Post by Anna-Bo on Sept 4, 2017 19:40:25 GMT 1
Post by Annemarie on Aug 5, 2016
Trolls have attacked the holt through old tunnels, but these weren't like the Trolls that the elves of Ocean'a Edge had ever encountered. These were brutal warriors, ready to do anything for their own gain.
And they were after the Rockshapers!
It all happend so fast, one moment they were celebrating, the other they were feeing for their lives. Some fought so others could get away, some froze in terror and many were captured.... but to the horror of the peacefull elves many were killed as soon as the Trolls knew they weren't Rockshapers....
It felt like a lifetime untill the fight ended and that the Trolls left, back into their underground ralm.
The elves and befriended Trolls that weren't captured and hadn't been able to flee for the boats slowly regained their senses, some had acted as if they were dead, some went for the treetops and others had found refudge in the old Towers.
Now they needed to regroup.....
Post by Kashee on Aug 6, 2016
"NOOOOOOOOOO......" Kashee screamed, waking up from the nightmare. "Mother? Sire? Where are you? I had an awefull dream and I am in pain, my head hurts and my arms feel funny...." He opened his eyes and thought he was still dreaming, he needed to wake up! But.... was he asleep? The pain felt too real and there was something sticky on his head. Softly did he touch his forehead and looked at his fingers...... red..... blood?
The shock was great when he realized it hadn't been a dream.
Kashee's eyes slowly adjusted to his surroundings, he remembered running from the dangerous Trolls, he remembered the screaming of his playfriends and tribemates. With a shock he raised his head and immidiatly grabbed his head. So much pain, but where are his parents…. “MOTHER!!! SIRE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?”
Carefully he stood up, his legs shaky and wobbly. He fell to the ground again and hit his hip to a large boulder. He needed to find his parents, he needed to know if they were alright!
He needed to find someone, he didn’t care who actually.
Kashee was terrified and tears rolled down his cheeks as he slowly started walking again. Where was he? In the forest, but he had never been this far into the forest, he tried to look up, but failed when he started to feel dizzy.
“I have to keep walking, I am thirsty, I need water…….”
He walked around, not knowing which way to go, but he hoped to find someone soon.
Post by Jewel on Aug 7, 2016
Jewel was one of a handful of women troll slaves who were tasked to go with the raiders and cook for them. She was allowed a pack to carry food and a large pan to cook in. The pan was heavy but it felt comfortable in her hand. Ever thinking of escape she felt this could be an opportunity to do that. She'd have to keep her wits about her and watch for an opening.
The battle during the raid was brutal on both sides. The raiding party needed to move fast so her leg shackles had been removed, giving her much more freedom of movement. The raiders arrived at the destination, but instead of a small group of elves there were twice the number expected, though they seemed to be celebrating. The Trolls rushed them causing much confusion in the ambush attack. Many Elves scattered, though many others stood their ground and fought like demons possessed. Left behind with one guard, the slave trolls were waiting to bandage up the wounded , both troll warriors and elven captives. Seeing an opportunity, Jewel filched some first aid supplies and stashed them in her pack, removing the cast iron pan to make room for them. Bandages and unguents to stop bleeding Salves for bruises and burns. She holstered her pack on her shoulders. The lone guard was distracted as some of the fighting came near to the tunnel they had made their attack from. She crept up behind him and whacked him up side of the head with her pan. *WHAM* Down he dropped, she gave him another good pound to his head to make sure he stayed put. The other broken troll slaves cowered back from her too fearful to try and escape amid the carnage and whirling blades in the pitched battle.
One of the other slaves pleaded with her, "Lump, don't leave us! They'll kill us to find you gone."
Lump, that was the name she was given upon her capture some five thousand years ago, replied, "My name is Jewel and I am free! I will never be a captive of the trolls again, I will die first."
And with that she left through the opening, now that the battle had receded. She evaded both troll and elf as best she could as she tried to find a way out of the Tower. Scenting fresh air she went in that direction. As she was about to exit the Tower she was blocked by two troll raiders and an elf in furious battle blocking her way to freedom. 'Now or never she thought', and brandished her pan, she sent a back swing into the back of the head of one troll and then slammed it into the side of the other troll, hearing ribs cracking. The first troll went down and the elf sprang upon the second injured one and dispatched it swiftly.
The elf spoke to her, gasping for air, "I don't know *gasp and swallow* why you helped me, *pant* but I am in your debt."
"I was their slave and all I want to do is escape as far from them as I can. Please let me pass. I hold no ill will towards you and your kind. Please let me go, I can hear more of them coming this way!" She turned her head towards the sound of running troll feet far down the corridor, the slapping sound of feet on stone, growing louder.
The elf was covered in so much blood, both elven and troll, Jewel could not tell if it was male or female. The elf started to fall to it's knees, and Jewel made a choice then and there, to aid this elf. She helped it to it's feet and put one arm around it's waist and together they left the tower and the battle behind. They moved as quickly as possible as one injured elf and one encumbered troll could move, making their way into the dark night.
