01-29-2015, 03:25 PM
As the characters approach, the Troll looks round cautiously, waiting for them to act.
At a closer look, he doesn't seem hostile; he is more concerned with rooting out whatever he has trapped in the hole.
The rogue realizes that the Troll hadn't had much success yet because his liny brain hasn't thought of stripping the branches from the sapling, so it keeps catching on the edges of the hole, so he immediately suggests the Troll to do so.
The Troll looks first at the rogue, then ai the sapling, then at the rogue again. His brow creases with effort as he ponders his suggestion suspiciously. Finally he grunts, and begins to rip the branches from the sapling, flinging them all around.
The characters race round after them, plucking the leaves and stuffing them in their backpacks before quietly walking away.
The Troll, meanwhile, uses his much-improved tool to lever a small, spiny creature out of the hole. He snatches his prey up greedily
and rams it whole into his drooling mouth. A moment later, be lets out a gurgling howl of pain.
Tearing at his throat maniacally, he leaps up and down. Then he catches sight of the characters. 'You trick me!' he croaks, and leaps to the attack., but the characters are already in the run, as fighting a Troll at this point of their mission would be meaningless.
Very soon the characters are back at the glade, pleased to see their horses still safely tethered, munching contentedly al the grass. They hurry along the path and out of the foresl and, after several minutes, they look back and are astonished to see a sparkling blue lake where the forest was before. Far off, in its midst, a liny hut rises above the waters, supported by its familiar spindly legs. Aletheia has many ways of discouraging unwelcome visitors to her realm, it seems!
At a closer look, he doesn't seem hostile; he is more concerned with rooting out whatever he has trapped in the hole.
The rogue realizes that the Troll hadn't had much success yet because his liny brain hasn't thought of stripping the branches from the sapling, so it keeps catching on the edges of the hole, so he immediately suggests the Troll to do so.
The Troll looks first at the rogue, then ai the sapling, then at the rogue again. His brow creases with effort as he ponders his suggestion suspiciously. Finally he grunts, and begins to rip the branches from the sapling, flinging them all around.
The characters race round after them, plucking the leaves and stuffing them in their backpacks before quietly walking away.
The Troll, meanwhile, uses his much-improved tool to lever a small, spiny creature out of the hole. He snatches his prey up greedily
and rams it whole into his drooling mouth. A moment later, be lets out a gurgling howl of pain.
Tearing at his throat maniacally, he leaps up and down. Then he catches sight of the characters. 'You trick me!' he croaks, and leaps to the attack., but the characters are already in the run, as fighting a Troll at this point of their mission would be meaningless.
Very soon the characters are back at the glade, pleased to see their horses still safely tethered, munching contentedly al the grass. They hurry along the path and out of the foresl and, after several minutes, they look back and are astonished to see a sparkling blue lake where the forest was before. Far off, in its midst, a liny hut rises above the waters, supported by its familiar spindly legs. Aletheia has many ways of discouraging unwelcome visitors to her realm, it seems!
He's a real Nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere land,
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.