04-26-2015, 02:31 AM
The problem with a place as varied and twisted as this great, icy mountain range, was that finding things could be an absolute pain. There was every chance, with all the cliffs, mountains, trees, and great flurries of blinding snow, that the Chosen Undead had passed dozens of trolls, and hundreds of small deposits of cobalt, that could have easily been used to accomplish the next two tasks of his quest. However, he could only keep searching and keep going, climbing up the cliffs and forests. The hide of the Wampa was stashed in his Bottomless Box, along with most of his equipment, the small wooden box hung off his back, right at the waist. It had been two days since he had killed the thing, and despite all the trolls and giants he had encountered on his first day here, he was finding himself remarkably barren of targets or combat. It was a nuisance that he found...odd. He was getting annoyed about not finding something to fight, one would think he'd be grateful for some time without something trying to stick something pointy where pointy things ought naught go! Yet, if he was going to have a break, it should at least come when there was nothing to do! Two days of climbing in this great white landscape, of sliding along ice, slipping down cliffs, and trudging through snow was enough to wear on anyone's patience. He needed to either find some cobalt on a mountain top, or find another group of trolls to take down, and cut a tusk from, or he feared he might finally just go hollow from sheer boredom!
He pulled himself up over the cliff ledge, snow chilling the frigid steel of his breastplate and getting a violent shiver as he pulled himself up. Just because the cold couldn't kill him didn't mean it was any less unpleasant. Still, the Chosen Undead just brushed himself off and continued forward, heading down the slope he now found before him, half walking, half sliding, working to keep himself from slipping and just falling in a terrible, painful tangle. However, his presence was noted, the light shining off his armor was distinct after all, and so it was, that as the slope leveled out, something came whizzing through the air. It didn't quite hit him, rather it went right past him, ruffling the cloth covering his backplate, and hitting the snow. He stumbled, and turned quickly, looking back...to see the spear sticking out of the snow. He recognized that make, the trolls were the spear chuckers in these mountains! Now, normally the fact that someone was throwing at him, possibly multiple someone's, would be a cause for alarm, but it sent a thrill of excitement down the Chosen's spine. At last, he had trolls to face down! The next part of his quest was just waiting for him to reach out and claim it...and thanks to the fact that this was a spear sticking out of the snow, he knew the direction they were in! So he turned, slinging his silver knight shield from his back and holding it up...not in time to stop the next spear though. That one scored a direct hit, right on the head. It wasn't forceful enough to pierce his helm, but the impact was still quite noteworthy.
It was noteworthy enough to knock him backwards, falling into the snow with a grunt as the spear bounced off his helm and fell in the snow a few feet away. The Chosen was able to get back up quickly though, getting up and rolling forward, another several spears hurling over him, landing in the snow. Up ahead he could see them, a short ledge, and five trolls, probably a hunting party of some kind, or even scouts, well whatever they were, they had found something far more dangerous than they realized. With shield up he kept going, the Sunlight Straight Sword now drawn and out in his right hand. The trolls themselves, with only so many spears, soon drew forth the familiar, short handled axes and leaped down, rolling to their feet and charging at the Undead who was similarly charging towards them. One of the trolls pulled ahead, and he was to be the first to fall. His axe came up, and was caught on the shield, a shifting of the Chosen's shoulder deflecting the axe aside while his sword thrust in, going right through his chest and piercing the beast's black heart. He pulled free quickly, and then jumped backwards, sliding in the snow slightly as two trolls came around their brethren even as he collapsed. The last two were not far behind, and maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, this was a terrible place, so open, to fight a larger group. Yet, he had forced himself into this, and well, he could only see a few options here, and that was mainly, take the hits, eat them, and try to dish out more than he took. So he moved forward, he blocked the axe of a troll on his left, and deflected the strike of the troll on his right. Then, he deliberately turned his attention away from the right, and went at the left, his shield pushing into his chest, sending him staggering backwards. The straight sword thrust once again, and took the troll just below the ribcage, piercing through him...and as a result of this hard offense, three separate axes from three separate trolls slammed into his back and right shoulder.
He staggered, feeling the metal dent from the hard impacts, but not quite enough to pierce it. So, he released his grip on the hilt of his sword and rolled forward, his speed seeming to double as he flipped forward and over the snow, sliding up to his feet, down on one knee still. As expected, the three trolls were chasing right after him, bellowing as they waved their axes over their heads. The Chosen's now free right hand went behind him, to the Bottomless box. The lid was flipped open, and he reached in, the item he was after magically thrusting itself to the top and into his grasp, just as it always did. He pulled it out disturbing the snow with the trolls upon him, the leading one lifting his axe high for a strike. The undead's shield dropped as his left hand darted to join his right, both hands wrapping about the long hilt of a massive blade, longer than even his great bow. With a heavy grunt, the Chosen rose to his feet and swung the mighty Zweihander! The blade swung through the air, singing as it cleaved a great path, that took all three trolls hard. It smashed into sides, broke bones and split flesh. It didn't quite manage to cleave them all in half, but sent all three flying, landing in three separate heaps in the snow. One was immobile, the other two were groaning and squirming, and only one was getting up to his feet. One quick advance on him, and then two last swings of the Zweihander and those cries of pain were stopped.
