Goblins

Mark got up finding himself in hay which conveniently softened his fall. He went to grab his spear but realized he made a grave mistake.

"Shoot I left my spear in the car." He slowly peeked around the crates surrounding him. Many of the goblins he saw earlier had gone back inside, but there were a few of them left they seemed to be guards. He's kinda surprised since they didn't spot him falling into the hole from out of the sky.

He could hear them talk to each other he didn't really understand them as it just sounded like they were blathering complete rubbish, like they were children pretending to be able to speak another language.

Mark looked around for a way around the guards. After a few minutes of thinking of a plan, the guards ended up disappearing deep into the hole behind them. Instead of running in recklessly he waited thinking it'd be a brash decision, just as he thought shortly after two new goblins walk out.

5 minutes that's how much he has to get inside. He waited until they finally turned around, and went back inside, as they did he swiftly ran towards the entrance. When he entered he realized it was more of those halls he saw awhile ago, but it had turns, corners, and doors instead of it being lengthy, it was like a maze. As he crept through the hallways he found piles of junk full of mechanical pieces, and rotting fruit.

The further he went down the hallways the more frequent he'd find these piles until the hallways were full of gunk.

The smell was very strong it burnt his nose to the point he nearly emptied his stomach, or whatever was left in his stomach he hadn't eaten in days. He was very hungry, but the bright side was the stench made him think the opposite of food.

After awhile of going through the endless maze of garbage he came across a large room the size of a massive stadium.

Greasy towers of scrap metal reached the ceilings. It looked like a vast scrap yard. Many green dots were scattered across the scrap, as he looked closer he could see hordes of goblins. He could also see large green men they were a lot taller, and muscular. Two large tusks protruded from their mouths, and they were a darker green compared to the goblins. Many of them held large clubs made of wood, or massive rusted sledgehammers.

That's when he realized they were Orcs, the Viking bandit never told him there would be Orcs. Mark tried sneaking around a few pillars looking around for the stolen supplies. He was seriously hoping they didn't use any of it up or Mark, and that phone are dead meat, and scrap.

He would peek around the corner of one of the metal towers finding a few goblins hanging around a small hut. They seemed concerned staring into the windows. Out of curiosity he snuck around another tower to see what they were so concerned about.

He was met with a sight that stabbed his weak heart. It was a little orc girl laying upon a bed, she seemed to be in great pain, and discomfort. A large old orc stood besides her brushing her long dark blue hair behind her ear.

The old orc then pulled out a large crate. Mark realized it was the supplies he was sent to find.

Mark began screaming internally, as the old orc ripped off the lid of the crate pulling out a flask of a unknown substance. He popped of the lid pouring it into her little mouth. After a few seconds she seemed relieved of her pain, and more relaxed.

Mark was here to save himself, and the phone not find himself in a moral dilemma. If he takes the medicine what if she needs it again, then she could have a agonizing death, but if he doesn't both Mark, and the phone shall die. Either way someone dies, and it's up to him who lives.

As he was lost in thought of a way out of this predicament Mark noticed a large shadow drift over him. Mark turned to find a large red Orc behind him, it was twice the size of the other Orcs, and many scars filled it's chest. It's physique was any gym bros fantasy it was made of pure muscle.

"Heh hello mister, lovely weather we're having." Mark said as the red Orc grabs him by the collar. "Crap no please spare me, I bring you no harm. I swear I don't taste good, I taste like shit."

The Orc didn't respond, it probably didn't understand him. The goblins, and elder turn to Mark in reaction to Mark screaming like a little girl.

The red Orc would simply place Mark into the hut besides the elder. It began speaking in a language he didn't understand.

The elder nodded to the red Orc signaling for him to leave. The elder Orc then spoke in a very rugged voice. "Intruder Human, why have you come."

Mark was stunned he wasn't expecting for the Orc to be able to speak English.

"W-well I uh, you see I was….." Mark was nearly pissing himself as he couldn't seem to say anything.

The Goblins would chuckle in the background to how wimpy Mark was, which the elder began shooing away.

"I believe I know why you're here those pesky thieves sent you"

Mark simply nodded, the elder didn't seem surprised as he let out a tired sigh.

"We call it bagniru or in your human language painful death, it is a disease that is very painful. It's hard to find a cure, but these potions take away pain, and slow the death giving us more time. Sadly they are very expensive to acquire."

"So you took the medicine from the bandits?"Mark said, and the Elder simply nodded.

"We had no choice."

Mark let out a loud mental sigh, as he was still in a moral dilemma. He didn't want anyone to die even if he barely knew either person.

"You seem stressed little human."

"They threatened to kill me, and my companion if I don't retrieve this, and I don't know what to do."

The elder brushed his silky white beard as he began thinking.

"I have a idea." The old Orc said. He would pull a small splinter from the ends of the crate placing it into a bowl, he grabbed bottles pulling out herbs, and roots. He then gridded them together into dust. He would pull out his staff. It glistened within the light like a gorgeous gem. he waved it in the air as sparks of gold, and silver hover over the bowl.

He began chanting words Mark didn't understand. The dust within the bowl began to hover. In the beginning it was just a puff of dust, but as the old Orc began to chant it took shape. The lights would go out as the ground quacked violently.

The golden sparks fluttered across the sky like fairies, and butterflies. Then finally the lights pop back on. The elder then turned around holding a box identical to the crate he was trying to take back for the bandits.

The elder seemed greatly fatigued from whatever he just did. Huffing, and puffing loudly.

"This will last 6 hours…. Huff…. Give this to the bandits, and they shall let you free." He handed it to Mark with his large gentle hands.

Mark was at a loss of words, but at this point why should he be surprised. Weird hallways going through towers, Viking bandits, car driving wasps, a talking phone, goblins wearing booty shorts, and Orcs why should magic surprise him.

"Thank you so much how ever could I repay you."

The elder simply chuckled. "How about this come back safely with your friend, and I shall consider it payment."

"May I ask for your name?" Mark asked

"My name is Dave…." The elder said proudly

"Dave? That's a cool name…. Uh farewell um Dave." Mark replied

Mark then turned around retracing his steps back to the exit. He was expecting a cooler fantasy name, but Dave works.

Mark stared into the bright sky up above looking around for a way out of the gigantic hole. How in the world do these goblins even get in, and out of their den.

After a moment of searching he finally found a rope going all the way to the top. He gulped as he attempted to climb up the rope with his frail weak arms, with every attempt with him sliding right back down.

"Shit this isn't good" Mark turned around to make sure there were no goblins watching as this was just flat out embarrassing. He then tried once more this time he was more successful at climbing the rope as he was getting the hang of it.

A quarter of the way through climbing the long rope he began feeling his arms begin to burn, sadly he couldn't stop now for he was a couple stories up. Mark could feel his heart race, and adrenaline was pumping throughout his body. He focused on his heavy breathing as he got closer to the top.

When he neared the top, when he was just a few feet from the ledge, he could hear talking he was guessing it was the bandits waiting on him to retrieve the crate, and he was correct. There were four leather jacket wearing bandits beside a giant rusted semi truck.

"Look who finally made it out." One of the bandits said while clapping their hands. "I'm impressed human."

One of the other bandits would rip the wooden crate right out from Marks hands examining it.

"Seems to be exactly what the boss wanted" Before Mark could sigh in relief a man hopped out the truck, and grabbed the crate. It was their boss, the Skeleton Viking or whatever his name was.

He threw it on the floor, and crushed it under his feet, causing the crate to disintegrate into the golden sparkles he saw awhile ago.

"Nice try but your tricks won't work on me." The Skeleton Viking said in a stern, solemn tone.