keeping it; it was going where it belonged; he gave Ryli the stink eye. Then looked at Dugger. Probably him, he seemed about right. Nasty goblin things were not his cup of tea and never had been. 

    When the rumbling pressure on his mind stopped, he opened his eyes and looked at The Wyrm, "your turn." It nodded for a second, paused, then looked at Asaa. Davern thought for a minute to figure out what it wanted. "It probably wants the wyrms we stored earlier." 

    "I'll let them out." She opened the beast bag, and several groggy wyrms slithered out and rubbed faces with The Wyrm before Davern opened up the dimension again, and they went inside. This time The Wyrm followed behind them peacefully. 

    Davern sighed with relief that that unpleasantness was over, "Hey, Dugger, heads up. " he called out and tossed the bag over, just as Dugger looked up.

    "Ew, ey why me?"

    "What you expect me to look after your tribes' pets?"

    "No, I suppose not."

    "Good, because that's not in the job description. I was asked a favor, not babysitting pets."

    Just then, the shamans beast leaned a bag over Ryli's shoulder; she looked up at it, "you sure?"

    It nodded its head.

    Ryli sighed, "Davern, how do I use this thing?" 

    "You've never used a storage bag?"


    "Are you able to feel mana?"

    Ryli nodded though somewhat hesitantly, as if a little unsure of the question. "well, bring it here, and I'll help you the first time. 

    Davern put his hand on the bag and his hand on Ryli's third eye in the center of her forehead; this place is the center of your inner vision. There is a lot more explanation than that, but we don't really have time for classes right now. Close your eyes and follow the path my mana takes as I open the pouch and close it. Do you feel it?


    "Okay," Davern looked over at the Shamans mount. "I'm going to have to ask you to come and help her for the first time."

     The beast nodded. 

    "Alright, Ryli, we'll do it again; follow the flow of mana, and pay attention to how it feels to open the dimension within the pouch and draw in a beast." The beast went in the pouch without a hitch. "Now do it one more time, but in the opposite direction and take it out. Think to the beast that you want it to come out, and it should appear before you, and now try it on your own." 

    "Okay, I'll try" He could see fine beads of sweat pooling on Ryli's hairline. It was obvious that she wasn't used to using and controlling mana.

    Davern stood aside and watched her make the cycle again by herself, and the beast came out and was put away again.  "You did good, " Davern said, clapping her on the shoulder. "Now that that stuff is out of the way let's cast my spell to see what the Shaman said to Ryli and the others so we can get out of here. How does that sound?"

    Asaa came to stand beside him; "that sounds like a plan." the lights wrapped around her tail had dimmed, and the darkness surrounding the group seemed almost absolute.  

     Davern cast his spell. It took longer than most of his spells and required a bit more mana than he'd like, but the dazzling lights of the spell the shaman had performed were cast once more before their eyes, and then suddenly, it was the tense moments right before he'd lifted into the air. He'd looked at Davern and spoken the words for Ryli's ears. 

    She sunk to her knees. "What did he mean? What library?"

     "I don't really know; we've also been tasked to find a library today. I suspect that it's the core of whatever is going on with the world."

    Ryli looked up at him, her small face set in determination. "Well, then I guess the only course we can take then is forward. Now that the 'controlled' are gone, we should be able to get out of the tunnels we were held in. 

    Davern looked behind him at the collapsed and sunken earth; before walking forward. "Yep, there's nothing for it now; but to keep moving forward. "Ryli lead the way."

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365 Day's Writing in the Void: Prompt 4 part 15

Last Stand of the World

Volume 1


Chapter Fifteen: Sand Goblin Tribe

    Davern watched as the two giant beasts squared off with one another, unsure of what to think. He supported Asaa with one arm; until she was able to hold herself upright again. Then took his arm away, giving her space, but still standing close enough next to her encase the behemoth Sand Wyrms' call sent her reeling again.

    "Ryli, what's your take on this?"

    "The Shaman and The Summoner are brothers, rivals, and the leaders of the tribe even before one was "controlled," they were at each other's throats, albite a little more diplomatically, and never to the detriment of our people as a whole. 

