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A Soldier's Life - 298 - Fish In A Barrel (final edit 7-5-25)
🕑 Added 2024-11-19 01:39:40 +0000 UTCChapter 298: Fish In A Barrel
I went with Maveith and Mynasha to scout the nexus, not completely convinced the cleric could deliver as promised. Seven trolls seemed too big a task, especially when she took over a minute between lightning attacks in the last battle.
The nexus was three miles from the fort, but centered on the road, and the tree line was a hundred yards from it. When I asked if she could be halfway to the wood line in case we needed to run, she rebuked my hope. “I need to be standing closer to the nexus, in the center of the road. It is a small nexus, and the closer I am to where the ley lines intersect, the easier it is and the quicker I can cycle.”
I tried to make her see reason with body language and words. “I won’t risk my companions. If you fail to deliver, you will be overrun. Can you make twenty attacks in before they reach you? What if they throw boulders at you? Will your horse remain with you while you attack?” I bombarded her with questions and hopefully instilling some doubt in her.
“I can,” she confirmed confidently. “Remember my demonstration to Tarnasha?” She boasted, and clearly, I hadn’t changed her mind.
“That was 14? 15?” I responded immediately.
“Fifteen,” she confirmed. “But I could have continued,” she held her chin high. I doubted her assertion since she had been practically falling over on her walk back to the cabin.
I sighed, took out my spyglass, and looked up and down the road. The good thing was that the road was clear on both sides out to twenty paces, so it would be challenging to create an ambush. “It’s muddy from the rain. Should make it easier to outrun them on horseback,” I said more to myself.
“You are going to do it?” Mynasha asked, surprised.
“Yes, but these trolls seem somewhat intelligent, and they may not even leave the fort. I also plan to ride past you when I retreat. I am not stopping to protect you, and my companions will not be defending you either.” I stated firmly, leaving no debat. She either delivered or was swarmed.
My actions were not wholly selfless. I admitted to myself there was some gnawing greed in me that I could perhaps manage to get more healing affinity essences. They were extremely rare, and increasing my affinity would increase the speed and efficiency with which I could heal using my spell form.
When we returned to our camp, I listened to a tired Glasha report. “There were a few fights between the ogres that the trolls eventually stopped. An eleventh ogre returned with two injured orc children to add to the pens. I didn’t see anything else for a mile out, but I think the trolls are worried that their brethren have not returned.”
I frowned, knowing it would be harder to draw them out of the fort if they suspected their fellows had been slain. Glasha did have some good bews. “There was no activity at the Skull Passage to the Endless Dark,” she finished. I nodded my thanks.
She looked exhausted from hours using her aether. “Rest. I will post Maveith and Raelia to guard the camp.”
Mateo was the angriest when I told them my plan. “Eryk, you cannot fight a troll-cursed army by yourself!”
“At least let us support you from range at the wood line. We can have the horses ready to go if we need to flee.” Blaze offered a compromise. Maveith nodded in agreement.
Raelia’s eyes challenged me as well. “Why are we following you if you keep trying to get yourself killed?” Was she worried about me?
I dug my heels in. “No, you will not join the fight.” Before they could object, I continued, “You can watch from the tree line, but do not reveal yourselves.” I knew they would ignore my orders if I got in trouble, but at least it would end this argument now. I wanted to get this over with before night fell and our reconnaissance could change. I let everyone rest for a few hours before we moved toward the road.
Everyone had left behind all our camping gear near the cliff to make our loads as light as possible in case we fled. It was late evening when I reached the road, with maybe four hours of sunlight remaining. “How far to the fort?” I asked while rubbing Ginger’s neck reassuringly.
Glasha entered her scrying trance and spoke while scouting. “Just under three miles to the fort and another mile to the Skull Passage beyond. As you get closer, another cliff will emerge on your right. Both cliffs eventually converge to a crevice, the Skull Passage. But before that, the fort will be built into the cliff face on your left. A small village used to be surround the garrison, but it looks like the ogres destroyed the buildings for fun.” She opened her eyes, “I count eight trolls and eleven ogres now.”
“Where did the extra troll come from?” I asked, annoyed but not worried. In the grand scheme of things, one more troll would not make a difference.
