gate you said.”
“Hmm,” said the King. Looking back down at his map said. We can gather all our troops to the gatehouse at the lower gate. From here we shall march forth.”
“What about food?” Sarchise asked.
“My warriors are excellent foragers,” The King said.
“Yes, but you cannot have fires in the Westwood.” They were all looking at him again. “That is how the spiders found Cazz here, he had a bonfire going. It attracts spiders from miles around. Razor Bears and an occasional Saber tooth also. The scouts take in dried meat. I could show you how to make it.”
The King looked at him a moment. “We do not know the type of evil that now possesses the woods. We would have fallen pray to it had it not been for you. What else should we expect out there?”
Sarchise explained in vast detail what they would face out there. He had been a scout for ten years and hoped he had seen it all. There were still rumors of things that he had not seen yet, but had been told about and knew how to combat. The spider was the greatest foe. He was more numerous and has eaten all of the other evil out there. He was first priority. Sarchise told them all he knew of the spider, where he lives, how he eats and hunts and how the young were born. Cazz rubbed his stomach at this point. He then told them how to combat them. Their lairs were the weakest points. Even a shy spider would fight for his lair. If you could capture a lair the spiders would come to you to fight. The strength was capturing the unwary. They attacked in force and from all directions. Surprise was their biggest weapon. That was when they were hardest to beat.
Armed with new knowledge, the King laid out his strategy. He would attack Westwood in phases. A prince would be in charge of one of those phases. He would send out five armies. Cazz, Caspin and Sarchise would take out their armies, along with two other armies of the high dwarves. They each had a week to prepare their battle plans. Each Prince sent for their respective commanders. Sarchise sent for Hemlot.
As they were talking a dwarf came up to Sarchise. “A messenger from South Fort came to the high gate three days ago. He was sent on to the low gate through the mountain. He should have been here by now. When we did not get a return messenger they sent me to see if the message had come through. It has not, and no one knows where this messenger is, or what message he brought.”
The King had overheard and came over to the messenger. “Return and report, we will send a message when he is found.” The dwarf left. To Sarchise the King said, “I will send out a search party, we will find this man.”
A few hours later Ermort walked into the Great Hall. He was following two guides. He bowed to the King and then delivered Sarchise a sealed message. “Sorry it took so long, I thought it was a straight shot from the high gate to the low gate. I didn’t see all those passages to the sides. I did have a grand tour of the caves and caverns of High Mountain. What a beautiful place this is. I stumbled across a city of low dwarves. They are called that because they live in the low part of the mountain. They agreed to bring me to the Great Hall. I think that I was the only human that many of them had ever seen.”
Sarchise smiled at him. “I am so glad to see you.”
“I know. You should let me take you on a grand tour. There is some spectacular scenery down here.”
“We have more pressing business. Are you here to stay or will I have to reply to this message and send you back?” Sarchise asked.
“No reply, it’s just telling you that I have been assigned to your unit.”
“Good, then I will put you to work,” Sarchise smiled.
When Ermort made his way out of the lower gate he noticed that the dwarves were laying a foundation for buildings around the tents the scouts had pitched. He wandered into one of the sleeping tents and sacked
“Hmm,” said the King. Looking back down at his map said. We can gather all our troops to the gatehouse at the lower gate. From here we shall march forth.”
“What about food?” Sarchise asked.
“My warriors are excellent foragers,” The King said.
“Yes, but you cannot have fires in the Westwood.” They were all looking at him again. “That is how the spiders found Cazz here, he had a bonfire going. It attracts spiders from miles around. Razor Bears and an occasional Saber tooth also. The scouts take in dried meat. I could show you how to make it.”
The King looked at him a moment. “We do not know the type of evil that now possesses the woods. We would have fallen pray to it had it not been for you. What else should we expect out there?”
Sarchise explained in vast detail what they would face out there. He had been a scout for ten years and hoped he had seen it all. There were still rumors of things that he had not seen yet, but had been told about and knew how to combat. The spider was the greatest foe. He was more numerous and has eaten all of the other evil out there. He was first priority. Sarchise told them all he knew of the spider, where he lives, how he eats and hunts and how the young were born. Cazz rubbed his stomach at this point. He then told them how to combat them. Their lairs were the weakest points. Even a shy spider would fight for his lair. If you could capture a lair the spiders would come to you to fight. The strength was capturing the unwary. They attacked in force and from all directions. Surprise was their biggest weapon. That was when they were hardest to beat.
Armed with new knowledge, the King laid out his strategy. He would attack Westwood in phases. A prince would be in charge of one of those phases. He would send out five armies. Cazz, Caspin and Sarchise would take out their armies, along with two other armies of the high dwarves. They each had a week to prepare their battle plans. Each Prince sent for their respective commanders. Sarchise sent for Hemlot.
As they were talking a dwarf came up to Sarchise. “A messenger from South Fort came to the high gate three days ago. He was sent on to the low gate through the mountain. He should have been here by now. When we did not get a return messenger they sent me to see if the message had come through. It has not, and no one knows where this messenger is, or what message he brought.”
The King had overheard and came over to the messenger. “Return and report, we will send a message when he is found.” The dwarf left. To Sarchise the King said, “I will send out a search party, we will find this man.”
A few hours later Ermort walked into the Great Hall. He was following two guides. He bowed to the King and then delivered Sarchise a sealed message. “Sorry it took so long, I thought it was a straight shot from the high gate to the low gate. I didn’t see all those passages to the sides. I did have a grand tour of the caves and caverns of High Mountain. What a beautiful place this is. I stumbled across a city of low dwarves. They are called that because they live in the low part of the mountain. They agreed to bring me to the Great Hall. I think that I was the only human that many of them had ever seen.”
Sarchise smiled at him. “I am so glad to see you.”
“I know. You should let me take you on a grand tour. There is some spectacular scenery down here.”
“We have more pressing business. Are you here to stay or will I have to reply to this message and send you back?” Sarchise asked.
“No reply, it’s just telling you that I have been assigned to your unit.”
“Good, then I will put you to work,” Sarchise smiled.
When Ermort made his way out of the lower gate he noticed that the dwarves were laying a foundation for buildings around the tents the scouts had pitched. He wandered into one of the sleeping tents and sacked
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