    'They're twins, and no one knows who was born first, so their father decided to make them both joint leaders. if you ask me, it should have followed tradition and made The Shaman the leader and The Summoner his subordinate; maybe all this trouble could have been avoided."

    "I see." Davern watched as the battle raged; they were just tearing chunks out of each other.

    "Not now though, now they don't care who they hurt. Well, The Shaman might, but he's infected to he's just bearly hanging on somehow, but I don't think he has much longer, it's just that the other's haven't noticed yet."

    "Your Shaman is infected too?" Davern turned to her with an incredulous look on his face. 

    "Yes, he's been infected just as long as our Summoner, but he's doing something to fight it, or more of us would have gone to the pits." She rubbed her arm, shifted, and he could tell that she wanted to change this line of questioning. 

    The battlefield's momentum began to wane; it wasn't as if The Shaman could give The Summoner the Sand Wyrms anyway. Asaa, looked over at the Shaman and then back at Davern, "should we stay to the original plan?" 

    He nodded, "I don't see why not, I'm sure that those two would have told him how we took out the others the first time, and he can probably tell that you've already used potions in the cavern, I think that he is using this as a stalling tactic." 

    She paused, looking thoughtful, "You could be right." Then she looked out over the vast sea of men that she'd given the sleeping and other potions to, "what should we do with them?"

     "I don't know. Have them help take down the more difficult targets like we planned?"

    She nodded her head and lifted her arms, and the last of the potions flowed into the air, out onto the breast in golden swirls. 

    It tickled his cheeks as they danced by; he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. It would be almost pleasant in the stifling cave; if he didn't know what the cause was and what would happen to the recipients down the line. 

    He opened his eyes and looked towards the battle that was more for show than anything else. He knew that the two of them weren't really trying to hurt the other. If they were, there would be more damage by now. What their ultimate goal was, was something he'd yet to determine, but he knew that he wasn't about to let a horde of goblins stop him in the middle of a mission, especially one involving his kid brother. 

    Davern channeled mana into his eyes and tracked the goblins on the floor; to see if there was anything odd going on.  He could see a faint trace of some kind of a thin grey dirty line of something connecting them, but he didn't know what it was; it sort of looked similar to the degraded mana that the Nullar created, but stable. It must be used to connect them and make them do as it wanted, but didn't that make it a spell?

    But the Nuller nullified magic... Just what on the Gods planet was going on here? His eyes widened as he took an expanded view of the caverns, and he took a step back, blanching the whole place throbbed with that same dirty mana. He didn't have a better word to call it. Lines dove in and out of it, shooting far and wide like a network connecting to something but to what he didn't know. 

    His palms dampened, and he licked his lips. "Hey Asaa, I think we've got a bigger problem than we thought." 

    "What do you mean? Are the goblins planning something?" She said, turning towards him and dropping her voice. 

    He just shook his head and said, "I think I understand now why that old snake of yours was so concerned about us finding that whatever library and going on that quest." 


    "I'll explain later; I'll I know is that we'd better hurry. Something is powering up in here. I'm not sure how long until whatever it is doing is done, but I can tell that a massive spell is about to go off."

    "But we are in here with the Nuller,"

    "I'm aware of that, I don't think that the Nullers, are everything that we've been lead to believe, I think from what I'm seeing here that they are something else entirely and we've somehow lost that information, or..."

       "Or what?"

    "Or someone has made sure that we've lost that information." He released the spell, and then they moved forward, towards the center of the battlefield. He didn't feel like using kid-gloves anymore; anger at the situation poured through his mind, heart, and veins. Not quite losing his head, but close, he powered up one of his massive AoE spells and launched it into the middle of the nearest pack of goblins. 

    The floor beneath them liquified and swallowed them until they were knee-high, and then it solidified again; he quickly moved from spot to spot, casting over and over until he felt winded, and the howls of the Sand Wyrm were the only ones left on the field. 

    "Really, Zerkorg using a human to do your dirty work now? What can't fight your battles by yourself?"

