The morning was cold and bitter, the land sparkling like a sea of diamonds. The young man clambering through the frost covered bushes was cursing quietly to himself; not bothering all that much to stay particuarly quiet. He had just gone down a thin crack on the right hand side of the valley and according to his map the basin should be at the end of this thin roofless tunnel. He had been travelling for nearly two weeks and his food supply had finally run out, he would have to hunt on the way back to Cairn which he new would be a real chore after having slain a mob of goblins. Mumbling on to himself he tried to ignore the ice cold drips of water landing on his head and the sqeaking of his leather boots as they crunched down onto glittering lumps of rock. Finally he reached the end of the tunnel and with a final grunt he squeazed through the tight gap and then rolled down a steep slope and landed at the bottom in a heap. After a few seconds of panting he rose to his feet.
The basin was larger than he had imagined, much larger. Back in the valley there had been thousands of plants animals and the sounds of a forest waking up in the morning. Here, there was silence. The ground was dry and crusty from the frost and there were countless skeletons lying in piles around him. This place was pure evil and the sooner he was out of here the better.
His thoughts were soon interrupted as he heard voices. He had just enough time to pull his axe from his back when three goblins emerged from a hole in the ground about fifty feet to his left.
Where had the hole come from?
But before he could think on this the goblins had charged him, they moved incredibly quickly for creatures of their size. Within seconds they were upon him; they soon realised their mistake however.
One swing of his axe severed the head of one goblin then sliced the arm off another; then using his remaining momentum he brought the axe up and over his head and brought it down through the thirds head. Barely panting he swung round to find the second goblin scurrying away cradling his arm. He had got about a hundred feet away when he collapsed. However as he lay on the ground he pulled forth a crude looking horn; which he blew into with his remaining strength. The horn let out a loud trumpeting bellow that echoed across the entire basin. With a growing sense of horror Arin saw more holes appearing, dozens, hundreds, thousands!
Quickly as fast as he could he buckled his shield to his arm then readied himself. Within five minutes there were hundreds of goblins covering the basin; they scuttled across it like ants on their nest. But Arin had no more time to think the first wavehad reached him. Another two minutes and they were all dead but he barely had time to breath as the next wave reached him. Once they to were dead, he though back to Galins teachings. Don't think fight, don't hesitate strike. He repeated this in his head again and again as more goblins charged. Don't think...strike...don't think...strike...block...strike. Before he new it he was standing on top of a small mountain of bodies. Smiling he looked out over the basin, the smile turned into a grimace. There were yet more goblins emerging and he did not know how long he could keep doing this for. No don't think Arin...fight!
With a roar he rose his axe above his head and yelled to the heavens
"Kill me if you can! Filthy monsters!
Many tried the goblins seemed to have surrounded him but were sending in groups of about thirty at a time for some reason they did not want to all charge in at once. The battle continued for hours, more goblins charged and more fell to his axe. Meanwhile all he thought was to fight them as they came and think of nothing else. Eventually to Arins dismay the sun began creeping down below the line of mountains on the horizon. In the dark he would be butchered in minutes. To make matters worse he then saw the remaining lines of goblins part and out of the masses shadows strode an ogre. A creature of nightmares, standing well over seven feet tall incredibly strong and with one perpose. To cause as much pain and suffering as it could manage. The ogre bellowed what looked like instructions at the horde of goblins and as he watched he saw some of them pulling out crossbows. So this was it, his time had come he stood no chance against bolts. His arms ached so much he felt like he could barely lift his axe as he charged down the huge mountain of bodies at the ogre. With a laugh the monster grabbed a nearby goblin and hurled it at Arin who lifted his shield just in time as with a sickening crack the goblin smashed into it. The force knocked him over on to his back; as he landed a blinding pain shot up his spine. Screaming in agony he rolled over to see a sharp rock covered in his blood even as he tried to scramble to his feet all he achieved was falling face first into the dirt. With one final gasp he blacked out.