Whill of Agora: Epic Fantasy Bundle (Books 1-4): (Whill of Agora, A Quest of Kings, A Song of Swords, A Crown of War) (Legends of Agora)

by Michael James Ploof

  The horde of beasts before the dwarfs charged, spears leading the way. Growls and hisses escaped from mouths full of hideously pointed teeth, and black eyes bore down on the dwarves, seething with rage.

  The king had taken his place among his sons, and together they faced their doom with unwavering courage, singing the war song of the gods with all their hearts. The dwarves at the front line sent their hatchets flying into the ranks, taking down dozens of the monsters. The archers had stopped firing, for they were now engaged in mortal combat along the two balconies. Draggard bodies fell steadily from those high perches as the angry dwarves cut them down as they advanced from the walls.

  The charging army of Draggard was twenty feet away when the dwarves began their own charge to match the momentum of the oncoming beasts. The two armies came together like colliding waves. Spears found dwarf flesh; axes hewed Draggard heads. The final battle had begun.

  The king and his sons cut through the beasts with a ferocity never seen before within the great mountain. Their prowess in battle was unmatched by any of the dwarves of their clan, and the very sight of the great warriors brought forth screeches of fear from any they faced. The lines of the dwarves held steady as one beast after another fell to their fury.

  Still the Draggard poured through the chamber door to aid in the attack; now more than two thousand of the beasts waited to reinforce the ranks. But the dwarves fought with such ferocity that they actually began to force the attacking army back. Draggard upon the walls jumped into the midst of the dwarf army only to be lost within a sea of blades and hammers. Few of the dwarves fell, and even those who were mortally wounded did not relent.

  Roakore had killed twelve already and eagerly engaged another beast. The monster lunged forward with its spear, which Roakore easily parried, and he smashed the center of his axe into the face of the beast. As it flailed back from the crushing force, Roakore advanced and cut through its shoulder, burying the blade deep into the Draggard’s chest. With a growl he dislodged his blade and cut down another. Then one of the beasts was upon his back. Claws raked across his face as teeth bit fiercely, trying to get through the armor to the tough flesh. The beast suddenly went limp as the king’s two axes found its back. Roakore threw the beast off and nodded to his father.

  The king returned the gesture and with a growl engaged another beast. Roakore watched with admiration as his father masterfully whirled his twin axes, cutting down the unfortunate beast before him.

  The battle raged on for more than an hour and the dwarves held their ground. Cutting down these beasts was no more tiresome than pounding rock all day, and they did not tire easily. Thousands of Draggard bodies littered the great chamber, but still they came. More than one hundred dwarves had fallen, which only intensified the rage within the dwarf army. But the Draggard numbers were far too great. Although the enraged dwarves fought with great ferocity, they had no reinforcements, and as they fell they were not replaced with fresh fighters as the Draggard were. Another hour passed and the battle began to take its toll on the weary dwarves. The Draggard came by the hundreds across the chamber, and the wall-climbers had started to become effective in their attack. The dwarves soon found themselves being attacked from all sides, and their numbers had been cut in half. The warriors fought side by side, even atop the heaps of dead bodies.Roakore claimed his one hundredth kill by chopping the head of one of the beasts clean off its shoulders. He then claimed another kill as his axe found the ribcage of another Draggard. Beside him his youngest brother was hit in the chest with a Draggard spear. He looked down at the protruding spear with a look of surprise that soon turned to rage. With a great swing his brother smashed the head of his attacker with his double-headed war hammer. Roakore watched in horror as his brother’s gaze caught his and he dropped to his knees and fell dead. Roakore stood frozen in his brother’s dead stare, oblivious to all around him.

