Boojockoes
Book II
Chapter 1
The Long Walk
"Hey Poopy!" Steve shouted, "I thought you knew they way."
"Sorry I forgot it," Poopy said.
Suddenly they heard a noise in the brush. Grundels popped out. The crew began combat.
Steve son of Queve had rage. He punched a grundel right in his pig-like snout, breaking all the bones in the nose and causing the grundel to howl in pain. Blood poured from the holes of the snout. Steve then drew Striker and quickly finished off the grundel, but more came.
A Wrednek grundel lunged at Poopy, but Poopy slashed him with his magic Murf sized battle ax. The grundel dropped to the ground and died.
"I shall help thee!" a voice yelled.
Soon a man dressed all in green, carrying a huge, powerful bow, appeared.
As he shot grundels dead he recited a poem:
I know the forest like the back of my hand!
With me I carry a mighty bow
Tis for protection don't you know.
Suddenly a huge grand slamming black polar bear, a creature which was invented by Lanor himself, rushed out of the forest. Steve grabbed a spear of copper from on of the dead bodies. Then the brave dwarf rushed forth to battle the bear. The bear was stabbed and green acid shot out of his teeth, but Steve dodged it and stabbed the bear in the ankle. The bear screamed in a high pitched voice and then died.
Seeing Steve commit this mighty act the rest of the grundels fled.
The group regrouped to search the carnage. Poopy looked at a carnated body. He found a map to Ponadog. It was in a good way.
"We should help that man," Gutte said.
The group walked around to the man. He was in two pieces, but was still breathing.
"He's alive!" Pobad exclaimed.
"I...must...stop....Lan..or...." the yeoman said, and then he died.
The group then turned their attention to the map.
"This map is poorly drawn but it will have to do," Pobad said, "It sure beats Poopy's lousy directions."
Chapter 2
The Gates of Ponadog
The crew who were headed to Ponadog had now finally arrived. The once wondrous city was now in shambles. The doors, which Steve and Kilcorhunte remembered being gold, had been replaced by a huge disgusting iron portcullis. Grundels were everywhere and from in the caves screams of agony could be heard, the group didn't want to know what was going on in there.
The crew was now hiding in the brush waiting to find a way in.
Poopy Murf spoke, "I know a secret way in."
"I lived here most of my life and never knew of a secret way," Steve son of Queve said.
"It was made recently by Murfish slaves who escaped," Poopy Murf said.
"Will we all be able to fit through it?" Gutte asked.
"Yes," Poopy said, "The tunnel is quite large."
The six walked around the mountain to find a large cave.
"It's not guarded," Steve said.
"That's because it's a secret," Poopy said.
The group felt their way down the dark tunnel, stumbling over debris and each other. Finally they saw light. The tunnel ended at a hole which led into a room in the cave.
The six dropped into the room. Steve looked around staring at the delapitated throne and tapestries.
"This was Druin's throne room," Steve son of Queve said, "Look what they did to it."
"Here lies the junk that was dwarf-kind," Kilcorhunte said.
"This room was once laden with gold. Look at it now," Steve said.
"Even in it's glory I don't see what the dwarves saw in these caves," Gutte said glancing around at the rock walls.
"Don't you know of Stifee Silver!" Steve shouted, "The most precious stuff in the world!"
Suddenly three huge grundels burst into the room. Steve in a mindless rage rushed at them swinging Striker down upon his foes. Dark blood poured from the grundel bodies as they fell.
"Oh no Grundels! Take cover!" Poopy Murf shouted.
Kilcorhunte looked at one of the bodies when the carnage was over.
"He's wearing the emblem of my family!" Kilcorhunte shouted as he ripped the golden token from the grundel.
"We must free this place from the grundels!" Steve shouted.
"Do you know how many grundels are here?" Poopy Murf asked.
"So," Steve said, "Kilcorhunte and myself are driven by the strongest force of all, revenge!"
"It's a death trap past these doors," Barlo said.
"We didn't come all this way to kill three grundels and get a golden charm!" Kilcorhunte yelled.
"If you want to turn back do so," Steve yelled furiously, "We dwarves are staying!"
"I will help," Pobad said, "Steve once saved my life and I owe him."
"I will stay too, for I wish to free the Murf slaves," Poopy said.
"I shall stay also," Barlo said, "For elves once dwelled here."
"I will stay, because I do not dare wander the roads back to Kal-Lor alone. I would surly be slain," Gutte said.
"Then we all go," Steve said, "Beyond those doors might be death but we must try to free the dwarves! They will make valuable allies against The Evil One!"
The three heaved the huge oaken doors open.
Chapter 3
On The Road To Roushmour
Corey woke with a start. For the past four days he and his companions had been traveling towards Mount Roushmour to destroy the Crown of Dankar. He had not had a good night sleep since he had left Dobo 9's house. His sleep was troubled with night mares of dark apparitions.
