The Undead Battle Mammoth

Begin writing your story here...Ah what an epic day of battle! I mean what are the odds that we would find Ciaran on the road to Bazzoxan fighting a gloomstacker with some goblin companions and a mammoth?! Mammoths are neat animals. I should take note of it in Grannie’s druid book of interesting animals. I wonder if I know any spirits with mammoth stories? I heard a story from a spirit this morning about some beloved friends finding healing fireflies in a field in the fay wild. I gifted the benefits of that story to my new friend Very before we went to fight the Gloomstaker. It’s rather interesting how some of these spirits tales inspire me. I do love a good story. Now that the battle is over we are going to make camp. Maybe I can inspire everyone with a good bedtime story.
 
“Gather round all ye living mortal souls and enjoy the illusion of safety, the light of the fire brings. You somber tired warriors deserve a tale to entertain and delight but that is not the tail I have for you this night. The spirts have spoken and whispered to me a tale of the Undead Battle Mammoth!”
The spirit whispering to me, is called Chief Flagstone. He says “ I was there the day of the great battle, Blood soaked into the ground And squished beneath our feet, like a red Sponge, as we defended our small goblin village from the Dark invader.
 
The goblin village Pikewood was in a valley in wild Mount And was chief flagstones home, as it was too many other goblin families. They are mostly farmers and traders and were unprepared for what Emerged from the fog rolling in that morning.
 
A little girl played with a ball at the edge of town, and it bounced into the wood. She paused to decide if she should go after it but then the ball rolled out back to her. Fearful of the fog, and the shadows moving within, the girl did not move. The ground shook with a great thump, thump, thump. She Stood frozen, listening to the creature’s breath, some unidentified clacking sound like wood wind chimes, and the snapping of branches as it pushed through the forest. With a thunderous trumpeting shriek from the beast, the girl jumped, turned, and ran back into town.

We had heard whispers of the Undead Battle Mammoth but as scary bedtime stories for children. We never expected it to be real. Goblins gathered at the town’s edge to see what was emerging, but we should have ran. We should have all ran.
When it emerged, its eyes were glowing red and its skin and hide were torn and flopped open revealing its bones and putrid flesh. Flames and smoke leaked out of the creature’s holes. The bones of those it killed hung and clacked from its tusks. It had one great unnatural horn in the middle of its head said to be the horn of Orca the demon prince of undeath, which was the source of its evil power and hatred.
 
One of the villagers loosed an arrow at it. And then a barrage came after from the brave yet fearful villagers.
It was a mistake. We fought back but it was of no use. It was already dead. The beast was enraged by this insult and charged into the town ramming and smashing into buildings setting them ablaze, trampling group of people under its feet, swinging its great head and impaling those in its path on its tusks.
 
The monster’s fur was drenched in blood and it slowed as it surveyed its dreadful destruction. It lowered its head as it set its sights on me. I stood alone defending a group of hidden children. They were couched in a great tree’s roots. “Don’t come out of that tree” I called to them “No matter what happens to me.” I pulled back an arrow with a shaky hand and shot arrow after arrow at it as it slowly approached. Thump Thump Thump. When it got to me it wrapped its snout around my neck and lifted me off the ground. I dropped my bow gasping for breath. It’s red eyes burning into me looking right at my soul. Then snap!
 
So if you hear the Undead battle Mammoth’s bones clacking in the fog or hear the thump thump thump coming towards you. Don’t pick a fight you cannot win. Run. Run far away.
 
Well that’s it. Don’t beg me for more stories tonight. It’s time for us to rest. Everyone have a good night! Ah I love foggy nights.