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The Last Wild Master: Chapter 30
By: jungleboy69
Chapter 30: Yowler, Son of Yowler
“So, where are we even going to find Yowler?” Gretchen asked as the team hurried up the path that led to the mountains. After a long night of planning, the team set of to the mountains once again, first thing in the morning.
“Let’s start in the canyons.” John suggested. “Bandits would often camp in valleys or canyons so they would be protected from the elements and remain hidden.” “It won’t be easy...” Damien muttered. “The canyons are large; their camps could be anywhere.”
“Not really,” Darren pointed out. “Dad told me that gnolls’ camps are often messy and decorated with skulls and bones.” “We’ll just follow the scent of rotten meat and we’ll find their camp.” He added. “Don’t remind me...” John replied, shuddering at the memory. “I still remember the stench of all those human remains we found in the gnoll camps yesterday.”
“Well, let's start looking” Damien added. “The sooner we find Yowler, the sooner we stop the Black-Rocks invasion.”
(5 mins later...)
It didn't take long for them to find the campsite; it was littered with skulls and bones. The stench was unbearable, and swarms of carrion files buzzed around. In the midst of it, the cackling of gnolls echoed throughout the valley.
Throughout the small valley, the friends found various campsites where bands of gnolls were chatting around campfires or patrolling around. In one site, standing in front of a large bonfire and surrounded by bloody ribs was a large Gnoll; with molted fur, wearing nothing but dirty torn trousers and brandishing a large cutlass.
It didn't take long for them to guess that it was Yowler, leader of the gnolls. From behind some large rocks, the friends could hear and see everything. "So, what's the plan?" Darren asked Gretchen. "We can't fight them all..."
"We don't have to." Gretchen reminded them. “We’ll just need to subdue them, Yowler is our main target.” "We need to take them out as quickly as possible before they swarm us." She continued.
"Hey guys, take a look." John added, pointing at someone in the gnoll campsite. When the others looked, they were surprised to see another gnoll with Yowler. When they saw that part of its face had looked as if it had been chewed off, they recognized him immediately.
"It's the gnoll that attacked us, two nights ago." Damien spoke up. "So, anyone have any ideas?" He asked. "I have just the thing." John replied, before taking out a small vial with a strange blue liquid. "This is one of Prof. Varian's sheep transmutation potions that he loaned us."
"We're going to turn them into sheep?" Darren asked. John nodded. "We'll be able to pick them off easily if we do." He removed the cork from the vial and took a deep breath. "Here goes!" He exclaimed, before throwing the vial into one of the campsites.
*CRACK!* The vial broke and a cloud of blue gas spread out, engulfing some of the gnolls and making them cry out in surprise. The other gnolls jumped to their feet and brandished their weapons. When the mist cleared, they found four frightened sheep stumbling about and their mouths watered with hunger.
“Roast Mutton!!” One gnoll howled with delight, causing the frightened sheep to flee in terror with the gnolls chasing after them. The rest of the clan were just getting confused when the team sprang out from their hiding place.
"SURPRISE, SUCKERS!!" John called out as he, Gretchen and John unleashed their magic on the gnolls; roasting them, drowning in water spheres or slicing them with blades of wind. Darren fired arrows from his bow while using his hunting knife to slash at them.
"IT THEM!" The disfigured gnoll yelled. "Them humans beat us back in town!" He pointed a clawed finger at Darren. “He the one who bit me!!” Darren smirked. “What’s the matter?” He taunted. “You’ve gone crying to your mother...?”
The disfigured gnoll snarled while Yowler grinned wickedly. “So, you humans are ones causing us trouble...” He growled as the team gathered. “You made mistake coming to campsite...”
“It’s you who’s made the mistake!” Gretchen shot back. “You have been in league with orcs to capture innocent people and you’ve been planning to invade Lakeshire!” Yowler snarled. “Many adventurers said same thing.” He replied, before raising his cutlass. “They all die, and so will you!!”
“ATTACK!!” Within seconds, the gnolls charged at the friends who braced for attack. “Let’s get em!!!” Damien yelled as he and the team charged back at the monsters.