  A sudden thud to his shoulder jolted him from his trance: a spear had found him. He then realized that he was surrounded by the growling monsters. He quickly pulled the spear from his shoulder but he felt no pain, for his rage fully engulfed every aspect of his mind and body. His mind became bent on one purpose; his body became an instrument of death. He threw the spear to the floor and met an attacking Draggard with an axe to the head. A great growl escaped him, a roar so fierce and full of rage that it brought looks of terror from the surrounding beasts. Roakore cut into them where they stood. He chopped the arm off one and the leg off another; he parried spear after spear and cut down his aggressors mercilessly. One beast jumped upon his back, knocking off his helm even as he cut down another. The Draggard then bit at his head, and sharp teeth scraped his skull as he tried to throw the monster from him. One of the beasts before him lunged forward with its spear and Roakore turned. The beast upon his back shrieked and let go as the spear sank deep into its back. Roakore turned again and threw a hatchet at the spear-wielder; it sunk deep in the monster’s forehead. In came the tail of another Draggard, whipping across his stomach and cutting through the chainmail, leaving a large gash. Roakore moved in on the attacker as it reared its tail for another strike. Avoiding the pointed end Roakore grabbed the thicker middle of the tail with both hands. With one powerful motion he lifted the beast off its feet and smashed it to the floor with all his strength, and it moved no more.

  No longer cornered, he found himself again in the midst of his kin. He retrieved his great axe and downed another beast, but then he heard a sound that tore at his heart and made him turn in horror. It was the pained cry of his father. Ten feet away he saw him, a spear imbedded in his back and two severed tails protruding from his chest. But the king fought on; his two axes chopped and slashed, and even as another spear found his belly he did not relent.

  Roakore screamed in horror and fought his way towards his father as he fell. With his axe he plowed a path to him. “The king has fallen!” he cried, and all surrounding dwarves came to his aid, blocking off any further attack. Roakore carried his dying father to the door of the Chamber of Hiding and set him down beside it.

  The king’s grey eyes met Roakore’s, and through labored gasps and bloodied teeth he spoke. “My son, yer all that remains. Yer brothers have all fallen.” He coughed, and blood spattered Roakore’s armor. The king fought back death to utter his final words. “I be damned, me son, fer I’ll not see the Mountain o’ the Gods this day. I’ve failed. The mountain be lost.”

  Roakore started to protest, but his father quieted him with a raised hand. “Ye must go, me son; ye must lead the remaining fighters an’ the women an’ children to Ky’Dren. Swear to me that ye’ll avenge this day. Swear to me that ye’ll take back this mountain someday.”

  Tears fell from Roakore’s eyes as he looked upon his dying father. “I will, Father, ye have me word. I’ll free ye from yer limbo, and this mountain will again be ours. I swear it.”

  A smile was his father’s only response as his head fell back and his eyes closed, never to open again.

  Roakore shook uncontrollably. He wanted nothing more than to rejoin the fight, to kill every last one of the damned dragon half-breeds. But he did not. He had given his father his word; he knew what he had to do. He went to the door and knocked upon it in code. “It be Roakore, son o’ the king. I command ye to open this door.”

  A muffled voice came from the other side. “I’ve orders from the king not to open this door til I hear the song o’ victory! I’ll not disobey!”

  Roakore slammed the door with his fists. “The king is dead! I be all that remains o’ his sons, and so ye now answer to me! I order ye now, boy, to open this door! It is the wish o’ the fallen king himself that we flee! Now!”

  Roakore waited for what seemed like an eternity; the dwarves’ line of defense was weakening with every passing second. Finally the door opened a crack, and a young armored dwarf peeked out. Roakore looked at him sternly. “When the retreat be completed close this door, but not a moment sooner, or ye will answer to me. Understood?”


  The young dwarf only nodded. He had caught sight of the battle raging behind Roakore. Terror filled his eyes as he looked upon the Draggard army.

  Roakore fought back his feelings of intense shame and turned to his army with a snarl. “The king is dead! We must retreat to the Chamber o’ Hiding!”

  Those dwarves near to him looked perplexed. He faced many scowls and looks of disgust. All that echoed of his cry was the fact that the king had died. The proclamation was taken up by dwarf after dwarf. The battle then escalated; upon hearing of the king’s fate, the dwarves fought with a ferocity yet unseen. They were outnumbered ten to one, but the Draggard only fell faster and shrieked in terror, even as dwarf warriors who should have died from their injuries kept chopping them down.

  Roakore knew he must get as many out as he could, but the dwarves were blind in their fury, more than willing to die where they stood if it meant avenging the king. Again he yelled, “By order o’ the king we must retreat! Now!”

