01-27-2016, 09:48 PM
Betsy’s soft paws crunched the fluffy white snow, silently sniffing for a scent. She was an old bloodhound, if it not been for her being the best bloodhound in the kingdom she would have been long retired. She and her master were sent deep into the frozen fields in search of a prime to help wipe out the troll scum that was hiding somewhere close by. Catching the scent, Betsy barked excitedly to alert her master. The dwarf released the bloodhounds leash as she bounded down the mountainside toward a crevasse.
Orihime woke up with a pounding sensation like someone was trying to park a truck on top of her forehead. Her stomach was in knots as she tried her best not to throw up in her mouth.
“What happened last night?” She grumbled as she had difficulty rising to her feet. Looking around her she only saw darkness, making out the faint shadows of furniture. It was quite and for a moment she thought she was back home in her bed. Her dream shattered with a sudden bright light and the face of an ugly troll woman appeared in front of her.
“Come.” the woman blurted while she harshly pulled Orihime toward the door.
She was surprised not to see the sky above her but instead she found herself in a large cave-like structure. Giant roots surrounded the enclosed area that appeared to be supporting the village. It was a magnificent site that left the Orihime speechless. She hardly noticed the old hag push a broom in her hand, commanding her to get to work sweeping the pathways throughout the village. Amazed, she saw little troll children laughing and playing with wolf pups while their grandparents sat and talked in their rich cultural tongue. The village was bustling with activity as men sharpened their war weapons and women decorated vests of animal skins. Little troll children with buns adorned with bones came running up to her crying “Grodkona Kow! Grodkona Kow!” while handing her truffle treats. Orihime was puzzled by the phrase but graciously accepted the food, while the children gleefully watched her eat. The children tugged on her skirt and talked to her in quickly excited voices. She was happy that at least someone was being pleasant to her, even if it's only the children. The children disparted as Zabajin appeared down the pathway in front of them, strolling with the man he was with the night before.
“Do you remember my brother Rufio Grodkona Kow?” asked Zabajin his smile lighting up his harsh troll features.
“My memory is fuzzy but I remember.” Orihime pleasantly responded as she walked with the two men down to the center of the village.
Rufio placed a heavy arm around Orihime’s delicate shoulders as they walked. Looking up at the towering troll she asked: “What is a Grodkona Kow?”
Zabajin responded cheerfully “Grodkona Kow means human stomach.”
Rufio exploded in laughter that shook Orihime violently. “We have never seen a human eat like you.”
“No human lasted that long to try. They find our food hard to swallow” snickered Zabajin.
Orihime could not help but think back to a time she tried to make her good friend Tatski eat one of her cooking creations back home and smiled to herself.
Bowing slightly, she thanked Zabajin for feeding her, to the surprise of both the chief and his brother.
“I have something to ask of you Orihime.” The troll leader coaxed as they ended the walk in front of a small hut.
Upon entering the hut, they all circled a boy who lay on a table in the center of a small room. His breathing was short and ragged. Orihime’s heart broke, as she witnessed this child lay in agony.
“What happened to him?” Orihime choked, as she subconsciously felt to assure that her pins were still in her hair.
A familiar voice interjected, “It doesn't matter.” Te’Zali crept from the shadowy corner of the hut to face the red haired healer. “It only matters if you can save him.”
Seeing The Priestess up close for the first time left Orihime in an awestruck trance. For a troll, she was beautiful, like a stunning African princess. But like tribal royalty, she was very intimidating, Orihime thought back to the knife on her throat and shivered.
“Right,” Orihime assured as she swallowed hard, prepping herself for the task at hand. “Santan Keshun,” Orihime exclaimed, as the light of her shield highlighted the trolls around her. They all watched as the boy’s body started to slowly heal itself before their eyes. She caught Zabajin beaming at his wife while she scoffed and left the room. The red haired healer finished and looked at the chief, “I think he will be ok now, but we will need to see once he wakes up.”
Observing the boy, whose breathing had returned to normal Zabajin echoed, “We will see.”
Te’Zali sat on the edge of her massive bed with her war scythe on her lap, her reflection staring back at her. She was not the same after Zabajin had threatened her life for the sake of some pitiful human. The priestess was plagued with horribly vivid dreams and visions of her love dying in a despicable way, over and over again. She knew her husband was stubborn, his vision for the future of her people was unorthodox at best, but she never knew he would go so far to defend that wench. Sighing she brought herself back to their wedding day, and how happy she had been to know that she was going to spending her life with a brilliant warrior. Sadness filled her again, she tried her best not to tear up, not showing weakness. Then it hit her. Impending Danger. she could feel it ripple in her body like an electrical current. Getting up so quickly, almost losing her footing, she ran out of her home into the middle of the village.
