01-14-2015, 12:32 PM
His mind thought over carefully as he listened to those two voices, it was hard to get an exact fix on where they were coming from in this place, he just knew they were somewhere on the other side of the cliff he was on. So, he needed to figure out where, and not being a fan of having the low ground, he figured that at the very least he could do that from the top of this cliff. So, he turned and started climbing. Hands and feet that had been climbing these places for hours now, easily scaled this wall, fingers sinking into cracks to heft him up, booted feet searching carefully for the tiniest of ledges and protrusions, and swiftly he found himself heading up the wall. Higher and higher he went, until in just a few short minutes, he was able to get to the top, climbing up to the snow covered top of the narrow cliff. Naturally given this current maze of rocks, canyons, and cliffs, it only went forward a few meters before sloping down to another chasm, but it gave him a good view of his surroundings, at least, the surroundings that weren't higher than this particular cliff.
He could also hear the trolls better, his body sidling through the snow, hands moving him carefully as he just scooped it over himself to better hide the glare of his shiny metal helmet. It was absolutely, utterly freezing! Sure, he wasn't in any danger of dying from the cold, he was sort of dead already, but he could still feel the cold. Still it made him harder to notice, and ice was every bit as shiny and reflective as his metal, it would fail under close scrutiny, but it might fool a casual glance or sweep. Then, he went still, and listened, there was the grumbling of their voices, now he just had to spot them, he looked down over the cliff he was laying on...and there they were. They were dressed similarly to the creatures that had attacked him last night, with spears and axes to boot. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but they were traveling along the ledge of the cliff, very sure footed too. More interesting was that they weren't heading towards his position, but were heading away, walking along the curve of the cliff to keep heading further away, where they were going, the Chosen had no idea. However, he did not exactly have an end goal himself, so wherever they were going, it would provide him more of a baseline than just aimlessly wandering. So, while it would be dangerous, and perhaps very, very foolish, he was going to follow them...he just wanted one little extra thing first. Carefully he sidled backwards, sliding back down the cliff face he had come from, until he was back on that original ledge.
Once that was done, he put his hand out, and focused. Once more he reached into that strange wellspring of unfathomable power, drawing it forth. Rainbow light shimmered and danced through the air, coalescing into a great bubble, larger than any of the others before had been until now. It shimmered and rippled, dancing through the colors of light, before it started to stretch and elongate. IT grew wide, wider than the Chosen was tall, until, with a flash it formed itself. The item he had conjured was a bow, but a truly massive one. It was thick, and made of no mere wood, it was taller than he was, by a good foot in fact, with a drawstring that seemed like it was actual steel thread, if such a thing were even possible. With it, was a quiver, something that could hand and bang along one's thigh, even if it was nearly three feet long. This, was one of the ultimate weapons of Gwyn's empire, the Dragon Slayer's Greatbow. It was an immensely difficult weapon to draw back and fire, but the sheer damage the spears it fired could do, made it more than worth it. So armed, he attached the quiver, which draped along his left thigh past his knee, and slung the bow over his back, the string pressing against his chest, as he started back up the cliff. He had trolls to follow!
He could also hear the trolls better, his body sidling through the snow, hands moving him carefully as he just scooped it over himself to better hide the glare of his shiny metal helmet. It was absolutely, utterly freezing! Sure, he wasn't in any danger of dying from the cold, he was sort of dead already, but he could still feel the cold. Still it made him harder to notice, and ice was every bit as shiny and reflective as his metal, it would fail under close scrutiny, but it might fool a casual glance or sweep. Then, he went still, and listened, there was the grumbling of their voices, now he just had to spot them, he looked down over the cliff he was laying on...and there they were. They were dressed similarly to the creatures that had attacked him last night, with spears and axes to boot. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but they were traveling along the ledge of the cliff, very sure footed too. More interesting was that they weren't heading towards his position, but were heading away, walking along the curve of the cliff to keep heading further away, where they were going, the Chosen had no idea. However, he did not exactly have an end goal himself, so wherever they were going, it would provide him more of a baseline than just aimlessly wandering. So, while it would be dangerous, and perhaps very, very foolish, he was going to follow them...he just wanted one little extra thing first. Carefully he sidled backwards, sliding back down the cliff face he had come from, until he was back on that original ledge.
Once that was done, he put his hand out, and focused. Once more he reached into that strange wellspring of unfathomable power, drawing it forth. Rainbow light shimmered and danced through the air, coalescing into a great bubble, larger than any of the others before had been until now. It shimmered and rippled, dancing through the colors of light, before it started to stretch and elongate. IT grew wide, wider than the Chosen was tall, until, with a flash it formed itself. The item he had conjured was a bow, but a truly massive one. It was thick, and made of no mere wood, it was taller than he was, by a good foot in fact, with a drawstring that seemed like it was actual steel thread, if such a thing were even possible. With it, was a quiver, something that could hand and bang along one's thigh, even if it was nearly three feet long. This, was one of the ultimate weapons of Gwyn's empire, the Dragon Slayer's Greatbow. It was an immensely difficult weapon to draw back and fire, but the sheer damage the spears it fired could do, made it more than worth it. So armed, he attached the quiver, which draped along his left thigh past his knee, and slung the bow over his back, the string pressing against his chest, as he started back up the cliff. He had trolls to follow!