A Rustle in Reedsborough

[Bvie 1754]

 

The sounds of the mallet upon the stake resonated through the dry and cracked soil of the desolate village.

 

The wooden stake sinking lower and lower into the darkness of the earth until it’s pointed end broke through the large cavern that existed just below the surface of that exact spot, ironically.

 

A screech echoed out as sunlight began to flood the dark space, soil shifted and stirred, small feet clawed at the walls before a small head popped through the surface.

 

 

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It’s beady pupils expanded and shrunk repeatedly, trying become accustomed to the bright light of the surface world.

 

As it peered around with its poor vision, it noticed a lone figure in a dress walking away.

 

But its vision was quickly blocked once more as a gentle breeze forced a poster to land smack in the center of the creature’s face.

 

With a screech of fright and anguish, fearing its immediate demise!, it rolled over and played dead.

 

 

 

Yet after several moments of not perishing, the creature soon realized that the old poster was harmless, aside from the potential of a nasty papercut.

 

With its dirty clawed hands it grasped the poster and pulled it close to its poor eyes, trying to understand what was shown upon it.

 

The words were many and difficult to understand, but the picture beneath the words showed a great battle of dark creatures veruses seemingly small mortals.

 

The creature moved the paper under its grubby arm, now intrigued by its message, and returned beneath the surface.

 

It clawed and dug at the dark soil, snapping its teeth at its brothers and sisters that wanted to steal the treasure it had recovered from the surface world.

 

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But this creature had a mission, leading himself to the greatest of tunnels beneath the surface and to the largest of its people.

 

With a bowed head, the best bow its kind could could reproduce, it handed the poster over to its leader.

 

The being raised the note to its beady eyes and adjusted a ruddy crown upon its head as it stared at the words atop the dirtied and worn poster.

 

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“Mord..ring…?”

 

It shook its head, trying to focus its poor eyes on the paper and clawed at the dirt and mud, smearing the message.

 

“Mol…...king? Aha! A message from the surface world!”

 

 

The Mole King’s eyes looked upon the image of the battle painted below the words, seeing the scene of a great battle and the creatures seemingly toppling the small opponents.

 

A strangle and malicious chuckling began to escape the depth of the Mole King’s throat as he lowered the paper.

 

As his laughter grew louder, thousands of beady eyes began to open, their owners clutching the walls of the dark lair began to laugh alongside their lord.

 

For the denizens of the underworld knew that this message was a sign to reclaim the land once taken from them by the small folk of Reedsborough long ago.

 

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War was coming to Reedsborough

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