Da Boss! - Part II
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 3:14 am
They were all huddled in groups of five or so, squatting in the dirt. There was little to do, little to talk about. It had been some time since Kazzig was captured, and in that time he had learned to stay quiet. The savage ones didn't like gits talking. It drove them paranoid. After all, their slaves outnumbered them three to one. It would only take one moment, one opportunity for the goblins to turn against their masters.
"I 'eard 'un dem boyz talkin' 'bout a big eatz tonight. Dey wantz ta chow down on us gitz 'cuz derz too many!"
The goblin's voice was frail and shaken, much like the goblin himself. Much like the others. The others were silent, their jaws hanging loosely in the arid heat. Whether or not they had listened, they seemed to not care. It was as if they had resigned from life and were ready to die.
Kazzig, who had been a prisoner the least longest, retained some of his fighting spirit. But he did not show it. He knew there were some among him who would rat him out given the chance. Little did they know Kazzig had a plan.
Kazzig rose his head briefly, squinting his eyes at the golden sky above. Night was coming, and he knew the bonfires would soon be lit. They'd be preparing for a feast, a feast that involved him as the main entrée. Kazzig looked around him. There were around thirty or so of them in the pen, all squeezed together in a tight space. He noticed that the others were beginning to become nervous, visibly shaking in fear for what was to come. Kazzig knew that tonight was the night, when nerves were high and their lives depended on escape. But how, Kazzig thought, could they.
The loud thundering of drums signaled the feast was to begin. The Orcs gathered around the glowing bonfire, their bodies beginning to sway with the music. Their shadows could be seen against the palisades above, dancing in the night. They moved with a primal rhythm, swaying back and forth, lost in a state of transcendence. Suddenly, the drums stop, and the Orcs let out a howl, much similar to that of wolves. They each begin to raise their arms towards the full moon, beseeching its sacred light and blessings.
By now, the prisoners realize death is near. The pens are filled with their laments, but they would do no good to save them. Already, the savage ones begin picking slaves, binding them with chains and tossing them into the bonfire. The others can not help but listen to their screams, and the cackling of the fire.
As they made their way to Kazzig's pen, the goblins all shifted to one side of the pit in an attempt to evade the hands that would mean their death. One helpless goblin is plucked from his feet, pushed forward by the rest to be chosen. He struggles back and forth in the fist of his captor, but to no avail. The Orc laughs, and goes to pick a second. As he reached forward to grab Kazzig, Kazzig realized that if he were caught he'd then be done for. In panic, Kazzig sprints towards the Orc, rolling underneath his legs to stand behind him. Surprised, the Orc turns around just in time to see Kazzig jump mid-air, his hands formed into claws. Kazzig's fingers dig into the Orc's face, and are refused to latch off. The Orc lets out a howl of pain, and swipes Kazzig off his face with one mighty swing. But by then, the prisoners behind him had joined the fray.
In a split of a moment, the prisoners had seized momentum. They piled onto the Orc, using their teeth and nails to tear him into shreds. Once the Orc had fallen, his mangled corpse scattered across the floor, the others begin to climb out of the pits, running to free the countless others still in captivity. From pen to pen, the hordes of goblins are let loose.
It seemed as if the savage ones could not respond quick enough to handle the situation. The goblins were quick and avoided their clumsy grasps. Soon enough, the entire encampment had turned to a battlefield, as Kazzig and the others turned against their masters with bloodlust. For every Orc there were a dozen or so goblins at their heels, ready to swarm the enemy like locusts.
As the battle came to a closing end, the goblins gathered for a final push. The savage one leader, da boss, still lived. He was much larger than the other Orcs. His tusks curled upwards like spikes. His glowing red eyes were the same shade of blood that they so often had spilled. He wore a giant animal's skull for a helmet, and was painted from head to toe. Wielding a mace made of a boulder tied to a tree, he was able to swing and hit a dozen goblins as they charged towards him.
But, despite his efforts, there were simply too many. The goblins encircled him and the last few Orcs. They swarmed da boss, completely covering his body. Tooth and nail tore him and his last defenders to bits and pieces, and the crown he wore - an animal skull - was ripped from his head and thrown to the ground. The goblins cheered, gleefully rejoicing in their victory. The hordes of goblins had won their freedom.
Kazzig recognized now the existing power vacuum he had created. He looked for the fallen crown laying in the dust and picked it up. Kazzig climbed the fallen body of the Orc chieftain, with the crown in his hands. He rose it defiantly to the sky before placing it upon his brow. The others soon gathered, surrounding Kazzig. They looked up in awe as he exclaimed:
"WAAAGH!"