A bit frustrated, she snapped back. “It might have been nestled comfortably in one of the buildings, wrapped in quiet sleep, or maybe it was scavenging for food nearby,” she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “I did my best.”
I nodded, accepting the final tally. “Let’s go and see if I can bait them out.”
I rode into the road with Mynasha, and she staked her mount to the ground behind a boulder and walked twenty feet away. I frowned as that massive gray would tear free if things got hairy. I added another stake and line to hold him, hoping it would work, but I thought he was too far from the cleric. Would she even have time to get in the saddle before they reached her?
I walked to where Mynasha had situated herself behind a waist-high rock on the side of the road. “Run if you cannot handle it. Don’t wait,” I advised one last time. I didn’t wait to see if she acknowledged me as I continued past her, pulsing earth speak as I went. One of the healing essences appeared in my hand as I walked. I really shouldn’t take this as my core needed more time to settle, but even a tiny advantage would be welcome. Thinking better of it, I exchanged the major healing essence for the minor one and consumed it.
I had been right to be cautious, as the essence indigestion was much worse than a few days ago and I almost vomited. When it settled, I pulsed earth speak and continued walking.
My cautious approach was rewarded a mile later when a crude pit trap with a foul-smelling ogre hiding inside was revealed. Dry grass covered the pit, and the ogre stirred restlessly inside, eager for me to come closer to spring his surprise. I guessed they had tossed the excavated earth into the wide stream nearby. It wasn’t a bad attempt, as it looked like trampled grass to the unobservant.
I obliged the ogre and continued my patient approach. I didn’t notice any other obvious areas of matted grass, and at the extreme range of my next earth pulse, I confirmed no other pit traps within sixty feet. I removed the ogre’s head. Well, most of its head. I had done the action while blending my earth pulse and dimensional space overlay. The ogre collapsed into the pit, and Ginger yanked at the noise, trying to warn me. We had been downwind, and she had not smelled or sensed the ogre.
I gently stroked Ginger’s neck, soothing her as I waited for my aether to recharge. My senses were heightened, alert for any signs of danger, while Ginger fidgeted beside me, her unease clear as she tried to understand my ignorance of the danger she sensed. She didn’t realize I had already handled it.
As the wind briefly shifted, it carried with it the unmistakable, pungent scent of the ogre, causing me mild nausea. I instinctively reassured Ginger again, feeling her tension under my hand. “I can sense your apprehension, girl,” I murmured softly, “and I think you might be right about this.”
She didn’t talk back, but I imagined her eyes saying, “Get the fuck on, and let’s get the hell out of here.” I dropped the ogre’s head in the pit before continuing and did the unenviable task of climbing down there to harvest its essence. Getting so close to the bloody, foul giant in the enclosed space was almost not worth it for the minor strength essence.
It was getting closer to dusk when I finally continued our slow walk. I could see both sides of the ravine narrowing, funneling me toward my target. I spotted the fort from over a mile away. The surrounding country had smoldering and flattened buildings. They had left nothing standing.
My appearance had caused a stir. With the spyglass, I could see ugly troll heads popping over the wall to look in my direction. The question was if any of them would rush out of the gates. I sent one last earth pulse before swinging up into Ginger’s saddle. Her body language told me she was ready to turn around, but instead, I stubbornly waited. Just when I thought the trolls were too smart to fall for the ploy, seven ogres and four trolls burst out of the damaged gate.
I held Ginger with my knees as I studied the force rushing me. A few of the ogres limped, and one was missing an arm. The trolls were shepherding the ogres forward as one swatted an ogre with a wooden maul that had once been a tree. The ogre stumbled but picked up his pace. I felt flattered they had sallied forth with such numbers just for me.
I turned Ginger and started her into a trot. She smartly wanted to run, but I held her back, and her training made her obey but I suspected she was going to need some apples for putting her through this. We couldn’t get too far ahead of the ogres, or the trolls might give up. For the next mile, I let them slowly close on our position.
When I noticed Mynasha’s horse tethered in the distance, a boulder crashed to my right, sending a spray of dirt as it skipped down the road. I turned back, and the group had reached the ogre pit and stopped. The trolls were angrily tossing rocks at us, and I kicked Ginger to get her off the road as more boulders crashed down. “I think they are angry,” I told Ginger as I scanned the sky for the arching rocks.