Post by Skorva + Odd-thing, F cat bond on Aug 8, 2016
Swimming head, fuzzy vision....Breathing shallow, This elf maid struggles to open her heavy feeling eyes, she lock sends, ~**Moth...eh....Rrrrrr!**~ "Ouch! No good to send. Hurts!" She tells her self softly. Pressing her upper body raised with her arms she feels her legs are cold. She hears water and turns to see why her legs are cold. "Ah! good....Just in the river. Gotta move." She says to herself.
"Mother? Urgh...mother?!" Blearily looking about she licks her lips realizing it's a new day. Her Dame and her bond, no place in view or ear shot and sending is no use with her mind still lost in the groggy state of mind from the troll dust she was hit with and her body badly bruised from when her Mother was tossed full force at her knocking the wind out of her, then also hit with a full bag of pink troll sleeping dust, potently knocking her out for half a day and all of the night. About two ours later she could see the light or morning mildly changing the bark, midnight hues to shades or lighter dark blues and purples.
This was good. Trolls hate daylight, she remembered from when they had captured her and had taken her middle fingers for defying them and attempting to runaway. She took advantage of the moment. Where she is, the foot of the mountains along river, she rested up drinking from the river then undressing to wash up and sooth her sore bones and very bruised flesh and muscles, making it more easy to move and look for others, she hoped may be about. She had no idea anyone had left in boats or had been captured, but she had hoped, none had been taken by the Trolls.
She shivered at the thought. "Muck eaters, are a pain in my side." She yelled out loud in her frustration. "I got no good for any of em and if they took you Mother....High Ones guide my blades, I will take from them, more than fingers, I will take their eyes!" In her anger and pain, she called out in Feline for her Bond, if able to hear her.
When oddthing came purring, licking her as a welcome, the bond cat allowed Skorva onto it's back so she would not need to walk. The cat was bloody and Skorva rinsed most of it of of her bond before riding her she the cat would be more comfy. Seeing small sparrows chittering about Skorva uses her magic to have them scout the Holt area center and outskirts to see if anyone else like here is still around and moving. She did not want to find any dead at the moment, but part of her felt she might at some point happen upon the dead.
Feeling much better three hours after waking, she sent out to anyone listening. She was east of the River half way between the towers and the coast. She was heading towards the coast line and only a slow mosey padding stride since she is feeling so sore still, but highly more aware since the bath. Open sending to anyone in range of her... **I am Skorva, Sore but mostly able to get around with help from Oddthing, my bond, anyone else feeling well enough to move or need help or water? I have a full water skin.** she sent out now and then every couple of moments wide eyes and perked ears for any sign of the living.
Trolls have attacked the holt through old tunnels, but these weren't like the Trolls that the elves of Ocean'a Edge had ever encountered. These were brutal warriors, ready to do anything for their own gain.
And they were after the Rockshapers!
It all happend so fast, one moment they were celebrating, the other they were feeing for their lives. Some fought so others could get away, some froze in terror and many were captured.... but to the horror of the peacefull elves many were killed as soon as the Trolls knew they weren't Rockshapers....
It felt like a lifetime untill the fight ended and that the Trolls left, back into their underground ralm.
The elves and befriended Trolls that weren't captured and hadn't been able to flee for the boats slowly regained their senses, some had acted as if they were dead, some went for the treetops and others had found refudge in the old Towers.
Now they needed to regroup.....
Post by Kashee on Aug 6, 2016
"NOOOOOOOOOO......" Kashee screamed, waking up from the nightmare. "Mother? Sire? Where are you? I had an awefull dream and I am in pain, my head hurts and my arms feel funny...." He opened his eyes and thought he was still dreaming, he needed to wake up! But.... was he asleep? The pain felt too real and there was something sticky on his head. Softly did he touch his forehead and looked at his fingers...... red..... blood?
The shock was great when he realized it hadn't been a dream.
Kashee's eyes slowly adjusted to his surroundings, he remembered running from the dangerous Trolls, he remembered the screaming of his playfriends and tribemates. With a shock he raised his head and immidiatly grabbed his head. So much pain, but where are his parents…. “MOTHER!!! SIRE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?”
Carefully he stood up, his legs shaky and wobbly. He fell to the ground again and hit his hip to a large boulder. He needed to find his parents, he needed to know if they were alright!
He needed to find someone, he didn’t care who actually.
Kashee was terrified and tears rolled down his cheeks as he slowly started walking again. Where was he? In the forest, but he had never been this far into the forest, he tried to look up, but failed when he started to feel dizzy.
“I have to keep walking, I am thirsty, I need water…….”
He walked around, not knowing which way to go, but he hoped to find someone soon.
Post by Jewel on Aug 7, 2016
Jewel was one of a handful of women troll slaves who were tasked to go with the raiders and cook for them. She was allowed a pack to carry food and a large pan to cook in. The pan was heavy but it felt comfortable in her hand. Ever thinking of escape she felt this could be an opportunity to do that. She'd have to keep her wits about her and watch for an opening.
