07-25-2016, 01:13 PM
For a long few moments, everything was quiet except for the gunsmith’s heartbeat, which thumped rhythmically like a war drum. His entire body felt like it was being sucked into a vacuum as the gasses wrapped around his limbs and poured out from underneath his clothes. The areas where the wampa had scratched him were by far the most uncomfortable, the smoke shooting out from his wounds faster than anywhere else on his body.
He glanced down towards the bisected troll, his piercing white eyes malformed into a murderous glare. He stood in the middle of its torso and its legs, his boots firmly planted between a steadily growing blood pool. He slowly raised his fist to his face, staring at the contrasting colors of red and black.
He turned his head, seeing the shrub-haired troll had made a mad dash into the forest. The coward had witnessed him slaughter his buddy, and couldn’t even stay to avenge him?
“GET BACK HERE!” he roared, charging after him.
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A minute passed as the inventor relentlessly trailed the purple humanoid, his boots leaving bloody prints everywhere he went. His legs stung with each step taken, which only encouraged him to go faster and faster. Each breath he took was filled with the black vapor that flowed from his skin, but he never choked on it. It was just as natural as breathing air; no, it was somehow MORE natural than that. And despite the length of time he had been running and how fast he was moving, he somehow didn’t feel the least bit winded.
The troll, however, could probably say otherwise. In its haste to escape his wrath, it was tripping over its own feet, accidentally running into trees and shrubs, and generally worsening its chances to get away from him. Despite the deafening pounding in his head, he swore he heard the creature panting in utter terror.
Smiling, he reached down to his belt, pulling out his revolver. He skidded to a halt, pulling the trigger.
The bullet zoomed dangerously close to the humanoid’s face, stopping it dead in its tracks. It turned around, visibly shaking as it held its bone sword in its hands. It held its head high and puffed its chest out, biting its lip as it spoke.
“E-Enough, mon! I give! I give!” it stammered, the tip of its sword pointed at Ballad.
“DROP THE WEAPON!” he shouted, pulling back the hammer of his gun.
Almost instantly, the troll complied, tossing the sword into a nearby bush. Before it could have a chance to talk, however, the gunsmith ran forward, tackling it to the ground. The troll held its arms up to its face, shielding itself from the onslaught it knew was coming.
“P-Please, mon! D-don’t kill me!” it said, its voice muffled by its arms. Ballad swiftly moved his left hand towards them, separating them so he could look at the thing’s face. Its tusks stuck out like a sore thumb, covering the majority of the lower part of its head, and its piercing green eyes were clearly welling up with tears.
Pathetic.
He jammed his revolver into the thing’s forehead, his voice changing into a low whisper.
“I’m not gonna kill you, because frankly, killing you right now would be the merciful thing to do, and you don’t deserve that. None of your kind deserve mercy. You and your entire race deserve only the massive, painful HELLFIRE that I will unleash on your people, because that is EXACTLY what the punishment is for scum like you. Nothing more than the complete annihilation of diseased, bloodthirsty SAVAGES.”
He took a deep breath, the smoke that once covered his form now beginning to dissipate and as his headache began to fade. He stared directly into his captive’s eyes.
“Therefore, you will be the one to answer MY questions, understand?” he said, “and don’t lie to me, else you’ll up like your friend.”
The purple creature stared at him, dumbfounded.
“Ya- ya crazy!” the troll stated, “I ain’t tellin’ ya anythin’!”
“Care to repeat that?” he replied, pushing the barrel of his gun into its forehead.
“I said I ain’t tellin’ ya anything, ya scourge-consortin’ toad!” it shouted, spittle shooting out of its mouth.
Ballad was just about to pull the trigger when he glanced to his left, seeing SPB had reformed next to him again.
“Ballad, before you dismember the creature, take note of its tusks.” the shade said, watching as the gunsmith looked down towards the troll’s mouth.
“Who ya talkin’ to? Who be here?!” it screamed, twisting its head around in a desperate attempt to find out who was watching them.
“The dwarves might find it… commendable if you bring a troll tooth with you.”
The gunner’s eyes widened, nodding in understanding. The troll, however, shook its head repeatedly in a vain attempt to stop him.
“I would say I’m sorry but…” he said, grasping the troll’s tooth, “I’m not.”
He pulled, blood gushing out from the creature’s mouth as the tooth, and a part of its upper jaw, was removed from its mouth. The gunner quickly stood up and off of the troll, leaving it there to wail in pain.