"IT'S TIME TO GET UUUUUUUUUP!" Cutter screeched.
Corey stood up and picked up Foe Fighter Wreckage. Cutter handed him a piece of roasted meat, which Corey quickly downed.
The group of seven began their day's march towards the fiery mountain that loomed in the background. The mountain itself terrified Corey, but he would say nothing. Real men never admitted when they were scared.
"Tonight we will stop at the town of Krynn," Dobo 9 said, "We can get a good night sleep on real beds, and a real meal in our stomach."
Corey doubted that his sleep would be a good one, even in a real bed. He trugged along, the weight of his pack becoming unbearable. He was exusted and he couldn't bear his scent. He smelled of sweat, smoke, fish, and swamp. It had been the longest time he had been without bathing. But he was used to it.
Around eight that evening they arrived in Krynn. They were approached at the gate by a guard.
"Welcome to Krynn," he said, "Where, may I ask, are you going at this late hour."
"To the Dancing Horse Inn," Dobo 9 said, "Is it far?"
"No not to far," the guard said, "You may be on your way, but be weary for strange folk for have been around for days."
"Thank you for the warning," Dobo 9 said.
The group passed by. There was a mist that made it nearly impossible to see. Soon however the group was inside the tavern. They sat down at a large oak table near the fireplace. Food and drink was served and some of the travelers began talking. Corey had drunk several mugs of the warm tavern ale and fallen asleep at the table. Sam, Chief of Guards, and Hurley had retired for the night. So only Tuck, Dobo 9, and Cutter remained.
Dobo 9 noticed a strange man in black watching them intently.
"Tuck you know as well as I do that someone has to take the crown into the mountain," Dobo 9 said.
"Why not the strange one, that Corey. You mustn't destroy yourself," Tuck said.
"You know about the prophecy Tuck. You know what it says," Dobo 9 said.
"THE ELVEN PROPHECY SAYS THAT THE WISE ONE WILL BE SPARED IF A VISITOR FROM AFAR WILL CARRY THE CROWN TO THE DARKNESS WITH HIM! I THINK THAT COREY IS SUCH A VISITOR!" Cutter bellowed.
"That is true, Cutter. But you are forgetting that the visitor is to volunteer to take the crown," Dobo 9 said.
"THERE IS STILL A LONG WAY TO THE MOUNTAIN!" Cutter yelled.
"That is true, and if we want to make it there soon we'd better get some rest," Tuck said.
Tuck woke up Corey and the four went upstairs. At the top of the stairs Dobo 9 looked down to see that the man in black disappeared. That night Corey had a dream. He dreamt that he walked into fire wearing a mesh hat of gold. As he walked the hat melted and ran off him. At the end of the fire was a door. Before he could open it he was woken up by Hurley.
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" Hurley yelled.
The group left the inn before the sun had risen and by noon they had almost reached the mountain.
"Now we must decide who will take the crown back into the darkness," Dobo 9 said.
"I guess that I should," Corey said.
"Yes, you are the chosen one," Dobo 9 said.
"What will happen to me?" Corey asked.
"We can not say for sure. We do not know," Dobo 9 said, "I wish that I did."
Corey was more scared then he had ever been in his life. He knew now that he might die. He wasn't ready to die, but who would miss him back home. He had no friends, his family hated him, and the only women in his life were the ones on TV, and in the movies. He knew that this would be the right thing to do.
Chapter 4
Battle of Eloh Hall
Back at Ponadog the group had opened the huge oak doors and had walked into a large open hall. The floors where covered with piles of Wrynosoriss dung, and broken swords which were once wondrous blades, forged by the dwarves.
"This was Eloh Hall," Steve said, "Once a master work of craftsmanship now just another monument of grundel destruction!"
There was a loud bark and Steve son of Queve noticed that there were a group of grundels hiding in the shadows.
"You fiends!" Steve yelled as he charged forward.
He failed Striker in front of him. Parts of grundels fell from the blade's wrath.
"We must help him!" Kilcorhunte yelled.
Barlo quickly notched an arrow in his bow and let it fly. The arrow flew straight and true, hitting it's mark. The black shaft of the arrow disappeared in the grundel's chest. He then threw his bow down and drew Grundel Chopper from his special scabbard.
"Time to chop some grundel!" Barlo shouted as he rushed into the fray.
Meanwhile in the carnage, Pobad had cracked some skulls with his war hammer. The grundels kept coming though. Pobad smashed grundel after grundel down but there were to many. They kept coming from all over the room and out of doors and holes in the walls.
"There are to many of them!" Poopy Murf shouted as he chopped off toes with his magic battle ax.