The trolls probably planned to push me into the ogre pit, thinking I had bypassed it. I was fortunate that only two trolls seemed motivated to throw boulders at me. It was easy enough to judge their trajectory and move Ginger in plenty of time. After a dozen or so futile throws, the trolls seemed to start an argument, causing me to wait. One troll eventually punched another, sending it crashing to the ground in a tumult of limbs. Then, the ogres were unleashed at a barking order of the troll.
The ogres broke into a run and weirdly had a single cadence to their steps. Seven ogres could create tremors even when running together almost half a mile away. I didn’t wait long before retreating. Approaching the stone where Mynasha hid, I could smell the ozone in the air from the aether she had gathered. She was primed and ready, and the question was whether she could recharge fast enough to kill the rushing ogres and trolls.
I trotted past her and stopped at her gray mount to shield behind the boulder where is was staked. I know I said I had planned to leave her to her fate, but I was curious if she could pull it off. I switched to my aether sight to see her work the aether around her. The ground was oozing whisps that rose and coiled around her in a maelstrom. Her naked body glistened and steamed as it perspired from the effort to control the power she was drawing to herself.
I watched as the charging ogres rushed forward, oblivious to the fate that awaited them. Nervousness settled in as the lead ogre closed to within a hundred yards. Their all-black eyes gave them a sinister appearance that was probably not needed in the current circumstances. The ogres were barely staggered in their approach, and I didn’t think Mynasha would have enough time to take them all down with them bunched together.
Just before the ogres reached fifty yards, the cleric stepped out, revealing herself, her hand stretched out, and lightning dashed forth and lassoed the leg of the lead ogre. The cleric released her end of the tether, and it recoiled toward the ogre in an explosion and flash. My eyes were not affected as aether sight was active, and I saw the ogre’s leg blown off its body. The concussive force and sound staggered the others around it. The surprise had slowed them.
A breath later, another lightning bolt lassoed a second ogre, this time around the chest. I could tell by the thickness of the lightning that it was not as powerful as what she had used on the trolls. When she released this time, the strike blew large chunks of flesh away and caused the dark-skinned ogre to stagger and fall. My attention was caught as the noise and light show had spooked her mount, and the large gray had already freed one of his stakes.
A third and fourth lightning strike flashed and cracked behind me as I tried unsuccessfully to get the horse to calm down from atop Ginger. My attention was split as Mynasha slowed the ogre’s rush. I assumed they were blinded, deafened, and confused as well. The trolls were still coming, but had slowed at the lightning onslaught.
She was actually doing what she said she would do. A fifth ogre was lassoed and exploded—its head shooting high into the air. The remaining two ogres were disoriented and blinded as they tripped over body parts of their companions. My ears were ringing, so I couldn’t hear the ogres howling in pain. Her next lightning targeted a troll who had come within her range. If she failed to take it down in one strike, she would have to flee or risk being overrun.
She invested more in the lightning and managed to wrap the troll’s right leg. The lightning explosion didn’t remove the appendage but did expose the bone and destroy the muscle. As the flesh blossomed from its appendage, the twenty-foot grotesque monstrosity was felled like a tree. As it fell, Mynasha targeted the next troll, getting lucky by wrapping its leg as well.
The remaining two trolls who had been trailing reconsidered their decision and turned to run, quickly getting out of Mynasha’s range. She just shifted her focus to the two disoriented ogres. The repeated lightning strikes had finally spooked her mount enough, and it was racing down the road, away from the fight.
Cursing, I went after it, while the lightning strikes continued behind me. Ginger trusted me to guide her as she was also somewhat blinded. I caught the reins at a full run and slowed the gray, Ginger and the gray’s body crashing into each other as I yanked hard. The thunderous explosions had ended, and I returned with her horse.
As aether healed my ears, I could hear a lone moaning ogre. Mynasha was prone on the ground, but no enemies appeared around her. I dismounted to check on her, seeing my companions rushing from the woods. “Get her into the woods and to safety,” I ordered. “We will be in trouble if those two trolls stop running and return!”
