Location: The Spine, north of Crobhear Lake.
He woke up with a start, and immediately started to wipe away the sweat that had accumulated across his brow. As his eyes adjusted to the early morning light in the forest, he remembered that what he had just seen had been a dream. he wasn't back in his cabin, and his father was no longer in this world.
The young man stretched out on the ground, making a tired, growling noise as he tried to wake his limbs up. It seemed that his body wanted more sleep, but he knew that if he wanted to make more progress today, he couldn't lie around, and had to keep moving. It was a long journey toward Crobhear Lake, and he wasn't familiar with the lands beyond his home.
He stood up and walked over to the smoldering remains of the fire he had made the night before. Luckily some remains of the venison he had caught yesterday while traveling still existed. He added some leaves and small twigs to the darkened ashes and blew, causing them to reignite. As he added more sticks, he made stock of the rest of his supplies as well as what he needed to do.
When he left Diirten a few days ago, he had been lucky enough to get a bow and arrows, as well as a backpack from the locals when he told them what happened. He had also been lucky to hear that the men who had attacked his father headed south. Crobhear Lake would have some villages around it, so there would probably be someone who has heard the name 'Dalak' in the area.
He took the leg of the deer off the flames and sniffed it. It was still red in the middle, but it was cooked enough for him. He bit into the leg and in a few minutes, it was gone. He was still hungry, but he wanted to move, so he figured he would eat and walk. He set the remaining pieces of the deer near the fire to cook a little and gathered the rest of his things.
With the axes on his back and his bag over a shoulder, he hefted the rest of the deer carcass on the other shoulder, and started walking south.
The day was brisk, but with only a shirt on, Haldiir didn't even notice. The bits of sun that made their way through the mountainous forest's canopy kept him warm enough as he walked and munched on his breakfast. The smell of the cold, damp forest made him feel like he wanted to fall asleep till all of the snow melted, but he fought through the urge and kept moving along the road he was making for himself.
A few hours into his days travels, his ears caught the sound of a scream on the wind. Haldiir stood still as he listened. It was followed by the crash of a tree. He didn't know what he was hearing besides the yelling, but he felt the need to go check out what was going on. Wulfric had taught his son to help people in trouble if they were in need, though that lesson had not come into practice much until now, Haldiir didn't want to do a disservice to his passed father by ignoring it at the first time the opportunity had presented itself.
He dropped the few remaining parts of the deer carcass he had been carrying and started to sprint toward the noises. He didn't want the raw meat smell giving him away as he approached whatever was going on, though he didn't take into account that his shirt still had quite a bit of dried blood still on it from the meet as he had been walking with it.
He arrived to a cliff overhanging a grove of freshly knocked down trees when he saw what had been going on; there was a man and woman, looking like travelers of a kind, and approaching them was a large, humanoid-like creature that was carrying a tree trunk. It's skin was grey, tough looking, and covered in rock-like growths. Coming out of its mouth were two tusks, one sticking straight toward the sky and the other ahead of the creature. It was covered in hides of many different animals. As it walked, Haldiir noticed one of its legs was longer, and skinnier than the other.
Haldiir had never seen a troll before, and he wasn't sure this was one of them, but it was his best guess this was what was walking towards the people who were not trapped against the cliffside.
The young man quietly as he could put his bow and arrows, as well as his backpack on the ground and drew out one of the two axes. He crouched down on the cliff-top, above the two people getting attacked. The creature was slowly approaching, it's mouth was agape with slimy drool dripping out. Haldiir wasn't going to move until right when it was close enough to leap on. As it took one step more forward, and raised it's 'club', he leaped off his perch onto the creature.
He was lucky, and was able to plant his ax into the back of the creature. As his body swung against it, it helped in surprise and pain. Black blood started to come from the wound. Haldiir was able to hang on for a moment, and was starting to feel pleased with himself, before a rock-wart covered hand reached around and grabbed him.
It wasn't that Haldiir wasn't strong, to the contrary, he had been stronger than any of the villagers in Diirten and the only person who had been tougher than him was Wulfric his father. A troll, however, possessed more natural strength than most creatures that walk the earth. It's hand wrapped around his body and ripped him off of his ax, which was buried in the tough flesh. Haldiir felt himself flying all of a sudden until he stopped all at once when he smacked against the trunk of a tree.
He was tough though, and even though the wind was knocked out of him, as he fell to the ground, he was able to shakily stand up again. Haldiir looked at the creature, then toward the two people standing near it and shouted "Get out of here! I'll keep it busy!" He didn't know if he could keep it busy, but as it charged, he was about to find out.
The troll had been surprised by the blow, and so it just wanted to crush this new thing that had not only planted an ax into its back, but also was still standing after being thrown into a tree, a move which would normally have broken a normal person. It didn't swing its club at the man, but instead with a yell, threw a fist right at him.
Haldiir had been in fist fights before, so he dodged the large meaty fist quite easily, but he wasn't prepared for the arm to swing around and smack him, sending him flying again. This time, his head hit the side of the cliff, and even though he was tough, it stunned him long enough for the hand to reach around his body and start to pick him up.
His eyes watched as the two ran away, clearly taking his advice and seeming to hope that Haldiir would be able to handle himself. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to.
His mind cleared up as he was lifted to the eye level of the troll. He could smell its rancid breath as it sniffed him as if to figure out what he was made of before trying to make a meal out of him. Seemingly satisfied, it opened its mouth and started to bring Haldiir towards the slimy, tooth covered interior.
Haldiir struggled against the strong hand that was wrapped around him, but at the moment, it seemed like he was in trouble, and his journey for revenge was going to be cut short with a single bite at the end of the first real fight of his life...