“Zabajin!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the presence of fearsome beasts approaching her village.
The chief felt the atmosphere of his village change from a pleasant, ordinary afternoon, to complete panic. He acted quickly, hearing the sound of his wife’s screams from outside, he had both axes in his tight fists. Rufio followed close behind him, readying himself for the battle at hand. Wailing sounds of agony were coming from all over the village as women and children ran in the streets for their lives.
Then he saw them, legendary creatures known as drakes, terrorizing his people. He would not stand for this, he would not watch as his people fall to these mutated serpents sent by the dwarves. The leader of a dwarf plantation close by had been know to use drakes under special circumstances. Zabajin could take a guess to why Lord Vondik Bloodsunder, would be so bold to send these creatures to his cave.
Making eye contact with one of the reptilian brutes, Zabajin dropped a totem to the ground. “Elektrisitet!” Boomed the troll leader as an electrical current poured from the totem and manipulated the ground like ocean waves of electricity. The totem sang as power flew through it, expanding the area around Zabajin. The reptilian creature bolted toward the chief, releasing a terrifying growl like a hungry wolf. Leaping in the air with a frenzy of attacks it bounded at Zabajin. The troll leader countered the attack by landing a fiery axe into the beats shoulder. The sound of a gruesome yelp filled the air as the wound gleamed with fiery lava. The drake fell and landed into the proximity affected by Zabajin’s lighting totem. Convulsing with power, the drake cried out in agony before Rufio ran up and shot it dead in the head with an arrow.
“Brother!” Zabajin warned while throwing an axe at the head of a drake that was approaching behind his brother. Rufio handed him a shield, he ran to the a group of other warriors and readied themselves for the impending attack.
There was a smell of blood and dirt in the air. Turning to his warriors, he bellowed as loud as he can “Shield wall! Be ready on my command!” The warriors were silent as the sounds of the many footfalls of an army of drake's approached the cave.
Te’Zali found herself with an onslaught of monstrous opponents making there way into her village. The vision of her people falling prey to these demons fueled her deadly attacks. Her scythe cutting into the scaley skin was mesmorizing. She annihilated whatever lizard-type creature was unfortunate to cross her path. Slicing one beast in its face, and then spinning around to catch another one in its side, they kept coming like a plague. She witnessed in the distance as a serpent latched its razor-sharp jaws, down on the throat of young troll. There were so many creatures assaulting her village, more than ever before. Peering to see the wide-eyed human leave the spiritual healing hut, made Te’Zali aware of why they were here. Uncontrollable rage filled the priestess now, as she made her way through the waves of dangerous drakes toward Orihime.
Everything was happening so fast, Orihime stood, frozen in fear while the trolls ran around frantically. She saw the warriors defending their village against huge lizards with massive fangs and towering legs. “What do I do?” Orihime screamed to herself in panic. She saw children run for their lives; a monster hot on their tails. She knew immediately what she had to do. Running in the direction toward the serpent she stopped right in front of it blocking its path to a child who fell trying to escape its jaws. “Santan Keshun!” she squealed, protecting herself and the child. The face of the Drake hit the shield hard, like a dog hitting a sliding screen door. The child's eyes were filled with fear and relief as they hid behind the skirt of the shield maiden.
“Are you alright?” Orihime asked, keeping the shield up against repetitive attacks of the creature trying to get through the glowing wall in front of them.
Seeing that they were protected from the luminescent wall, multiple children toward the safety of Orihime. Other warriors noticed the struggle the doe-eyed girl had, keeping their people safe and began to pick off the creatures trying to push through the barrier. They began to surround the drakes with Orihime’s and the warriors shields keeping the beasts corralled in the center. As more and more monsters began to fall, some of them started to retreat back from where they came.
Te’Zali knew that there was no better moment to kill her enemy then while everyone was distracted by battle. She made her way through the blood, claws and teeth to her target until she saw a drake approaching from the blindside of the girl, smiling wickedly. It seems like I won't have to get my hands dirty after all she thought. As the battle was concluding, the drakes were either dead or running for their lives. The beast targeting Orihime stayed hidden in the shadows waiting for its chance. Cheering voices filled the cave as the men celebrated their victory. As soon as the girl dropped her shield the creature bounded for her.