  Still no one heeded his words, and the doomed dwarves fought on. They numbered less than one hundred now as they were fully engulfed by the horde. Roakore found the door behind him shut once again and several beasts closing in. “We must leave!” he screamed, but his pleas again fell upon deaf ears. None of the dwarves understood his motives, and none had any intention of giving up and running.

  Roakore found himself in an ocean of Draggard and dwarves. Blood flew with every blow as the dwarves fought on, but the battle had become a slaughter. Everywhere he looked he saw one of his kin falling, more often than not taken down by two or more of the beasts. Roakore fought with them, glad that he could no longer see the door in the horde, thinking for a split second that it would be much better to die now gloriously. Then he remembered the words of his father, and his own promise.

  Desperately he hacked and sliced his way back to the door. He chopped the head off one Draggard and sliced the face of another. One of the beasts jumped upon his back and bit hungrily, tearing off his ear. Another stabbed its spear clean through his forearm as he chopped down a beast in front of him. But Roakore knew no pain; he was desperate, and fueled by rage he fought on. He snapped the shaft of the spear with his free hand and tore it loose; using the broken spear he stabbed over his head, sending the pointed blade through the eye of the Draggard upon his back. He chopped down the spear-wielder with a growl and went again for the door.

  A group of fewer than thirty dwarves fought shoulder to shoulder against the back wall guarding the door to the Chamber of Hiding. Roakore joined then and banged again upon the great iron door. It opened a crack and the young guard peered out.

  “Be ready!” Roakore ordered. Then he mustered all his strength and pleaded one final time to his fellow dwarves. “Hear me now: the king has bade us leave these halls! Not to run as cowards, but to seek the help o’ our kin! Follow me now, an’ know the glory o’ one day taking back our mountain!” He turned and opened the door. “Hurry now, let us make safe the young ones!”

  To Roakore’s amazement, many of the dwarves followed. They backed into the doorway, fighting the attacking horde all the way. Many of the beasts tried to get in, but each fell to Roakore’s great axe. When the last of the dwarves was through the door; Roakore himself backed into the doorway, fighting off his pursuers. The last thing he saw before closing the great door was a blood-soaked dwarf, many spears protruding from him but still fighting. The dwarf took a final spear in the back, and as he fell he screamed a curse at Roakore.

  The dwarf’s scream echoed in Roakore’s mind even as he passed through another doorway and secured the second bolt. That one word, hollered by a dying warrior who had fought for his home till the last, would haunt Roakore until the end of his days:

  “Coward!”

  Time Line o’ Dwarf Kings o’ Ky’Dren

  1. 0–350: Ky’Dren (Dragon’s Bane). Ky’Dren was the settler of the Ky’Dren Mountains and first mountain king. He was a holy dwarf who began the dwarf religion, slew three dragons and defeated the Barbarian king.

  2. 350–500: Dy’Kore

  3. 500–612: Dy’Don

  4. 612–721: Helgost

  5. 721–842: Helgost II

  6. 842–901: Helgost III

  7. 901–1076: Helgost IV

  8. 1076–1142: Helgost V

  9. 1142–1359: Dezzen’Dar. Dezzen ‘Dar was killed in attempted conquest of large mountain range to the east.

  10. 1359–1370: Dezzen’Ry. Brother of Dezzen’Dar. Dezzen’Ry was killed in the battle of the mountains to the east, along with his four brothers and three sons.

  11. 1370–1790: Elgar (the Great). Elgar was the only surviving son of Dezzen’Ry, last of the Ky’Dren bloodline. He became king at age five. At the age of 425, with the dwarf army once again strong, and with his twenty-seven sons, defeated the eastern Barbarians and claimed the mountains to the east. In 1790 stepped down from the throne of Ky’Dren and named his son Hel’Gar the twelfth king, then became the first king of the Elgar Mountains. Accompanied by more than ten thousand dwarves to mine and settle the untamed mountains.

