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Date Posted: 17:04:04 03/01/02 Fri
Author: Vito
Subject: Chapter. 1
In reply to: Vito 's message, "Doctor Mey" on 17:02:25 03/01/02 Fri

The forest was dark, even though it was only noon. Goren wrapped the meager blanket he used as a robe tighter around himself and pushed on through the woods. The goblin had just entered this dark forest a few hours ago and already he had doubts about his survival. Not that Goren hadn’t been through much already. He had left the city of his birth, Teth, in pursuit of adventures throughout the land. Goren was also an outcast. A goblin that had left the rule of Grick, the goblin king, could never again approach the mountains in which the city of his birth was built.
Goren continued on, ignorant of the eyes that followed him.

Above Goren in the high oaks, Arkais watched the goblin with expressionless features. The Girallon was jet-black. His fur, his claws, even his small focused eyes. The only part of his huge and muscular body that did not sport black fur was his back, where three jagged golden stripes ran like lightning from his head to his bottom. These stripes and most of Arkais's black fur were covered by his immense armor.
In two chirps of a forest bird, the Girallon was gone, leaving only swaying branches as his trail.

Goren’s breath came and went in ragged intervals as night fell. Something was differently following him in the darkness, he was sure of that. His sharp, pointed ears picked up the faintest rustles of leave in the trees. Suddenly, a great dark shape dropped from the trees and landed directly in front of the goblin. Goren stared at the creature’s feet, and slowly made his way up.

It was an ape-like creature, with clawed and furry hind paws. Goren was startled to see the ape had two sets of muscular arms instead on one. The beast wore blacker-then-black armor, which was the same color as his dark fur. The armor was in scale-mail, creating a metal tunic for him. Spikes stood out of the armor’s shoulders and across his back was strapped a huge greatsword, almost twice as long as Goren himself. Its upper arms were longer and more powerful then the lower ones, which stood out just above the hips. One ended in a black gauntlet with yet more spikes across each knuckle. On its triangular had the ape wore a spiked helm that had a spiral pattern covering the ear area. Goren was by no means a cowardly or easily frightened creature, but in the face of the strange ape he began to quiver with fear.

Arkais looked at the shivering in front of him. He knew he was a frightening sight, but he also knew that he was hurting the frightened goblin’s pride. He raised his un-clawed right hand to the goblin and said, “Please, sit, and help me make a fire.”

Goren stopped shaking when the ape spoke. The strange beast’s voice was a deep growl, but the way he said it was almost soothing. The goblin gulped and removed his flint from his bag. Arkais gathered tinder, then Goren struck one of his short swords against the flint. A shower of sparks hit the tinder, and gently blowing, Goren created a fire.

The two roasted two forest animals over their fire, not saying anything to each other and staying on opposite sides of the fire. Then the big ape spoke. “Where are you going, Goblin?”
Goren was slightly surprised by the sound, and he tried to keep his voice as low as possible. “Goin’ south, to the coast.”
Arkais nodded, saying, “My name is Arkais, I live in these woods.”
“I’m Goren, come from Teth, a city far from here.” The goblin replied.
The Girallon’s breath quickened. Finally his chance for adventure had come, and he hinted to Goren: “Need someone to accompany you to the coast? I know these woods well.”
“Tell me, Arkais, how do you know the language of men?” Goren said as he considered the ape’s offer.
“Why, we have always spoken it, and have taught it to our children, and so on.”
“You’ll want payment, of course…”
“No, I’ll escort you for free.”
Goren smiled. “Well, then what are we waiting for, Mate? Lets go!”
Arkais shook his massive armored head. “No, we’ll leave at dawn, ‘tis time to sleep.”
“Yes, mmm, sleep…” Goren mumbled, as he lay down several minutes later, wrapped in his tattered blanket he had carried so far...

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