The battle during the raid was brutal on both sides. The raiding party needed to move fast so her leg shackles had been removed, giving her much more freedom of movement. The raiders arrived at the destination, but instead of a small group of elves there were twice the number expected, though they seemed to be celebrating. The Trolls rushed them causing much confusion in the ambush attack. Many Elves scattered, though many others stood their ground and fought like demons possessed. Left behind with one guard, the slave trolls were waiting to bandage up the wounded , both troll warriors and elven captives. Seeing an opportunity, Jewel filched some first aid supplies and stashed them in her pack, removing the cast iron pan to make room for them. Bandages and unguents to stop bleeding Salves for bruises and burns. She holstered her pack on her shoulders. The lone guard was distracted as some of the fighting came near to the tunnel they had made their attack from. She crept up behind him and whacked him up side of the head with her pan. *WHAM* Down he dropped, she gave him another good pound to his head to make sure he stayed put. The other broken troll slaves cowered back from her too fearful to try and escape amid the carnage and whirling blades in the pitched battle.
One of the other slaves pleaded with her, "Lump, don't leave us! They'll kill us to find you gone."
Lump, that was the name she was given upon her capture some five thousand years ago, replied, "My name is Jewel and I am free! I will never be a captive of the trolls again, I will die first."
And with that she left through the opening, now that the battle had receded. She evaded both troll and elf as best she could as she tried to find a way out of the Tower. Scenting fresh air she went in that direction. As she was about to exit the Tower she was blocked by two troll raiders and an elf in furious battle blocking her way to freedom. 'Now or never she thought', and brandished her pan, she sent a back swing into the back of the head of one troll and then slammed it into the side of the other troll, hearing ribs cracking. The first troll went down and the elf sprang upon the second injured one and dispatched it swiftly.
The elf spoke to her, gasping for air, "I don't know *gasp and swallow* why you helped me, *pant* but I am in your debt."
"I was their slave and all I want to do is escape as far from them as I can. Please let me pass. I hold no ill will towards you and your kind. Please let me go, I can hear more of them coming this way!" She turned her head towards the sound of running troll feet far down the corridor, the slapping sound of feet on stone, growing louder.
The elf was covered in so much blood, both elven and troll, Jewel could not tell if it was male or female. The elf started to fall to it's knees, and Jewel made a choice then and there, to aid this elf. She helped it to it's feet and put one arm around it's waist and together they left the tower and the battle behind. They moved as quickly as possible as one injured elf and one encumbered troll could move, making their way into the dark night.
Post by Skorva + Odd-thing, F cat bond on Aug 8, 2016
Swimming head, fuzzy vision....Breathing shallow, This elf maid struggles to open her heavy feeling eyes, she lock sends, ~**Moth...eh....Rrrrrr!**~ "Ouch! No good to send. Hurts!" She tells her self softly. Pressing her upper body raised with her arms she feels her legs are cold. She hears water and turns to see why her legs are cold. "Ah! good....Just in the river. Gotta move." She says to herself.
"Mother? Urgh...mother?!" Blearily looking about she licks her lips realizing it's a new day. Her Dame and her bond, no place in view or ear shot and sending is no use with her mind still lost in the groggy state of mind from the troll dust she was hit with and her body badly bruised from when her Mother was tossed full force at her knocking the wind out of her, then also hit with a full bag of pink troll sleeping dust, potently knocking her out for half a day and all of the night. About two ours later she could see the light or morning mildly changing the bark, midnight hues to shades or lighter dark blues and purples.
This was good. Trolls hate daylight, she remembered from when they had captured her and had taken her middle fingers for defying them and attempting to runaway. She took advantage of the moment. Where she is, the foot of the mountains along river, she rested up drinking from the river then undressing to wash up and sooth her sore bones and very bruised flesh and muscles, making it more easy to move and look for others, she hoped may be about. She had no idea anyone had left in boats or had been captured, but she had hoped, none had been taken by the Trolls.
She shivered at the thought. "Muck eaters, are a pain in my side." She yelled out loud in her frustration. "I got no good for any of em and if they took you Mother....High Ones guide my blades, I will take from them, more than fingers, I will take their eyes!" In her anger and pain, she called out in Feline for her Bond, if able to hear her.
When oddthing came purring, licking her as a welcome, the bond cat allowed Skorva onto it's back so she would not need to walk. The cat was bloody and Skorva rinsed most of it of of her bond before riding her she the cat would be more comfy. Seeing small sparrows chittering about Skorva uses her magic to have them scout the Holt area center and outskirts to see if anyone else like here is still around and moving. She did not want to find any dead at the moment, but part of her felt she might at some point happen upon the dead.
Feeling much better three hours after waking, she sent out to anyone listening. She was east of the River half way between the towers and the coast. She was heading towards the coast line and only a slow mosey padding stride since she is feeling so sore still, but highly more aware since the bath. Open sending to anyone in range of her... **I am Skorva, Sore but mostly able to get around with help from Oddthing, my bond, anyone else feeling well enough to move or need help or water? I have a full water skin.** she sent out now and then every couple of moments wide eyes and perked ears for any sign of the living.
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