Episode 10
For good measure, Morgoth slaughtered all the orcs that remained in his thrall. If they weren't brave enough to get killed, he didn't much want them fighting for him. These orcs worshiped Morgoth so completely they did not even fight back as he murdered them. Orcs have a one-track mind when it comes to fighting. “I don't know about you, but I'd like to kill that dragon," he said a he chopped. "I don't like to leave a project unfinished." Sita Moon followed Morgoth room to room as he hunted down each and every last goblin.
Morgoth fought as he pondered, bringing his unbelievably large stone axe down on the heads of any orc he found hiding behind walls or ensnared by barricades. "First I'd hack off all of the arms and the legs," he said. "That way it can't get away." The orc he slew adored him as it died. "Then I'd hack off the tail, so it's one big twisting neck. Then I'd slowly hack down the body until all that was left was that big silver head to crush."
The doors of the fort were closed, but red lines of evening sun outlined the doors. "That's purely hypothetical, of course," Morgoth continued, chopping the life from the last remaining goblin foolish enough not to run headlong into the White Knight's blazing sword. "That would require the dragon be completely compliant while I hacked its body apart. If it fights back in any way, I'll probably just hack and gore any which way until the big bloody thing stopped moving. That's what I usually do." Everything slain, the giant orc rested his monstrous axe on his shoulder. "That dragon attacked you too, we should probably work together.."
The sun was fading as Sita Moon and Morgoth exited to the courtyard. Clouds rolled in and thunder cracked above.They reached the tree line and Morgoth took the lead. Sita Moon did not remember why the dragon attacked her, and she didn't remember much of the attack. Shadows played at the edge of her thoughts. Fleeting images confirmed she'd traveled far to find the beast, but these memories didn't make any sense.
Morgoth fought as he pondered, bringing his unbelievably large stone axe down on the heads of any orc he found hiding behind walls or ensnared by barricades. "First I'd hack off all of the arms and the legs," he said. "That way it can't get away." The orc he slew adored him as it died. "Then I'd hack off the tail, so it's one big twisting neck. Then I'd slowly hack down the body until all that was left was that big silver head to crush."
The doors of the fort were closed, but red lines of evening sun outlined the doors. "That's purely hypothetical, of course," Morgoth continued, chopping the life from the last remaining goblin foolish enough not to run headlong into the White Knight's blazing sword. "That would require the dragon be completely compliant while I hacked its body apart. If it fights back in any way, I'll probably just hack and gore any which way until the big bloody thing stopped moving. That's what I usually do." Everything slain, the giant orc rested his monstrous axe on his shoulder. "That dragon attacked you too, we should probably work together.."
The sun was fading as Sita Moon and Morgoth exited to the courtyard. Clouds rolled in and thunder cracked above.They reached the tree line and Morgoth took the lead. Sita Moon did not remember why the dragon attacked her, and she didn't remember much of the attack. Shadows played at the edge of her thoughts. Fleeting images confirmed she'd traveled far to find the beast, but these memories didn't make any sense.
"You need supplies," Morgoth said. "You nearly beat my scabrous husk before yours disappeared, so we could probably kill every man woman and child in Hedden if we wanted to. It will be great fun!"
Sita Moon struggled to keep up with the loping stride of the giant orc. Morgoth stopped and pointed his fat fingers to a road running through a valley. “This road goes straight to Hedden. We'll get you a sword, or a cudgel before we get there. Do you often fight without armor, my lady?" Morgoth wrinkled his brow. Sita Moon had no weapons to sheath and no armor to sheath them in. Her only equipment was the Cthulhu Dagger that floated around her, deflecting the occasional attack.
Sita Moon struggled to keep up with the loping stride of the giant orc. Morgoth stopped and pointed his fat fingers to a road running through a valley. “This road goes straight to Hedden. We'll get you a sword, or a cudgel before we get there. Do you often fight without armor, my lady?" Morgoth wrinkled his brow. Sita Moon had no weapons to sheath and no armor to sheath them in. Her only equipment was the Cthulhu Dagger that floated around her, deflecting the occasional attack.
Saplings marked the encroaching edge of the tree line. Morgoth pushed trunks and brush aside for Sita Moon to pass areas otherwise inaccessible. “The people are slow and fat in Hedden, and the Greens come there by the hundred to defend them."
Sita Moon saw a map, as clear as if it were before her eyes. All the world around her summarized, and she knew a short history of each location. She could remember the name of this sense. It was 'Sephiroth.'
They walked through an area called Orc Mountains at the coast of the Icewater Sea. The region was once the edge of an elven empire called Illithria. Hedden was to the south, an Imperial city that kept orc invasions in check. They needed to cross the Gastillion River to get there.
They walked through an area called Orc Mountains at the coast of the Icewater Sea. The region was once the edge of an elven empire called Illithria. Hedden was to the south, an Imperial city that kept orc invasions in check. They needed to cross the Gastillion River to get there.
“Let me tell you about the first time I sacked Hedden,” Morgoth said. “It was marvelous! I was just a goblin. Bloody, awful affair: limbs split apart, bodies hacked and hewn asunder, and that’s only what happened to the orcs!” Morgoth clapped Sita Moon on the back hard enough to make her stumble. “Good times indeed!”
They reached the edge of the Gastillion as it wound between the mountain bases. A great distance still needed to be covered. Morgoth had plenty of stories.
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