02-11-2015, 10:37 PM
The sun passed overhead, slowly traversing across the jagged, mountain filled sky as he plotted and remained hidden. Fortunately the trolls watchers and patrols didn't take them up to the ledges that surrounded their camp, it seemed they figured that anyone up there should be easily visible. After all, who would crawl through the snow and then never stand up? They'd freeze to death! Well they would if they were alive to begin with, of all the threats the Chosen Undead had dealt with, freezing cold really wasn't that much of a worry to him. So he waited and planned, a good solid strategy forming in his mind, along with occasional, careful peeks to survey the camp and its prisoners again. They seemed to be settling in for the night with the setting sun, a roaring fire starting, and they weren't butchering any of the prisoners, although they did beat one of them rather severely before tying him back to the post. Yet other than that, they roasted some giant meaty thing on the fire, ate, laughed, two of them got into a fight, and the night wore on, darkness settling over the frozen, ice covered mountains. It shrouded the cliffs, and removed the tell-tale shine of sun on armor that the Chosen had had to be so wary of. Now was the time of silence and stealth, which to be honest, a man clad head to toe in plate wasn't the most suited for, but he would manage, he just had to take it slow and smart.
So, he at last stood up, and the dragon slayer's greatbow came off his back. He placed the bottom, which ended in a small spike for planting in the ground, right on the cliff face, and spread his legs, making sure he wasn't on anything too slick. Fortunately there was a wall behind him, it meant he couldn't fall off a ledge, but if he wasn't careful he could crash into the wall rather loudly...not that the snap of his bowstring wouldn't be loud enough. The greatbow was taller than he was, the metallic weapon sticking a good foot higher than his head. It also had a quiver on his hip, full of arrows that seemed more like....well short spears. Each 'arrow' was almost four feet long, metal, with the head actually a good half a foot of length. The tips were lance points, they flared out and then narrowed down into sharp, chisel like tips, they were made to pierce through even the toughest of armors, in fact they were made to pierce the tough, scaly hides of dragons. He figured it would work well at taking down these strange, violent creatures. So, he drew one of those great arrows from the quiver on his hip and put it in place, pulling it back, drawing on the bowstring with a great pull. It took great strength to wield the dragon slayer's greatbow, and though the Chosen had wielded it for quite some time, he still had difficulty pulling the string back with a quiet, slow creak, his body braced for the release. The crackling fire, and a few torches scattered about the camp provided illumination, flickering light and shadows. It didn't reach to his cliff face, but it didn't need to. He needed to aim fast though, keeping this drawn back was a real strain on one's body!
His eyes searched, head tilting as he sought out the troll closest to his cliff that he could see. He wanted those closest down first, he wasn't going to get too many shots with how hard it was to draw the string of this bow back. Soon, the undead warrior spotted his target, a troll on the edge of the camp, close to him, he was crawling out of his tent...probably going to take a piss, but he'd get something else instead. The knight aimed carefully, and then released his grip on the arrow. Immediately there was a thwack as the string slammed forward, hitting his gauntlet, it would likely sheer someone's skin right off if they didn't have a good bracer! At the same time the force of the arrow getting sent forward actually sent the Chosen skidding back, narrowly avoiding hitting the cliff wall, he had been just far enough away from it! However, the trolls would still know something was going on. The arrow slammed into his target, not quite center, but slightly above, just below the neck. There's a sickening crack, and then a heavy thud as the troll slams back into the ground, actually skidding half back into his tent, legs sticking out and not moving. It wasn't...incredibly loud, but it had been noticed, and another troll was heading to the sound to investigate. So, the Chosen pulled another arrow back, straining at it as he took a few steps forward and aimed. He released again and this time the arrow took the troll in the shoulder, the heavy impact causing him to spin several times before landing hard, the impact stealing this troll's breath as well to keep him from crying out.
The Chosen Undead drew another arrow back, as he realized that the troll wasn't dead, and was weakly trying to get up, he let loose another arrow and this one took the troll in the back...but others were hearing the heavy impacts now. In fact, one of them looked out of a tent and saw the arrow land in his compatriot's back, and let out a loud, howling bellow to rouse the rest of the camp!
So, he at last stood up, and the dragon slayer's greatbow came off his back. He placed the bottom, which ended in a small spike for planting in the ground, right on the cliff face, and spread his legs, making sure he wasn't on anything too slick. Fortunately there was a wall behind him, it meant he couldn't fall off a ledge, but if he wasn't careful he could crash into the wall rather loudly...not that the snap of his bowstring wouldn't be loud enough. The greatbow was taller than he was, the metallic weapon sticking a good foot higher than his head. It also had a quiver on his hip, full of arrows that seemed more like....well short spears. Each 'arrow' was almost four feet long, metal, with the head actually a good half a foot of length. The tips were lance points, they flared out and then narrowed down into sharp, chisel like tips, they were made to pierce through even the toughest of armors, in fact they were made to pierce the tough, scaly hides of dragons. He figured it would work well at taking down these strange, violent creatures. So, he drew one of those great arrows from the quiver on his hip and put it in place, pulling it back, drawing on the bowstring with a great pull. It took great strength to wield the dragon slayer's greatbow, and though the Chosen had wielded it for quite some time, he still had difficulty pulling the string back with a quiet, slow creak, his body braced for the release. The crackling fire, and a few torches scattered about the camp provided illumination, flickering light and shadows. It didn't reach to his cliff face, but it didn't need to. He needed to aim fast though, keeping this drawn back was a real strain on one's body!
His eyes searched, head tilting as he sought out the troll closest to his cliff that he could see. He wanted those closest down first, he wasn't going to get too many shots with how hard it was to draw the string of this bow back. Soon, the undead warrior spotted his target, a troll on the edge of the camp, close to him, he was crawling out of his tent...probably going to take a piss, but he'd get something else instead. The knight aimed carefully, and then released his grip on the arrow. Immediately there was a thwack as the string slammed forward, hitting his gauntlet, it would likely sheer someone's skin right off if they didn't have a good bracer! At the same time the force of the arrow getting sent forward actually sent the Chosen skidding back, narrowly avoiding hitting the cliff wall, he had been just far enough away from it! However, the trolls would still know something was going on. The arrow slammed into his target, not quite center, but slightly above, just below the neck. There's a sickening crack, and then a heavy thud as the troll slams back into the ground, actually skidding half back into his tent, legs sticking out and not moving. It wasn't...incredibly loud, but it had been noticed, and another troll was heading to the sound to investigate. So, the Chosen pulled another arrow back, straining at it as he took a few steps forward and aimed. He released again and this time the arrow took the troll in the shoulder, the heavy impact causing him to spin several times before landing hard, the impact stealing this troll's breath as well to keep him from crying out.
The Chosen Undead drew another arrow back, as he realized that the troll wasn't dead, and was weakly trying to get up, he let loose another arrow and this one took the troll in the back...but others were hearing the heavy impacts now. In fact, one of them looked out of a tent and saw the arrow land in his compatriot's back, and let out a loud, howling bellow to rouse the rest of the camp!