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As the sun set, a single soulful musical note broke the evening silence. The note hung in the air for a few moments before being followed by another, which in turn was followed by another and another. The mournful song eased its way into the evening air and then abruptly stopped.
The last rays of sun disappeared over the horizon in silence, then just as twilight began to settle in, scratching could be heard, barely audible, from within the shadowed mantel of a nearby cave.
Then it was quiet again.
Intrigued by the sounds, a goblin dropped the shiny bauble it was looting from a fresh corpse and cautiously approached the cave mouth. He didn’t remember there being a cave here before, but then he didn’t take notice of such things.
As he approached the musical notes began again. A sad ballad of loss that made him remember the painful memory, deep in the recesses of his soul, of elves killing his brother when they were just pups. Oh how he hated those elves for that day! For taking away the only family he knew!
The little goblin wiped the beginnings of a tear from his leathery check while sniffling back his runny nose, and stepped closer to the cave mouth.
As the notes continued to float out towards him, the little goblin remembered how he was cheated from being promoted to guard first rate. That lying whelp Ma’zok claimed he killed the wolf and had praise heaped upon him by the guard master. Ma’zok couldn’t even kill himself if he fell on someone else’s sword! Ma’zok didn’t deserve the honour! The little goblin stepped closer still to the cave mouth.
As the little goblin reached the cave entrance he squinted, peering into the gloom. Within the small cave, surrounded by a faint red glow was a creature, maybe about the size of a human, tall and slender, sitting on a rock. In its hands the creature held a thin reed flute.
“The music!” the little goblin thought, but as he did, the music abruptly ceased. The goblin blinked a couple times, and looked around unsure of his surroundings.
The creature within the cave took the flute away from its lips and gave a slight grin from under the wide brim of its hat. As it did so, the cave itself seemed to shift; the rocks began to pile up on top of each other until they formed the likeness of a large humanoid rock monster. As the goblin sneered at the creature with the flute, the rock monster drew back one of its massive limbs and brought it down swiftly, pasting the goblin into the soft earth.
“Only one goblin? Tsk, tsk. This song does need work” spoke the creature with the wide brimmed hat as the large rock monster began to disassemble itself to form the walls and ceiling of the small cave once again.
The quiet sound of scratching could be heard as quill was put to parchment, changing the notes of the song.
The last rays of sun disappeared over the horizon in silence, then just as twilight began to settle in, scratching could be heard, barely audible, from within the shadowed mantel of a nearby cave.
Then it was quiet again.
Intrigued by the sounds, a goblin dropped the shiny bauble it was looting from a fresh corpse and cautiously approached the cave mouth. He didn’t remember there being a cave here before, but then he didn’t take notice of such things.
As he approached the musical notes began again. A sad ballad of loss that made him remember the painful memory, deep in the recesses of his soul, of elves killing his brother when they were just pups. Oh how he hated those elves for that day! For taking away the only family he knew!
The little goblin wiped the beginnings of a tear from his leathery check while sniffling back his runny nose, and stepped closer to the cave mouth.
As the notes continued to float out towards him, the little goblin remembered how he was cheated from being promoted to guard first rate. That lying whelp Ma’zok claimed he killed the wolf and had praise heaped upon him by the guard master. Ma’zok couldn’t even kill himself if he fell on someone else’s sword! Ma’zok didn’t deserve the honour! The little goblin stepped closer still to the cave mouth.
As the little goblin reached the cave entrance he squinted, peering into the gloom. Within the small cave, surrounded by a faint red glow was a creature, maybe about the size of a human, tall and slender, sitting on a rock. In its hands the creature held a thin reed flute.
“The music!” the little goblin thought, but as he did, the music abruptly ceased. The goblin blinked a couple times, and looked around unsure of his surroundings.
The creature within the cave took the flute away from its lips and gave a slight grin from under the wide brim of its hat. As it did so, the cave itself seemed to shift; the rocks began to pile up on top of each other until they formed the likeness of a large humanoid rock monster. As the goblin sneered at the creature with the flute, the rock monster drew back one of its massive limbs and brought it down swiftly, pasting the goblin into the soft earth.
“Only one goblin? Tsk, tsk. This song does need work” spoke the creature with the wide brimmed hat as the large rock monster began to disassemble itself to form the walls and ceiling of the small cave once again.
The quiet sound of scratching could be heard as quill was put to parchment, changing the notes of the song.