(Open for someone to come and help, if not, will write an ending)
He woke up with a start, and immediately started to wipe away the sweat that had accumulated across his brow. As his eyes adjusted to the early morning light in the forest, he remembered that what he had just seen had been a dream. he wasn't back in his cabin, and his father was no longer in this world.
The young man stretched out on the ground, making a tired, growling noise as he tried to wake his limbs up. It seemed that his body wanted more sleep, but he knew that if he wanted to make more progress today, he couldn't lie around, and had to keep moving. It was a long journey toward Crobhear Lake, and he wasn't familiar with the lands beyond his home.
He stood up and walked over to the smoldering remains of the fire he had made the night before. Luckily some remains of the venison he had caught yesterday while traveling still existed. He added some leaves and small twigs to the darkened ashes and blew, causing them to reignite. As he added more sticks, he made stock of the rest of his supplies as well as what he needed to do.
When he left Diirten a few days ago, he had been lucky enough to get a bow and arrows, as well as a backpack from the locals when he told them what happened. He had also been lucky to hear that the men who had attacked his father headed south. Crobhear Lake would have some villages around it, so there would probably be someone who has heard the name 'Dalak' in the area.
He took the leg of the deer off the flames and sniffed it. It was still red in the middle, but it was cooked enough for him. He bit into the leg and in a few minutes, it was gone. He was still hungry, but he wanted to move, so he figured he would eat and walk. He set the remaining pieces of the deer near the fire to cook a little and gathered the rest of his things.
With the axes on his back and his bag over a shoulder, he hefted the rest of the deer carcass on the other shoulder, and started walking south.
The day was brisk, but with only a shirt on, Haldiir didn't even notice. The bits of sun that made their way through the mountainous forest's canopy kept him warm enough as he walked and munched on his breakfast. The smell of the cold, damp forest made him feel like he wanted to fall asleep till all of the snow melted, but he fought through the urge and kept moving along the road he was making for himself.
A few hours into his days travels, his ears caught the sound of a scream on the wind. Haldiir stood still as he listened. It was followed by the crash of a tree. He didn't know what he was hearing besides the yelling, but he felt the need to go check out what was going on. Wulfric had taught his son to help people in trouble if they were in need, though that lesson had not come into practice much until now, Haldiir didn't want to do a disservice to his passed father by ignoring it at the first time the opportunity had presented itself.
He dropped the few remaining parts of the deer carcass he had been carrying and started to sprint toward the noises. He didn't want the raw meat smell giving him away as he approached whatever was going on, though he didn't take into account that his shirt still had quite a bit of dried blood still on it from the meet as he had been walking with it.
He arrived to a cliff overhanging a grove of freshly knocked down trees when he saw what had been going on; there was a man and woman, looking like travelers of a kind, and approaching them was a large, humanoid-like creature that was carrying a tree trunk. It's skin was grey, tough looking, and covered in rock-like growths. Coming out of its mouth were two tusks, one sticking straight toward the sky and the other ahead of the creature. It was covered in hides of many different animals. As it walked, Haldiir noticed one of its legs was longer, and skinnier than the other.
Haldiir had never seen a troll before, and he wasn't sure this was one of them, but it was his best guess this was what was walking towards the people who were not trapped against the cliffside.
The young man quietly as he could put his bow and arrows, as well as his backpack on the ground and drew out one of the two axes. He crouched down on the cliff-top, above the two people getting attacked. The creature was slowly approaching, it's mouth was agape with slimy drool dripping out. Haldiir wasn't going to move until right when it was close enough to leap on. As it took one step more forward, and raised it's 'club', he leaped off his perch onto the creature.
He was lucky, and was able to plant his ax into the back of the creature. As his body swung against it, it helped in surprise and pain. Black blood started to come from the wound. Haldiir was able to hang on for a moment, and was starting to feel pleased with himself, before a rock-wart covered hand reached around and grabbed him.
It wasn't that Haldiir wasn't strong, to the contrary, he had been stronger than any of the villagers in Diirten and the only person who had been tougher than him was Wulfric his father. A troll, however, possessed more natural strength than most creatures that walk the earth. It's hand wrapped around his body and ripped him off of his ax, which was buried in the tough flesh. Haldiir felt himself flying all of a sudden until he stopped all at once when he smacked against the trunk of a tree.
He was tough though, and even though the wind was knocked out of him, as he fell to the ground, he was able to shakily stand up again. Haldiir looked at the creature, then toward the two people standing near it and shouted "Get out of here! I'll keep it busy!" He didn't know if he could keep it busy, but as it charged, he was about to find out.
The troll had been surprised by the blow, and so it just wanted to crush this new thing that had not only planted an ax into its back, but also was still standing after being thrown into a tree, a move which would normally have broken a normal person. It didn't swing its club at the man, but instead with a yell, threw a fist right at him.
Haldiir had been in fist fights before, so he dodged the large meaty fist quite easily, but he wasn't prepared for the arm to swing around and smack him, sending him flying again. This time, his head hit the side of the cliff, and even though he was tough, it stunned him long enough for the hand to reach around his body and start to pick him up.
His eyes watched as the two ran away, clearly taking his advice and seeming to hope that Haldiir would be able to handle himself. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to.
His mind cleared up as he was lifted to the eye level of the troll. He could smell its rancid breath as it sniffed him as if to figure out what he was made of before trying to make a meal out of him. Seemingly satisfied, it opened its mouth and started to bring Haldiir towards the slimy, tooth covered interior.
Haldiir struggled against the strong hand that was wrapped around him, but at the moment, it seemed like he was in trouble, and his journey for revenge was going to be cut short with a single bite at the end of the first real fight of his life...
(Open for someone to come and help, if not, will write an ending)