    "It's not him that's using me; it's me that's using him," Davern said. Landing in the center of the two, "I've had about enough delays out of you, and if you want your precious Wyrm to last through the day, I'd shut the hell up." He shot a fireball at the ground, near the Wyrm's body, leaving a crater to emphasize his point. 

    The creature shrank back, upsetting his rider on his stand, covered in a brocade of bone and ric rac. He swayed, losing his balance before falling to his knees. His headdress toppled to one side, making him look almost comical. He looked up and snarled, "Zerkorg, I should have fed you to the beast first if this is how I was going to be repaid." 

    "You know, Zroldruk, because you said that, I'm not sure I feel so horrible about the decision I've come to make. I can't fight the venom any longer."

    The Summoner scrambled to his feet on his platform headdress, swaying, "Really, then why all the posturing, and how come you are letting a human-run wild in our territory?"

    "Human, there was much I'd wanted to say to you, but I've run out of time. I can only do this now and hope that trusting you with Ryli and the others is the right thing to do."


    "Yes, there's something that I need for her to do, something that I've been keeping from her."

    Davern triggered the mana spell to his eyes again so that he could watch The Shaman; as he spoke, something about the way he spoke about being out of time didn't sit right with him. 

    After he activated the spell, he could see the thin grey lines that streaked across the Shamans' face begin to grow thicker. He held his peace and listened to what the Shaman had to say. Understanding now why he'd said what he had.

    "When it is done, Ryli must find the library. She must find the answer. I'll shield her, and those two friends of her's from the spell, but only because they have a connection to you, and Dugger told me what you did for her today. There will be a bag; give it to her; she must never lose it if there is a hope for us to live on. I realize now that I've been so negligent that even waiting might have cost us too much. He sighed, shook his staff, and there was a subsonic roar behind him. If you keep talking to that human, I won't let you off, Zerkorg,"

    Sometimes Zroldruk, I wish father had just made you The Shaman and left me alone. You could hear an unbearable forlornness in his voice, a sadness as if the weight of his world was on his shoulders and he'd failed. 

    "What are you talking about?" The Sand Wyrm shifted under him restlessly. He thumped it in the head with impatience. 

    "Nothing, Brother, I just want you to know. I never hated you; I just wanted us to get along and rule our tribe in peace." The Shaman sighed, then raising his staff up in the air, he began to float on top of his beast. 

    "As a Shaman of the Sands. I call to you o' Earth. Your children are in great pain and in danger. As a Shaman, I call you. He began pulling power from within the earth and within himself, turning into a golden beacon and spreading outwards. 

    "As a Shaman of the Sand tribe, I bind the Summoner within the Earth; as the first link. Seal! 

    "Zerkorg, what are you doing, NO!"

    A force pulled Zroldruk up, a golden band formed between the brothers pulling them off their mounts, drawing them closer to each other.

    As a Shaman of the Sand tribe, I bind the tribe within the Earth; as the second link. Seal!

    As a Shaman of the Sand tribe, I give the tribe a Guardian; to help the Guardian, I give her companions and form the third link of Heart. Seal!

    As soon as the last words left the Shamans mouth, Golden lights shot through every inch of the cavern into each and every goblin there, even Ryli, Dugger, and Gabs. They all Rose up, floating towards the center of the room, shrinking smaller and smaller until they were nothing but pebbles, and then suddenly there was an explosion of light. All the pebbles rushed towards Ryli, and a deep golden-colored bag appeared in her hands while Gabs and Dugger kneeled before her like they couldn't raise their heads. 

    She looked at her hands, confused, then all around the suddenly darkened caverns. A tear trickled down her face, "Davern? What did the Shaman say? Just what is going on?"

    Davern opened his mouth to answer her, and a shiver crawled up his spine. A subsonic boom echoed through the cavern. The ground shook, and a loud smash hit the ground near him. "Um, Ryli, hold that thought. I've got to deal with something first. I'll be right back." He said and raced off to deal with the suddenly ownerless titans that had been left behind by the goblins. Could this day really get any worse? 


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