What happened next rocked the priestess to her core. The once, frail and dying boy on the altar had leaped down from the roof of the hut and drove his longsword right in between the beast's shoulders. With a furious cry of death, the creature lay still. Te’Zali could barely see, tears blurring her vision as she ran toward him.
The child moaned “Mother!” as he tightly wrapped his arms around her.
Orihime woke up with a pounding sensation like someone was trying to park a truck on top of her forehead. Her stomach was in knots as she tried her best not to throw up in her mouth.
“What happened last night?” She grumbled as she had difficulty rising to her feet. Looking around her she only saw darkness, making out the faint shadows of furniture. It was quite and for a moment she thought she was back home in her bed. Her dream shattered with a sudden bright light and the face of an ugly troll woman appeared in front of her.
“Come.” the woman blurted while she harshly pulled Orihime toward the door.
She was surprised not to see the sky above her but instead she found herself in a large cave-like structure. Giant roots surrounded the enclosed area that appeared to be supporting the village. It was a magnificent site that left the Orihime speechless. She hardly noticed the old hag push a broom in her hand, commanding her to get to work sweeping the pathways throughout the village. Amazed, she saw little troll children laughing and playing with wolf pups while their grandparents sat and talked in their rich cultural tongue. The village was bustling with activity as men sharpened their war weapons and women decorated vests of animal skins. Little troll children with buns adorned with bones came running up to her crying “Grodkona Kow! Grodkona Kow!” while handing her truffle treats. Orihime was puzzled by the phrase but graciously accepted the food, while the children gleefully watched her eat. The children tugged on her skirt and talked to her in quickly excited voices. She was happy that at least someone was being pleasant to her, even if it's only the children. The children disparted as Zabajin appeared down the pathway in front of them, strolling with the man he was with the night before.
“Do you remember my brother Rufio Grodkona Kow?” asked Zabajin his smile lighting up his harsh troll features.
“My memory is fuzzy but I remember.” Orihime pleasantly responded as she walked with the two men down to the center of the village.
Rufio placed a heavy arm around Orihime’s delicate shoulders as they walked. Looking up at the towering troll she asked: “What is a Grodkona Kow?”
Zabajin responded cheerfully “Grodkona Kow means human stomach.”
Rufio exploded in laughter that shook Orihime violently. “We have never seen a human eat like you.”
“No human lasted that long to try. They find our food hard to swallow” snickered Zabajin.
Orihime could not help but think back to a time she tried to make her good friend Tatski eat one of her cooking creations back home and smiled to herself.
Bowing slightly, she thanked Zabajin for feeding her, to the surprise of both the chief and his brother.
“I have something to ask of you Orihime.” The troll leader coaxed as they ended the walk in front of a small hut.
Upon entering the hut, they all circled a boy who lay on a table in the center of a small room. His breathing was short and ragged. Orihime’s heart broke, as she witnessed this child lay in agony.
“What happened to him?” Orihime choked, as she subconsciously felt to assure that her pins were still in her hair.
A familiar voice interjected, “It doesn't matter.” Te’Zali crept from the shadowy corner of the hut to face the red haired healer. “It only matters if you can save him.”
Seeing The Priestess up close for the first time left Orihime in an awestruck trance. For a troll, she was beautiful, like a stunning African princess. But like tribal royalty, she was very intimidating, Orihime thought back to the knife on her throat and shivered.
“Right,” Orihime assured as she swallowed hard, prepping herself for the task at hand. “Santan Keshun,” Orihime exclaimed, as the light of her shield highlighted the trolls around her. They all watched as the boy’s body started to slowly heal itself before their eyes. She caught Zabajin beaming at his wife while she scoffed and left the room. The red haired healer finished and looked at the chief, “I think he will be ok now, but we will need to see once he wakes up.”
Observing the boy, whose breathing had returned to normal Zabajin echoed, “We will see.”
Te’Zali sat on the edge of her massive bed with her war scythe on her lap, her reflection staring back at her. She was not the same after Zabajin had threatened her life for the sake of some pitiful human. The priestess was plagued with horribly vivid dreams and visions of her love dying in a despicable way, over and over again. She knew her husband was stubborn, his vision for the future of her people was unorthodox at best, but she never knew he would go so far to defend that wench. Sighing she brought herself back to their wedding day, and how happy she had been to know that she was going to spending her life with a brilliant warrior. Sadness filled her again, she tried her best not to tear up, not showing weakness. Then it hit her. Impending Danger. she could feel it ripple in her body like an electrical current. Getting up so quickly, almost losing her footing, she ran out of her home into the middle of the village.
“Zabajin!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the presence of fearsome beasts approaching her village.
