Drabble STORY ARC #2: Seek and Avenge

Old Frenemies Again

The finale (part 7) of a ‘choose your own’ story

This is a ‘choose your own’ fiction story, “drabble edition”. You can check out Chapter 1 of this story, ‘The Burned Village’, or check the previous chapter: ‘Goblin Fury’, by JF Danskin.

A double-drabble this time! And for more context or a reminder, check out ‘Old Frenemy’ or ‘The Legacy of Zaroph’.

You hurry along the tunnel. Ahead, a goblin pees in the shadows by a broad staircase. He finishes, scurries off.

Tox’ar races upstairs without a word, but Dara hesitates.

“Dungeons are that way.” She points to a half-hidden archway.

Just then, an armored figure lurches out, and you narrowly duck a blade. You stagger back, raising your own weapon. “Zaroph!” you cry.

“Not this fucking guy,” mutters Dara, coming to your side. “He’s the worst.”

“It’s over, Zaroph,” you say. “Marroz is dead.”

“Got my coin from the merchants,” Zaroph scoffs. “After I silence you, the orcs can do as they like.”

You slash out, but are weakened by your wounds; he easily parries. Dara hits, but he kicks her, her head thumping against the stone stairs. She staggers, half-stunned.

You block another blow, and manage to riposte, your blade slashing his face. He roars, and slashes at you again and again. Forcing you under the stair.

As Zaroph closes in, he fails to notice a puddle of goblin urine. His boot slips, and he lands on his back with a sickening thud. Blood flows from his head, and he moves no more.

He is dead.

“Good bye, old friend.”

Continue.

Did this chapter have some ‘What we do in the Shadows’ vibes?

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