A grundel crept up behind Pobad and stabbed him in the back with his worn old saber. Pobad howled and dropped to the ground. Barlo saw this and sprung quickly. Grundel Chopper came down upon his helm. There was a flash like flame and the helm burst asunder. The grundel fell with a cloven head. His followers fled howling, as Gutte and Poopy sprang at them.
Pobad stood up, "After them! They'll regroup and attack again!"
"Pobad you live!" Steve yelled.
"Yes. And it's all thanks to this," Pobad said lifted as he lifted his shirt, revealing a suit of mail.
"Stifee Silver! I have never seen such a finely crafted suit!" Steve son of Queve said.
"Yes it was a gift to my father from the dwarves," Pobad said, "Now let us give chase and free the dwarves."
The company rushed through the door the grundels had escaped from. What they next saw shocked them. Dwarves, as hairy and dirty as the grundels themselves, were digging.
"Dwarves!" Steve shouted.
The diggers looked up from their work to see the company. They then held up their chains and shackles.
"Slaves attack the enemies!" a voice hissed.
"An Oblo Grundel! They have been known to slay whole armies alone! And they can talk too!" Gutte shouted.
The Oblo Grundel was about seven feet tall and covered with matted dark green fur. He was wearing a helmet deep set with gems and carried a sword obviously of dwarven make.
"You're in a bad way!" Steve yelled as he charged at the Oblo.
The slaves began to attack the party until Kilcorhunte yelled, "We're here to free you!"
The slaves then turned and attacked the Oblo. They smashed at it with their shovels, hammers, and picks. Dark blood flowed freely from the wounds on the Oblo's chest.
Barlo shot an arrow. It flew strait and true and hit the mark. It buried itself in the Oblo's throat.
The large grundel fell down dead. Cries and shouts rose from the mass of slaves. They were all holding their chains. Gutte took the key ring off the Oblo's belt. She then began unlocking the dwarven prisoners.
"Freedom my brothers!" Kilcorhunte yelled.
The dwarven slaves rushed into another room and the sounds of battle were soon heard.
"We must help them," Steve son of Queve said, "For with no mail of blades, they will all soon be slain!"
The company then rushed into the room.
Chapter 5
Strait Into The Furnace
The crew on the way to Mount Roushmour had finally gotten to the gate to the Dark World. The stench of brimstone was overpowering.
"From this point on the roads become dangerous," Dobo 9 said, "I think it would be best for Corey to carry the crown from now on." He handed Corey the sack which contained all the evil in the world, the crown.
At that moment a ghostly figure dressed all in black riding a beast which was covered with green scales and had the tail of a rat and the teeth of one too appeared. The rider slashed at Dobo 9 with his black blade.
"The Demon Knights of Lanor are upon us! The Scagbeast Riders! Fly you fools! I shall do the combat with them!" Dobo 9 yelled.
The party minus Dobo 9 ran as fast as they could towards the gate. Corey looked back to see mortal combat brewing between the two. Strange words of power were coming from Dobo 9's mouth, and even though he was very far back Corey could hear them with perfect clarity.
Finally they stopped.
Chief of Guards spoke, "Well it looks like I'm in charge."
"What now?" Tuck asked, "Without Dobo 9 we've no hope in succeeding!"
"We don't need hope!" Chief of Guards said.
"It's all up to you Crownbearer. What do we do?" Tuck asked.
"What Dobo 9 wanted. We destroy the crown," Corey answered clearing his throat.
"Tomorrow we set off then. We should get some rest," Chief of Guards stated.
Corey unrolled his bedroll and drank some warm brew. He drifted into a deep sleep. His first untroubled sleep. No dreams at all, the way it used to be.
The next mourning the group set off again. This was their finally march. That night they would be at the gate, if all went well.
The march was the hardest yet, for they couldn't walk on the paths because Lanor's men would see them.
Corey was last in the marching order. He marched slowly, gripping Foe Fighter Wreckage tightly. He felt an urge to stop walking and turn the mace on himself. He stopped and opened his pack. Corey took the sack out of his pack. He wondered what the crown looked like. One peek wouldn't hurt. Corey opened the sack wide. The flashing lights from the crown nearly blinded him. He had to wear it, just for a moment.
Corey placed the crown upon his head, just as Sam turned around. But as he put it on Sam and everything else for that matter vanished. The landscape around him had changed as well. The terrifying mountains had been replaced by even more terrifying thorns and bones. Lost souls moaned in pain, and the Demon Knights were there. Corey thought that this was his last stand, so he decided to go out with a bang.
Corey hoisted the Mace and rushed at the knights. He wouldn't die.
Chapter 6
Drop 'n Dave
Meanwhile at Drop 'n Dave, a trading post, Christopher was buying lettuce. It was great lettuce and it had green. But soon the lettuce jumped up and it was grundels. He had to fight the grundels alone.
It was marketplace carnage. Christopher grabbed some knives and hid behind the jerky crate and threw the knives at the grundels. The Black Shafted Knives hit there marks straight and true. The knives were great. When the carnage ended he ate a large piece of jerky.