By: jungleboy69
Chapter 30: Yowler, Son of Yowler
“So, where are we even going to find Yowler?” Gretchen asked as the team hurried up the path that led to the mountains. After a long night of planning, the team set of to the mountains once again, first thing in the morning.
“Let’s start in the canyons.” John suggested. “Bandits would often camp in valleys or canyons so they would be protected from the elements and remain hidden.” “It won’t be easy...” Damien muttered. “The canyons are large; their camps could be anywhere.”
“Not really,” Darren pointed out. “Dad told me that gnolls’ camps are often messy and decorated with skulls and bones.” “We’ll just follow the scent of rotten meat and we’ll find their camp.” He added. “Don’t remind me...” John replied, shuddering at the memory. “I still remember the stench of all those human remains we found in the gnoll camps yesterday.”
“Well, let's start looking” Damien added. “The sooner we find Yowler, the sooner we stop the Black-Rocks invasion.”
(5 mins later...)
It didn't take long for them to find the campsite; it was littered with skulls and bones. The stench was unbearable, and swarms of carrion files buzzed around. In the midst of it, the cackling of gnolls echoed throughout the valley.
Throughout the small valley, the friends found various campsites where bands of gnolls were chatting around campfires or patrolling around. In one site, standing in front of a large bonfire and surrounded by bloody ribs was a large Gnoll; with molted fur, wearing nothing but dirty torn trousers and brandishing a large cutlass.
It didn't take long for them to guess that it was Yowler, leader of the gnolls. From behind some large rocks, the friends could hear and see everything. "So, what's the plan?" Darren asked Gretchen. "We can't fight them all..."
"We don't have to." Gretchen reminded them. “We’ll just need to subdue them, Yowler is our main target.” "We need to take them out as quickly as possible before they swarm us." She continued.
"Hey guys, take a look." John added, pointing at someone in the gnoll campsite. When the others looked, they were surprised to see another gnoll with Yowler. When they saw that part of its face had looked as if it had been chewed off, they recognized him immediately.
"It's the gnoll that attacked us, two nights ago." Damien spoke up. "So, anyone have any ideas?" He asked. "I have just the thing." John replied, before taking out a small vial with a strange blue liquid. "This is one of Prof. Varian's sheep transmutation potions that he loaned us."
"We're going to turn them into sheep?" Darren asked. John nodded. "We'll be able to pick them off easily if we do." He removed the cork from the vial and took a deep breath. "Here goes!" He exclaimed, before throwing the vial into one of the campsites.
*CRACK!* The vial broke and a cloud of blue gas spread out, engulfing some of the gnolls and making them cry out in surprise. The other gnolls jumped to their feet and brandished their weapons. When the mist cleared, they found four frightened sheep stumbling about and their mouths watered with hunger.
“Roast Mutton!!” One gnoll howled with delight, causing the frightened sheep to flee in terror with the gnolls chasing after them. The rest of the clan were just getting confused when the team sprang out from their hiding place.
"SURPRISE, SUCKERS!!" John called out as he, Gretchen and John unleashed their magic on the gnolls; roasting them, drowning in water spheres or slicing them with blades of wind. Darren fired arrows from his bow while using his hunting knife to slash at them.
"IT THEM!" The disfigured gnoll yelled. "Them humans beat us back in town!" He pointed a clawed finger at Darren. “He the one who bit me!!” Darren smirked. “What’s the matter?” He taunted. “You’ve gone crying to your mother...?”
The disfigured gnoll snarled while Yowler grinned wickedly. “So, you humans are ones causing us trouble...” He growled as the team gathered. “You made mistake coming to campsite...”
“It’s you who’s made the mistake!” Gretchen shot back. “You have been in league with orcs to capture innocent people and you’ve been planning to invade Lakeshire!” Yowler snarled. “Many adventurers said same thing.” He replied, before raising his cutlass. “They all die, and so will you!!”
“ATTACK!!” Within seconds, the gnolls charged at the friends who braced for attack. “Let’s get em!!!” Damien yelled as he and the team charged back at the monsters.
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