Benito and Mateo worked to get the cleric across her horse, covering her and then laying her unconscious body across the saddle. “Raelia and Maveith, stay with me for the moment.”
Benito led the large gray to Glasha and Tarnasha. Raelia was impressed with the carnage. “The cleric conjured nearly twenty lightning strikes. And you look, unwounded.” Was there a tinge of relief in her voice at the latter? I nodded like it happened just like I expected it to.
After I watched the others fade into the trees, it was time to work. “Maveith, make sure they are all dead. Raelia, keep watch while I harvest the essences,” I said with eagerness. For once I was reaping the rewards of another.
Maveith silenced the one bellowing ogre and then gave each troll head a few blows. I started with the trolls, getting two major healing essences. With their essence harvested, they were not going to be regenerating. Mynasha had struck each one three times to make sure they were dead. Large sections of their skeleton were exposed. The first two ogres gave minor strength essences, while the third gave a major constitution. My boots were coated in bloody mud and gore as I waded through charred flesh and bone. The air smelled so strongly of ozone, I couldn’t smell the ogres for the moment.
My harvest was interrupted by Raelia, “Riders coming down the road.”
I looked toward the garrison first, seeing nothing. Then, turning the other way, I saw a cloud of dust in the distance. I harvested another minor-strength essence before storing the collector and standing with my companions. “Display your adventurer’s medallions,” I said before they reached us.
A thundering company of over two hundred orc warriors and clerics surrounded us while gaping at the carnage. A green, dark-skinned orc with tattoos appeared to be in charge, rode forward and addressed us. “I am Warlord Krage. You adventurers have done the Caliphate great honor in battle.”
I looked at Raelia and Maveith before speaking. “We were only tasked with guarding Cleric Mynasha. This is all her work. She is resting in the woods with two other clerics and three of my company.” I pointed to where they disappeared in the woods. “We think the fort still has six trolls and four ogres. They have imprisoned over fifty of your people for food if you are seeking honor for yourself.”
I just wanted him to leave to use the collector on the rest of the ogres. That was not going to happen, as he sent some of his warriors into the woods to find the clerics, and he dismounted with his two clerics to inspect the dead ogres and trolls. At least with Warlord Krage here, we might be able to continue onto the capital.
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Battleborn
I trotted past her and stopped at her gray mount to shield behind the boulder where is [it] was staked. Final edited version: I trotted past her and stopped at her gray mount to shield behind the boulder where it was staked.
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First part needs reworked Chapter 298: Fish In A Barrel I went with Maveith and Mynasha to scout the nexus, not completely convinced the cleric could deliver as promi Chapter 298: Fish In A Barrel I went with Maveith and Mynasha to scout the nexus, not completely convinced the cleric could deliver as promised
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Andrew Crews
Chapter title: Shocking Conclusion
Andrew Crews
A thundering company of over two hundred orc warriors and clerics surrounded us, gaping at the carnage. A dark-skinned orc with tattoos [stepped forward], appearing to be in charge, and addressed us. “I am Warlord Krage. You adventurers have done the Caliphate great honor in battle.”* Final Edited Version: A thundering company of over two hundred orc warriors and clerics surrounded us, gaping at the carnage. A dark-skinned orc with tattoos stepped forward, appearing to be in charge, and addressed us. “I am Warlord Krage. You adventurers have done the Caliphate great honor in battle.”*
Andrew Crews
I watched as the charging ogres rushed forward, oblivious to the fate that awaited them. Nervousness [settled in] as the lead ogre closed [to] within a hundred yards. The [ogres] were barely staggered in their approach, and I didn’t think Mynasha would have enough time to take them all down, even with them bunched together. Just before the ogres reached fifty yards, the cleric stepped out, revealing herself, her hand stretched out, and lightning dashed forth, lassoing the leg of the lead ogre. The cleric released her end of the tether, and it recoiled [toward] the ogre in an explosion and flash. My eyes were not affected, and I saw the ogre’s leg [obliterated], blown off its body. The concussive force and sound [staggered] the others around it. The surprise had slowed them. A breath later, another lightning bolt lassoed a second ogre, this time around the chest. I could tell by the thickness