"I'Z DA BOSS NOW!"
"I 'eard 'un dem boyz talkin' 'bout a big eatz tonight. Dey wantz ta chow down on us gitz 'cuz derz too many!"
The goblin's voice was frail and shaken, much like the goblin himself. Much like the others. The others were silent, their jaws hanging loosely in the arid heat. Whether or not they had listened, they seemed to not care. It was as if they had resigned from life and were ready to die.
Kazzig, who had been a prisoner the least longest, retained some of his fighting spirit. But he did not show it. He knew there were some among him who would rat him out given the chance. Little did they know Kazzig had a plan.
Kazzig rose his head briefly, squinting his eyes at the golden sky above. Night was coming, and he knew the bonfires would soon be lit. They'd be preparing for a feast, a feast that involved him as the main entrée. Kazzig looked around him. There were around thirty or so of them in the pen, all squeezed together in a tight space. He noticed that the others were beginning to become nervous, visibly shaking in fear for what was to come. Kazzig knew that tonight was the night, when nerves were high and their lives depended on escape. But how, Kazzig thought, could they.
The loud thundering of drums signaled the feast was to begin. The Orcs gathered around the glowing bonfire, their bodies beginning to sway with the music. Their shadows could be seen against the palisades above, dancing in the night. They moved with a primal rhythm, swaying back and forth, lost in a state of transcendence. Suddenly, the drums stop, and the Orcs let out a howl, much similar to that of wolves. They each begin to raise their arms towards the full moon, beseeching its sacred light and blessings.
By now, the prisoners realize death is near. The pens are filled with their laments, but they would do no good to save them. Already, the savage ones begin picking slaves, binding them with chains and tossing them into the bonfire. The others can not help but listen to their screams, and the cackling of the fire.
As they made their way to Kazzig's pen, the goblins all shifted to one side of the pit in an attempt to evade the hands that would mean their death. One helpless goblin is plucked from his feet, pushed forward by the rest to be chosen. He struggles back and forth in the fist of his captor, but to no avail. The Orc laughs, and goes to pick a second. As he reached forward to grab Kazzig, Kazzig realized that if he were caught he'd then be done for. In panic, Kazzig sprints towards the Orc, rolling underneath his legs to stand behind him. Surprised, the Orc turns around just in time to see Kazzig jump mid-air, his hands formed into claws. Kazzig's fingers dig into the Orc's face, and are refused to latch off. The Orc lets out a howl of pain, and swipes Kazzig off his face with one mighty swing. But by then, the prisoners behind him had joined the fray.
In a split of a moment, the prisoners had seized momentum. They piled onto the Orc, using their teeth and nails to tear him into shreds. Once the Orc had fallen, his mangled corpse scattered across the floor, the others begin to climb out of the pits, running to free the countless others still in captivity. From pen to pen, the hordes of goblins are let loose.
It seemed as if the savage ones could not respond quick enough to handle the situation. The goblins were quick and avoided their clumsy grasps. Soon enough, the entire encampment had turned to a battlefield, as Kazzig and the others turned against their masters with bloodlust. For every Orc there were a dozen or so goblins at their heels, ready to swarm the enemy like locusts.
As the battle came to a closing end, the goblins gathered for a final push. The savage one leader, da boss, still lived. He was much larger than the other Orcs. His tusks curled upwards like spikes. His glowing red eyes were the same shade of blood that they so often had spilled. He wore a giant animal's skull for a helmet, and was painted from head to toe. Wielding a mace made of a boulder tied to a tree, he was able to swing and hit a dozen goblins as they charged towards him.
But, despite his efforts, there were simply too many. The goblins encircled him and the last few Orcs. They swarmed da boss, completely covering his body. Tooth and nail tore him and his last defenders to bits and pieces, and the crown he wore - an animal skull - was ripped from his head and thrown to the ground. The goblins cheered, gleefully rejoicing in their victory. The hordes of goblins had won their freedom.
Kazzig recognized now the existing power vacuum he had created. He looked for the fallen crown laying in the dust and picked it up. Kazzig climbed the fallen body of the Orc chieftain, with the crown in his hands. He rose it defiantly to the sky before placing it upon his brow. The others soon gathered, surrounding Kazzig. They looked up in awe as he exclaimed:
"WAAAGH!"
"I'Z DA BOSS NOW!"
