Everlaen:Story:Trolling for a Laugh

Trolling for a laugh
Distant thunder boomed overhead while fresh lightning raked the sky. Noticing the others wary glances, Kip turned around in the mud. Suddenly, the foliage shook violently and spat forth a large humanoid shape. It was ten foot tall with greasy black hair that framed bright red eyes; eyes that held them with a feral, cunning glare. Wide bull-like shoulders framed the misshapen head, sillouhetted by a sudden crack of lightning. The long ape-like arms ended in great hands that hung down beside spindly bowed legs. In those great hands gleamed long viscious black talons that opened and closed with anxious, needfull hate. Its mottled rubbery hide was coated with a thick layer of mud, which did little to hide the hard dangerous lines of its massive, knotted thews.

The giant Troll shrugged its massive shoulders and thrust its low slung head forward and howled with savage fury. Immedeately after its challenge, it broke into a dead run straight at them. Caught between the Troll and his companions, Kip could feel the ground shake as the juggernaut barrelled down upon him.

Only her dark exotic eyes above her veil showed Silri's shock at the appearance of the giant green figure, still, she moved fast, firstly stepping behind the her halfling companion, then backing further to get behind the thugs. Drawing her whip from her hip, she eyed doubtfully the tree stump like legs of the beast and much hope of lashing one to trip it up before it reached her with its gangling arms and black claws.

Slapping her weapon against one leg, she flicked the other, the anklet of golden bells, now chiming loudly when normally silent, gave her a light beat as she began to dance, gesturing the warriors to form up for the beasts approach, as her exquisite voice tried to give them confidence and co-ordination.

 "The beast will come in slashing,   prepare your blades to guard,   once your past its sickly stench,   you'll find it not so hard.   Then you get in real close,   and rain down on it with blows,   and its blacken bones will show,   you four are true heroes!"

Forging on, her dark eyes rolled as the lesser tongue she was forced to use to communicate with her companions, lost a lot in the translation from pure elven.

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