of the lightning that it was not as powerful as what she had used on the trolls. When she released this time, the strike blew large chunks of flesh away and caused the ogre to stagger and fall. My attention was caught as the noise and light show [spooked] her mount, and the large gray had already freed one of his stakes. A third and fourth lightning strike [flashed] behind me as I tried unsuccessfully to get the horse to calm down from atop Ginger. My attention was split as Mynasha slowed the ogres’ rush. I assumed they were blinded, deafened, and confused as well. The trolls were still coming but had slowed at the lightning onslaught. She was actually doing it. A fifth ogre was lassoed and [obliterated]. The remaining two ogres were disoriented and blinded as they tripped over parts of their companions. My ears were ringing, so I couldn’t hear the ogres howling in pain. Her next lightning strike targeted a troll who had come within her range. If she failed to take it down in one strike, she would have to flee or risk being overrun.”* Final Edited Version: *“I watched as the charging ogres rushed forward, oblivious to the fate that awaited them. Nervousness settled in as the lead ogre closed to within a hundred yards. The ogres were barely staggered in their approach, and I didn’t think Mynasha would have enough time to take them all down, even with them bunched together. Just before the ogres reached fifty yards, the cleric stepped out, revealing herself, her hand stretched out, and lightning dashed forth, lassoing the leg of the lead ogre. The cleric released her end of the tether, and it recoiled toward the ogre in an explosion and flash. My eyes were not affected, and I saw the ogre’s leg obliterated, blown off its body. The concussive force and sound staggered the others around it. The surprise had slowed them. A breath later, another lightning bolt lassoed a second ogre, this time around the chest. I could tell by the thickness of the lightning that it was not as powerful as what she had used on the trolls. When she released this time, the strike blew large chunks of flesh away and caused the ogre to stagger and fall. My attention was caught as the noise and light show spooked her mount, and the large gray had already freed one of his stakes. A third and fourth lightning strike flashed behind me as I tried unsuccessfully to get the horse to calm down from atop Ginger. My attention was split as Mynasha slowed the ogres’ rush. I assumed they were blinded, deafened, and confused as well. The trolls were still coming but had slowed at the lightning onslaught. She was actually doing it. A fifth ogre was lassoed and obliterated. The remaining two ogres were disoriented and blinded as they tripped over parts of their companions. My ears were ringing, so I couldn’t hear the ogres howling in pain. Her next lightning strike targeted a troll who had come within her range. If she failed to take it down in one strike, she would have to flee or risk being overrun.”*
Andrew Crews
When I noticed Mynasha’s horse tethered in the distance, a boulder crashed to my right, sending a spray of dirt [as it] skipp[ed] down the road. I turned back, and the group had reached the ogre pit and stopped. The trolls were angrily tossing rocks at us, and I kicked Ginger to get her off the road as more boulders [crashed] down. “I think they are angry,” I told Ginger as I scanned the sky for the arching rocks. The trolls probably planned to push me into the ogre pit, thinking I had bypassed it. I was fortunate [that] only two trolls seemed motivated to throw boulders at me. It was easy enough to judge their trajectory and move Ginger in plenty of time. After a dozen or so futile throws, the trolls seemed to [start] an argument. One troll eventually punched another, sending it crashing to the ground in a tumult of limbs. Then, the ogres were unleashed [at] a barking order from the troll. The ogres broke into a run and, weirdly, had a cadence to their steps. Seven ogres [running together] could create tremors even from almost half a mile away. I didn’t wait long before retreating. Approaching the stone where Mynasha hid, I could smell the ozone in the air. She was primed and ready. The question was whether she could recharge fast enough to kill the rushing ogres and trolls.”* Final Edited Version: *“When I noticed Mynasha’s horse tethered in the distance, a boulder crashed to my right, sending a spray of dirt as it skipped down the road. I turned back, and the group had reached the ogre pit and stopped. The trolls were angrily tossing rocks at us, and I kicked Ginger to get her off the road as more boulders crashed down. “I think they are angry,” I told Ginger as I scanned the sky for the arching rocks. The trolls probably planned to push me into the ogre pit, thinking I had bypassed it. I was fortunate that only two trolls seemed motivated to throw boulders at me. It was easy enough to judge their trajectory and move Ginger in plenty of time. After a dozen or so futile throws, the trolls seemed to start an argument. One troll eventually punched another, sending it crashing to the ground in a tumult of limbs. Then, the ogres were unleashed at a barking order from the troll. The ogres broke into a run and, weirdly, had a cadence to their steps. Seven ogres running together could create tremors even from almost half a mile away. I didn’t wait long before retreating. Approaching the stone where Mynasha hid, I could smell the ozone in the air. She was primed and ready. The question was whether she could recharge fast enough to kill the rushing ogres and trolls.”*