As he chewed the delicious stuff, a big ugly serpent slithered up near him.
"You are Lanor's foe," the serpent hissed.
"Shut up! What are ya dumb!" Christopher yelled.
He jabbed a black shafted knife into the snake which quickly died.
Chapter 7
Kilcorhunte's Last Stand
So the crew bashed into the room, mostly wielding chains. It was a tough fight, and the crew was driven back. There was no weak point to be seen in the army of grundels. They were led by Nhuls, which were undead Ghulish creatures who rode on top of Scag Beasts. They were lizard like horse sized beasts with the tail of rat and the teeth of one too.
Finally Barlo saw a weak spot, "Hey, if we take out the Nhuls, the grundels won't know what to do, and we can launch an all out assault!!!!!"
"But how do we kill a Nhul, I thought they were invincible?" asked a dwarf.
"Wood through the heart, or by the process of Nhul juice." responded Barlo.
"But that's VERY HARD TO DRINK. I hear, " Steve put in.
So everyone picked up wood from the ground and fashioned black shafted spears out of them. Now there was 2 spears for each of the people. And only 10 Nhuls.
At the same time, everyone jumped up and launched their spears. They all hit there mark strait and true. Everyone except for Steve.
"I want to make Nhul Juice!" Steve yelled as he jumped at the last remaining Nhul.
Just as Striker was about to smash into the Nhul, 40 Grundel arrows hit Steve son of Queve Grandson of Pueve Great-grandson of Bueve Great Great Grandson of Jim in the left shoulder. Bueve's great-grandson fell to ground with a cry of pain. He picked up a wooden shafted spear and threw it at the Nhul. The Nhul died.
The crew got into the fray, but there were still too many for them to take out. They retreated behind some rocks except Kilcorhunte. All of a sudden an unexpected surprise happened. The roof over the Grundels started collapsing, and all the grundels were squished. From where the roof used to be hundreds of Murfs climbed through the roof on ropes they made. They were each clad in Murf Size Stifee armor that matched there skin, so the Grundels never knew they were wearing armor.
Kilcorhunte's mangled carcass was dragged from the wreck. He spoke before he died, "Please save the world so I can rest in piece." He then got dead.
Steve stood. His left shoulder was wrapped in a blood stained cloth. He said, "We have freed the dwarves and Murfs! We march to Mount Roushmour!"
The crowd cheered and they ran out of Ponadog. Poopy, Barlo, Gutte, Steve, and Pobad remained.
"This was the treasure hoard," Steve said, "Now it's gone!"
"I thought you can here to free your people," Gutte said.
"Money's not important," Steve said, "It would be nice though."
"You say that money isn't everything, but I'd like to see you live without it," Pobad said.
"Let us get out of here! On to Mount Roushmour!" Steve shouted.
A dwarf who was clad in old rags and had a beard so dirty no one in the party could tell what it's true color was stepped up to Steve and said, "I am Bragga son of Broggo. I wish to thank you and offer you help."
"How?" Steve asked.
"I shall take the prisoners back towards Kal-Lor, and make a stand against the grundels at Cerlon Keep. While we do this you can escape to the Golden Woods, and have the High Elf get you to the mountain quickly," Bragga answered.
"That plan is in a good way," Pobad said, "Please do that, and thank you."
The five ran out of Ponadog towards the Golden Woods, while an army of dwarves and Murfs marched towards Cerlon Keep and probably death.
Chapter 8
The Meeting
Dobo 9 awoke cold and sore, he thought that he had died. He looked up to see the face of a young boy.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Dobo 9 asked.
"I am called Christopher, and this is my home," the young lad said, "I found you near Mount Roushmour."
"How far away is that?" Dobo 9 asked.
"About an hour walk away," Christopher replied.
"Do you have a horse?" Dobo 9 asked.
"Yes, I have a horse that I ride to Drop n' Dave," Christopher said.
"I must get back to that mountain!" Dobo 9 yelled.
"Why would you want to go there?" Christopher asked.
"The fate of all of us depend on it!" Dobo 9 said.
"I shall go with you then," Christopher said.
"Fine! You must be ready soon though!" Dobo 9 said.
Christopher but four knives in his belt and put on a worn looking gray coat. Dobo 9 looked at him, Christopher was obviously part elf. His ears were point like that of and elf, but Dobo 9 could sense no magic coming from him. He was a half-elf.
The two walked out to Christopher's stable. Dobo 9 got on the large work horse, named Arrow, and Christopher got on the smaller riding horse, who was named Holir, which was elven for horse.
The two rode like lightning toward the mountain. Dobo 9 hoped that nothing had happened. His only wish was that Corey hadn't been a retard and tried to wear the crown. That was his only wish.
Conclusion.