With the trolls taken care of, and the Chosen now having several new, choice bruises forming under his armor, and a goosegg forming on his forehead, he collected straight sword and silver shield. Then, he looked over the trolls, doing a simple check to see which one had the biggest tusks. He eventually decided on one and settled the corpse on its back, as a gauntleted hand wrapped around the tusk, tugging experimentally. After a few tugs he unsheathed his blade, and then slammed the pommel into the base of the item! Three more hard bashes followed before the tusk broke off...and was tucked away into the Bottomless Box.
That was two out of four tasks complete! Now all he needed was to find a chunk of Cobalt, and he could then head to Dwarfholm and face the champion they picked for him! Shouldn't be that hard, he just had to find and mine it on the mountain tops after all. Oh yes, he was almost there!
He pulled himself up over the cliff ledge, snow chilling the frigid steel of his breastplate and getting a violent shiver as he pulled himself up. Just because the cold couldn't kill him didn't mean it was any less unpleasant. Still, the Chosen Undead just brushed himself off and continued forward, heading down the slope he now found before him, half walking, half sliding, working to keep himself from slipping and just falling in a terrible, painful tangle. However, his presence was noted, the light shining off his armor was distinct after all, and so it was, that as the slope leveled out, something came whizzing through the air. It didn't quite hit him, rather it went right past him, ruffling the cloth covering his backplate, and hitting the snow. He stumbled, and turned quickly, looking back...to see the spear sticking out of the snow. He recognized that make, the trolls were the spear chuckers in these mountains! Now, normally the fact that someone was throwing at him, possibly multiple someone's, would be a cause for alarm, but it sent a thrill of excitement down the Chosen's spine. At last, he had trolls to face down! The next part of his quest was just waiting for him to reach out and claim it...and thanks to the fact that this was a spear sticking out of the snow, he knew the direction they were in! So he turned, slinging his silver knight shield from his back and holding it up...not in time to stop the next spear though. That one scored a direct hit, right on the head. It wasn't forceful enough to pierce his helm, but the impact was still quite noteworthy.
It was noteworthy enough to knock him backwards, falling into the snow with a grunt as the spear bounced off his helm and fell in the snow a few feet away. The Chosen was able to get back up quickly though, getting up and rolling forward, another several spears hurling over him, landing in the snow. Up ahead he could see them, a short ledge, and five trolls, probably a hunting party of some kind, or even scouts, well whatever they were, they had found something far more dangerous than they realized. With shield up he kept going, the Sunlight Straight Sword now drawn and out in his right hand. The trolls themselves, with only so many spears, soon drew forth the familiar, short handled axes and leaped down, rolling to their feet and charging at the Undead who was similarly charging towards them. One of the trolls pulled ahead, and he was to be the first to fall. His axe came up, and was caught on the shield, a shifting of the Chosen's shoulder deflecting the axe aside while his sword thrust in, going right through his chest and piercing the beast's black heart. He pulled free quickly, and then jumped backwards, sliding in the snow slightly as two trolls came around their brethren even as he collapsed. The last two were not far behind, and maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, this was a terrible place, so open, to fight a larger group. Yet, he had forced himself into this, and well, he could only see a few options here, and that was mainly, take the hits, eat them, and try to dish out more than he took. So he moved forward, he blocked the axe of a troll on his left, and deflected the strike of the troll on his right. Then, he deliberately turned his attention away from the right, and went at the left, his shield pushing into his chest, sending him staggering backwards. The straight sword thrust once again, and took the troll just below the ribcage, piercing through him...and as a result of this hard offense, three separate axes from three separate trolls slammed into his back and right shoulder.
He staggered, feeling the metal dent from the hard impacts, but not quite enough to pierce it. So, he released his grip on the hilt of his sword and rolled forward, his speed seeming to double as he flipped forward and over the snow, sliding up to his feet, down on one knee still. As expected, the three trolls were chasing right after him, bellowing as they waved their axes over their heads. The Chosen's now free right hand went behind him, to the Bottomless box. The lid was flipped open, and he reached in, the item he was after magically thrusting itself to the top and into his grasp, just as it always did. He pulled it out disturbing the snow with the trolls upon him, the leading one lifting his axe high for a strike. The undead's shield dropped as his left hand darted to join his right, both hands wrapping about the long hilt of a massive blade, longer than even his great bow. With a heavy grunt, the Chosen rose to his feet and swung the mighty Zweihander! The blade swung through the air, singing as it cleaved a great path, that took all three trolls hard. It smashed into sides, broke bones and split flesh. It didn't quite manage to cleave them all in half, but sent all three flying, landing in three separate heaps in the snow. One was immobile, the other two were groaning and squirming, and only one was getting up to his feet. One quick advance on him, and then two last swings of the Zweihander and those cries of pain were stopped.
With the trolls taken care of, and the Chosen now having several new, choice bruises forming under his armor, and a goosegg forming on his forehead, he collected straight sword and silver shield. Then, he looked over the trolls, doing a simple check to see which one had the biggest tusks. He eventually decided on one and settled the corpse on its back, as a gauntleted hand wrapped around the tusk, tugging experimentally. After a few tugs he unsheathed his blade, and then slammed the pommel into the base of the item! Three more hard bashes followed before the tusk broke off...and was tucked away into the Bottomless Box.
That was two out of four tasks complete! Now all he needed was to find a chunk of Cobalt, and he could then head to Dwarfholm and face the champion they picked for him! Shouldn't be that hard, he just had to find and mine it on the mountain tops after all. Oh yes, he was almost there!