  12. 1790–1875: Hel’Gar

  13. 1875–2041: Kor’Krell

  14. 2041–2317: Ro’Breck

  15. 2317–2602: Zedda

  16. 2602–2709: O’Rendor

  17. 2709–2902: Hol’Ezor

  18. 2902–3166: Dezzor

  19. 3166–3187: Brengar. Brengar was killed by the Atellian king Gretzta in the Ky’Dren War. 3187: Ky’Dren War begins when Ky’Dren is invaded by the kingdom of Atellia. The brutal King Gretzta the Dragon Rider and his army invade Dy’Kore and destroy half the dwarf population. Brengar’s son Fiorrin becomes twentieth king. Fiorrin and the remaining dwarf army push out Gretzta and his army and a massive battle ensues on the banks of Red Lake. The dwarf king Wargar of the Elgar Mountains sends an army of thirty thousand to aid in the battle. The war rages for a month until finally the trumpets of Eldalon ring out over the lake. With the aid of the Eldalon army, the dwarves finally defeat Atellia. King Fiorrin avenges his father on the shores of Red Lake, killing King Gretzta, but at the same time receiving mortal wounds from Gretzta’s red dragon. Fiorrin’s son Ry’Zinn becomes the twenty-first king and proclaims the dwarves forever allies to Eldalon.

  20. 3187–3187: Fiorrin

  21. 3187–3256: Ry’Zinn. Established strong ties with Eldalon; trade flowed and a great number of towns arose near to the mountains, vast farms that fed the thousands of dwarves.

  22. 3256–3260: Korzonn. Korzonn was killed aiding Eldalon in the War of Eztule.

  23. 3260–3307: Ro’Sar. Ro’Sar settled the small mountain range to the south, known for a time as the Ebony Mountains. Stepped down and named his son Dren’Kel as king.

  24. 3307–3524: Dren’Kel. Created the great watchtowers of the Ky’Dren Pass.

  25. 3524–3643: Rok’zrek

  26. 3643–3799: Hel’de’Kell

  27. 3799–3825: Drek’na

  28. 3825–3909: Roaken

  29. 3909–4420: Orran (The Hunter)

  30. 4420–4569: Zek’Red

  31. 4569–4689: Dar’Kon

  32. 4689–4787: Fior’Ren

  33. 4787–5011: Zrengar

  34. 5011–present: Ky’Ell

  Timeline o’ Dwarf Kings o’ Elgar

  1. 1790-1821: Elgar (The Great). 11th King of the Ky’Dren Mountains. Settled and claimed the Elgar Mountains and named himself King. His son Hel’Gar became 12th King of the Ky’Dren Mountains.

  2. 1821-2018: Elgar II. Under his nearly 200 year rule the massive chamber of Kren’lon was built, a tribute to his wife of 250 years. Hundreds of miles of mining tunnels where created, and the great Dwarven city of Ry’Dell that had been started by his father, was finished.

  3. 2018-2231: Elgar III

  4. 2231-2409: Du’Rez

  5. 2409-2561: Drellnos

  6. 2561-2621: Krell

  7. 2621-2900: Du’Elnza

  8. 2900-3112: Fiorek

  9. 3112-3347
: Wargar Aided Ky’Dren in the War of Ky’Dren. King Wargar sent more than Thirty thousand to help defeat the Attellian King Gretzta. Less than four thousand Warriors returned.

  10. 3347-3562: Helzrock

  11. 3562-3590: Gor’Namaz

  12. 3590-3901: Krell’Za

  13. 3901-4067: Holzdekkar

  14. 4067-4593: Brak’Dar

  15. 4593-4899: Alzgar

  16. 4899-?: Du’Krell

  Timeline o’ Dwarf Kings o’ Ro’Sar

  1. 3307-3412- Ro’Sar Settled Mountain range to the south of Ky-Dren and stepped down as twenty third

  King of Ky’Dren.

  2. 3412–3677: Araknar

  3. 3677–3811: Ro’ Zarrekk

  4. 3811-4024: Ro’Drennen

  5. 4024-4378: Ro’Sak

  6. 4378-4521: Ro’ Krenda

  7. 4521-4790: Ro’Rynar

  8. 4790-5150: Ro’Din Mountain was invaded by the Draggard. He died within the chambers of Araknar.

  9. 5170-?: Roakore Reclaimed the mountain Kingdom from the Draggard. He and his dwarves killed a dragon, a dark elf, and a Draggard Queen during the reclamation.

  A Quest of Kings

  Book Two

  Whill of Agora

  Michael James Ploof

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  ISBN: 1482633582