He hoped it was enough….
He glanced down towards the bisected troll, his piercing white eyes malformed into a murderous glare. He stood in the middle of its torso and its legs, his boots firmly planted between a steadily growing blood pool. He slowly raised his fist to his face, staring at the contrasting colors of red and black.
He turned his head, seeing the shrub-haired troll had made a mad dash into the forest. The coward had witnessed him slaughter his buddy, and couldn’t even stay to avenge him?
“GET BACK HERE!” he roared, charging after him.
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A minute passed as the inventor relentlessly trailed the purple humanoid, his boots leaving bloody prints everywhere he went. His legs stung with each step taken, which only encouraged him to go faster and faster. Each breath he took was filled with the black vapor that flowed from his skin, but he never choked on it. It was just as natural as breathing air; no, it was somehow MORE natural than that. And despite the length of time he had been running and how fast he was moving, he somehow didn’t feel the least bit winded.
The troll, however, could probably say otherwise. In its haste to escape his wrath, it was tripping over its own feet, accidentally running into trees and shrubs, and generally worsening its chances to get away from him. Despite the deafening pounding in his head, he swore he heard the creature panting in utter terror.
Smiling, he reached down to his belt, pulling out his revolver. He skidded to a halt, pulling the trigger.
The bullet zoomed dangerously close to the humanoid’s face, stopping it dead in its tracks. It turned around, visibly shaking as it held its bone sword in its hands. It held its head high and puffed its chest out, biting its lip as it spoke.
“E-Enough, mon! I give! I give!” it stammered, the tip of its sword pointed at Ballad.
“DROP THE WEAPON!” he shouted, pulling back the hammer of his gun.
Almost instantly, the troll complied, tossing the sword into a nearby bush. Before it could have a chance to talk, however, the gunsmith ran forward, tackling it to the ground. The troll held its arms up to its face, shielding itself from the onslaught it knew was coming.
“P-Please, mon! D-don’t kill me!” it said, its voice muffled by its arms. Ballad swiftly moved his left hand towards them, separating them so he could look at the thing’s face. Its tusks stuck out like a sore thumb, covering the majority of the lower part of its head, and its piercing green eyes were clearly welling up with tears.
Pathetic.
He jammed his revolver into the thing’s forehead, his voice changing into a low whisper.
“I’m not gonna kill you, because frankly, killing you right now would be the merciful thing to do, and you don’t deserve that. None of your kind deserve mercy. You and your entire race deserve only the massive, painful HELLFIRE that I will unleash on your people, because that is EXACTLY what the punishment is for scum like you. Nothing more than the complete annihilation of diseased, bloodthirsty SAVAGES.”
He took a deep breath, the smoke that once covered his form now beginning to dissipate and as his headache began to fade. He stared directly into his captive’s eyes.
“Therefore, you will be the one to answer MY questions, understand?” he said, “and don’t lie to me, else you’ll up like your friend.”
The purple creature stared at him, dumbfounded.
“Ya- ya crazy!” the troll stated, “I ain’t tellin’ ya anythin’!”
“Care to repeat that?” he replied, pushing the barrel of his gun into its forehead.
“I said I ain’t tellin’ ya anything, ya scourge-consortin’ toad!” it shouted, spittle shooting out of its mouth.
Ballad was just about to pull the trigger when he glanced to his left, seeing SPB had reformed next to him again.
“Ballad, before you dismember the creature, take note of its tusks.” the shade said, watching as the gunsmith looked down towards the troll’s mouth.
“Who ya talkin’ to? Who be here?!” it screamed, twisting its head around in a desperate attempt to find out who was watching them.
“The dwarves might find it… commendable if you bring a troll tooth with you.”
The gunner’s eyes widened, nodding in understanding. The troll, however, shook its head repeatedly in a vain attempt to stop him.
“I would say I’m sorry but…” he said, grasping the troll’s tooth, “I’m not.”
He pulled, blood gushing out from the creature’s mouth as the tooth, and a part of its upper jaw, was removed from its mouth. The gunner quickly stood up and off of the troll, leaving it there to wail in pain.
He hoped it was enough….
Quote:Quest: Into the Halls
Word Count: 817
Obtained Troll Tusk! Now, we fight the Dwarf Champion!
(Also, Out of SP!)
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