Wednesday, July 15, 2015

100 Words a Day 656

When struck, the large, blackened bell sent out a long, low tone that resonated throughout the cavern city. The streets quickly filled with misshapen, diminutive beings moving between a hobble and a lope to their assigned job somewhere in the ashen city.

Shortly after, a cacophony of sound began to echo through the tunnels as forges were stoked, hammers struck steel, and the machines of industry creaked as they shook themselves awake.

Eventually there was a new flood of humanoids in the streets: the squat, grey masters of the goblins who had been previously summoned to work by the bell.

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