The chief felt the atmosphere of his village change from a pleasant, ordinary afternoon, to complete panic. He acted quickly, hearing the sound of his wife’s screams from outside, he had both axes in his tight fists. Rufio followed close behind him, readying himself for the battle at hand. Wailing sounds of agony were coming from all over the village as women and children ran in the streets for their lives.
Then he saw them, legendary creatures known as drakes, terrorizing his people. He would not stand for this, he would not watch as his people fall to these mutated serpents sent by the dwarves. The leader of a dwarf plantation close by had been know to use drakes under special circumstances. Zabajin could take a guess to why Lord Vondik Bloodsunder, would be so bold to send these creatures to his cave.
Making eye contact with one of the reptilian brutes, Zabajin dropped a totem to the ground. “Elektrisitet!” Boomed the troll leader as an electrical current poured from the totem and manipulated the ground like ocean waves of electricity. The totem sang as power flew through it, expanding the area around Zabajin. The reptilian creature bolted toward the chief, releasing a terrifying growl like a hungry wolf. Leaping in the air with a frenzy of attacks it bounded at Zabajin. The troll leader countered the attack by landing a fiery axe into the beats shoulder. The sound of a gruesome yelp filled the air as the wound gleamed with fiery lava. The drake fell and landed into the proximity affected by Zabajin’s lighting totem. Convulsing with power, the drake cried out in agony before Rufio ran up and shot it dead in the head with an arrow.
“Brother!” Zabajin warned while throwing an axe at the head of a drake that was approaching behind his brother. Rufio handed him a shield, he ran to the a group of other warriors and readied themselves for the impending attack.
There was a smell of blood and dirt in the air. Turning to his warriors, he bellowed as loud as he can “Shield wall! Be ready on my command!” The warriors were silent as the sounds of the many footfalls of an army of drake's approached the cave.
Te’Zali found herself with an onslaught of monstrous opponents making there way into her village. The vision of her people falling prey to these demons fueled her deadly attacks. Her scythe cutting into the scaley skin was mesmorizing. She annihilated whatever lizard-type creature was unfortunate to cross her path. Slicing one beast in its face, and then spinning around to catch another one in its side, they kept coming like a plague. She witnessed in the distance as a serpent latched its razor-sharp jaws, down on the throat of young troll. There were so many creatures assaulting her village, more than ever before. Peering to see the wide-eyed human leave the spiritual healing hut, made Te’Zali aware of why they were here. Uncontrollable rage filled the priestess now, as she made her way through the waves of dangerous drakes toward Orihime.
Everything was happening so fast, Orihime stood, frozen in fear while the trolls ran around frantically. She saw the warriors defending their village against huge lizards with massive fangs and towering legs. “What do I do?” Orihime screamed to herself in panic. She saw children run for their lives; a monster hot on their tails. She knew immediately what she had to do. Running in the direction toward the serpent she stopped right in front of it blocking its path to a child who fell trying to escape its jaws. “Santan Keshun!” she squealed, protecting herself and the child. The face of the Drake hit the shield hard, like a dog hitting a sliding screen door. The child's eyes were filled with fear and relief as they hid behind the skirt of the shield maiden.
“Are you alright?” Orihime asked, keeping the shield up against repetitive attacks of the creature trying to get through the glowing wall in front of them.
Seeing that they were protected from the luminescent wall, multiple children toward the safety of Orihime. Other warriors noticed the struggle the doe-eyed girl had, keeping their people safe and began to pick off the creatures trying to push through the barrier. They began to surround the drakes with Orihime’s and the warriors shields keeping the beasts corralled in the center. As more and more monsters began to fall, some of them started to retreat back from where they came.
Te’Zali knew that there was no better moment to kill her enemy then while everyone was distracted by battle. She made her way through the blood, claws and teeth to her target until she saw a drake approaching from the blindside of the girl, smiling wickedly. It seems like I won't have to get my hands dirty after all she thought. As the battle was concluding, the drakes were either dead or running for their lives. The beast targeting Orihime stayed hidden in the shadows waiting for its chance. Cheering voices filled the cave as the men celebrated their victory. As soon as the girl dropped her shield the creature bounded for her.
What happened next rocked the priestess to her core. The once, frail and dying boy on the altar had leaped down from the roof of the hut and drove his longsword right in between the beast's shoulders. With a furious cry of death, the creature lay still. Te’Zali could barely see, tears blurring her vision as she ran toward him.
The child moaned “Mother!” as he tightly wrapped his arms around her.
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