Novels by SoumiSarkar2612

Vorga's room was small and cramped, with most of the wall panels hidden by large old-fashioned wardrobes and a small bookshelf. The she-orc opened the curtains to let lights flood the room. It looked forlorn, the wallpapers torn and spider webs in the corners, but the window let more sunlight in than the other rooms.As Vorga swung open the wardrobe doors, a burst of stale air wafted out, carrying the scent of old clothes and moths. The group peered inside, scanning the crowded racks and shelves, packed with a colorful array of clothes, accessories, and costumes."Are all these yours?" Aelanor wondered, looking at the bright coloured clothes and exquisite looking accessories. She couldn't imagine Vorga wearing any of those. They looked... too exuberant."Well, everyone goes through phases, don't they?" Vorga said, her eyes fixed on the pile of clothes, "Don't tell me that you always were this no-nonsense, serious all the time, no-fun loving elf that you are now."Aelanor's nose flared,

Over the next few days, the group joined Vorga to meet the residents in the Slimy Underground. Some of them showed a little resistance at first at having outside visitors for the very first time in years, but most were enthusiastic. Lamusha, a gray- skinned female orc with silver hair was fixing some wires on a futuristic-looking machine. Her mouth relaxed into a comfortable smile on seeing them approach."Ah, yes. The rogue monarchs on the quest to end the pestilence. What brings you people over to the SparkForge? Need electric fueled weapons for the war?" Lamusha asked."Does such a thing exist?" Pylaeius asked."Sure. Here, we use electricity just to power our internal operations, lights and power-generated cooling fans for example. But electricity, being the foe as well as friend, can be used to destroy as much as it can be used to help sustain life." Lamusha said."That sounds interesting," Aelanor said as she approached to look at the dials on the box-like thing from which variou

The clip-clop of hooves had just receded when Vorga disappeared into the dark with her lit torch and groped around in the dark. Instantly, bright flames appeared, illuminating the insides of a large- what could only be called as a- mansion! As Vorga went ahead and lit the other torches around the ship, the group looked around, awestruck. Large chandeliers hung from the roof, covered with cobwebs and weed. Grand furniture laced the room, leather bound futon and chairs. Carpeted floors expelled dust and red moth eaten curtains were tied with golden clutches. The rooms smelled of mildew, of neglect, but it still had a grandeur unmatched. A large staircase opened up to an ornate picture frame, depicting a regal-looking female orc, resembling someone they knew."My mother," Vorga said shortly as she came up behind the group. "Let's walk up through here. There are enough rooms for all of you."Following the staircase that went both ways to reveal sleeping quarters, Vorga quickly pulled off

Vorga lead them through a narrow passageway that got narrower with every turn until they had to turn sideways to slip through them. The lack of air made them claustrophobic, and they couldn't see much, except for the faint light from the torch Vorga took when there were still lights. After the agonising three-fourth of an hour, they finally saw the orc bend down to work on something in the roof. A latch.A rope fell down and they climbed through the trapdoor above to a bustling area that looked exactly like the marketplace in the Golden Barrows. For a second, Aelanor considered the probability that the orc had tricked them into an ambush.But in contrast with the surroundings of the marketplace they had visited before, this one was very compact. There didn't seem to be an opening for a sea, or another civilisation nearby. The shops looked almost as if they were stacked on top of each other. Vorga continued to lead them through the cramped alleyways."This is the Generals, Princess, th

Aelanor's eyes opened with the clamour of bustling businesses coming from the open window. Her companions slept through the din, except Saayan who was nowhere to be seen around the room. She walked up to the window and looked down. Her homeland might be called Utopia, but as she looked down at the cobbled street with all kinds of races, haggling and laughing and helping each other carry weights of marine life from the ships, she realised that the real utopia was here. Here, every creature was welcome. No one was looked down upon by others- except for that female orc in the tavern- she thought resentfully. Here, creatures would not fight for power, and here, no one would be banished by their fathers for the supposed crime of falling in love with someone of another race.Aelanor looked at her sleeping companions. She didn't want to wake them up. She knew they all have been tortured in their nightly visions, possibly even Saayan, who, Aelanor didn't know, could sleep or not. Barely makin

The after effects of the food made all of them a little lethargic, and they pressed a few coins in the hand of the barkeep to save a room for the four of them for the night. The sun was still on the horizon, and the grief and shock of the day was on them, each lost in their thoughts, so sleep was out of question. Not even consulting each other about their next move, they exited the tavern, and the bell tinkled again over the sign, "The Mug and The Mead".Their feet carried them towards the beautiful scenery in front of them. The sun's warm orange glow cast a gentle light upon the bustling dockside. Boats and ships of all sizes bobbed gently in the water, their sails and rigging a tangled web of ropes and canvas. Barrows and carts, laden with an abundance of fruits, ales and wines, and exotic spices, rumbled across the worn wooden planks, as merchants and traders hurried to secure their daily hauls. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fresh fruit and the sound of laughter and ha