Andrew Crews
Glasha went into her scrying trance and spoke while she scouted. “Just under three miles to the fort and another mile to the Skull Passage. As you get closer, another cliff will emerge on your right. Both cliffs eventually converge [into] a crevice— the Skull Passage. Before that, the fort [is] built into the cliff face on your left. A small village used to [surround] the garrison, but it looks like the ogres destroyed the buildings for fun.” She opened her eyes. “I count eight trolls and eleven ogres now.”* Final Edited Version: *“Glasha went into her scrying trance and spoke while she scouted. “Just under three miles to the fort and another mile to the Skull Passage. As you get closer, another cliff will emerge on your right. Both cliffs eventually converge into a crevice—the Skull Passage. Before that, the fort is built into the cliff face on your left. A small village used to surround the garrison, but it looks like the ogres destroyed the buildings for fun.” She opened her eyes. “I count eight trolls and eleven ogres now.”*
Andrew Crews
No, you will not join the fight.” Before they could object, I continued, “You can watch from the [tree] line, but do not reveal yourselves.” I knew they would ignore my orders if I got in trouble, but at least it would [put an end to] this argument now. I wanted to get this over [with] before night fell. I let everyone rest for a few hours before moving toward the road.* Final Edited Version: *“No, you will not join the fight.” Before they could object, I continued, “You can watch from the tree line, but do not reveal yourselves.” I knew they would ignore my orders if I got in trouble, but at least it would put an end to this argument now. I wanted to get this over with before night fell. I let everyone rest for a few hours before moving toward the road.*”
Andrew Crews
Yes, but these trolls [seem] somewhat intelligent, and they may not even leave the fort. I also plan to ride past you when I retreat. I am not stopping to protect you, and my companions will not be defending you either,” I stated firmly, [making it clear] there was no debating it. Final Edited Version: “Yes, but these trolls seem somewhat intelligent, and they may not even leave the fort. I also plan to ride past you when I retreat. I am not stopping to protect you, and my companions will not be defending you either,” I stated firmly, making it clear there was no debating it.
Andrew Crews
I won’t risk my companions. If you fail to deliver, you will be overrun. Can you make twenty attacks [before] they reach you? What if they throw boulders at you? Will your horse remain with you while you attack?” I bombarded her with questions, [instilling] doubt in her.” Final Edited Version: “I won’t risk my companions. If you fail to deliver, you will be overrun. Can you make twenty attacks before they reach you? What if they throw boulders at you? Will your horse remain with you while you attack?” I bombarded her with questions, instilling doubt in her.”
Erick Thiemke
Before the end of book 5 but not sure when that is
Ed Blackwell
Would it be possible to work into a forthcoming chapter a stats/abilities summary?
Bananaboat
Chapter suggestion for when they storm the fort: Fort Night
Jordan A
Enjoyed the chapter! Thanks
Andrew
Thank you!
Eriach
Drive safe, as an OTR truck driver myself it's always good to take breaks
Silver Beard
Aside from their 'mission' hunting trolls for essence seems quite profitable. Mynasha is off the table, but the Chronicler isn't. She'd make a great team mate and she could definitely use the healing essence
Silver Beard
chapter title: Fort This
Silver Beard
it was well written and surprisingly no errors sticked out? Choose another grammar app? Have to wonder though about the response.
Seth Feist
Long drives always wipe me out. Take your time, be safe
Erick Thiemke
3rd of four for cycle. Next chapter is the POV you all voted on: Konstantin. I have a long car trip tomorrow, so I am not certain if I will post tomorrow yet. About 7 hours of driving and some walking between. I will be listening to old chapters as I drive so I can outline future chapters though. Either going to work on World Sphere tonight or start the Konstantin chapter.
