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Post by screwda on Dec 1, 2005 6:23:46 GMT -5
Screwda lay unconscious on the plains. A cool evening-breeze flew over the land. The air had cleared and the day was almost to it's end. A red sun had set in the far west. The air was a beautiful spectacle. Screwda saw nothing of this all, he saw nothing at all. He had fallen unconscious due total exhaustion. Some bait-eaters had gathered around Screwda's enormous body. They waited for their prey to pass away, which wouldn't take long anymore.
The sun was now almost disappeared behind the far western mountains. While thunderclouds covered the eastern mountains. This mountains where once Screwda's homelands. Here he'd lived among his fellow trolls, in better times. Long ago, before the roaming armies from Mordor came to hunt for trolls and take them as slaves, maddened slaves.
Screwda had escaped this faith. He'd fled to the land of humans, starting a few days ago. But his hope was faded since he'd only encountered murderous humans. Their nasty arrows had pierced Screwda's flesh, one was still stuck in his left leg. He was also chased by something worst than these humans. A black cloaked figure riding on a vicious Fellbeast attacked him. By faith did Screwda escape, nearly at the cost of his own life.
Dust had covered Screwda's body. This made him looks like a troll's corpse. Much sand was stirred together with his blood and dried up, covering his many scars. His final hours had begun. Only a miracle could save him now.
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Post by bloodfire on Dec 4, 2005 9:32:00 GMT -5
A human person, small of shape compared to the enormous body of Screwda, hustled over the plains. It looks like he's fleeing for someone, but in truth he is just making hurry. It could save his live.
His hunger wasn't stilled after working on the farm where he had taken some carrots, patatoes and crops. He had ate them all in two days, but now he had nothing to eat and his stumich forched him to look for some food.
"I...must...find...some..." he didnt come any further then that. His exhaustion has almost felled him untill he saw a small hill on the plains.
When he came closer, he saw it had a humanoid shape, only much bigger.
"What...cou.." he sighes
It was an Mordorian Troll, possibly at scouting for his master, Sauron. But Lein didn't know anything about Mordor, Trolls and the War of the Ring, only that his father died by accident. In truth he was killed by Mordors forces when they tried to take Osgiliath in an unsuccesfull attack.
Next to the Trolls body, Lein fell on his kneel, exhausted from not eating or drinking a long time. He inspected the body as good his consioness allowed him.
Nothing, no food, no water. maybe he had to drink the Trolls blood or fluid in his mouth, but that was only the last escape. Eating the bair-eaters wasn't a very good idea at all. But he was forced, by his stumich. He tapped at the body, causing the dust on the longdead Troll to fall of the body. Lein looked at his face, an ugly stinking head with yellow teeth.
"No..can't eat this mess, i rather die..." he said while he tries to push away the ernormous body, which failed since he was to weak.
"i...think i face the same fate as this....ugly thing here."
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Post by screwda on Dec 12, 2005 6:57:54 GMT -5
It was not Screwda's eye who gazed at Lein form a distance. A young looking elven woman peeped over a hill of sand. She was finally recovered from the shock she felt and searched the plains for any sign of the living. She had found Screwda and saw a stenchy carcass in the first place. A second view made her realize that this disguising beast had saved her from
on of the Nazgul.
She stood wondering next to Screwda when a dot at the horizon appeared. She hid in fear because she expected the Nazgul to return, but this was clearly no Nazgul. It was a human, a young male. He was obviously exhausted, dehydrated and starving. She saw him looking at the troll. Maybe he wanted to kill the creature and be rewarded for it. This might not happen.
She walked forward to Lein and spoke softly to him.
"Please, don't hurt him. He might look like a disgusting and evil beast but in truth he saved my life."
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Post by bloodfire on Dec 19, 2005 8:09:56 GMT -5
Lein looked at the handsome elven woman. He knew the elven race, but have never met one in first person.
"What....is he?"
He wasnt able to say alot more due to his exhaustion.
"Is he evil? why....you want it alive then?..who and what is he?"
He fell on his knees before the woman, grabbing her feet as a sign of inferiousity.
"Who...are you, M'lady. Please help me.."
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Post by estelarana on Jun 25, 2006 23:03:53 GMT -5
((Dunno if either of you guys are around anymore... *pokes with stick* Let's see....))
Sodriel looked at the unfolding scene from the top of a nearby hill, her elf-eyes taking in the near-dead troll, the near-unconscious human, and the pleading elf. "Wow, I wonder what the story is behind this one," she murmured to herself.
Quickly, Sodri ran down the hill into the valley and stopped by the trio. "It looks as if there is something amiss here," she called out. "Is it hunger, illness, battle wounds, lovesickness, or merely desperation of a pitiful man who has never met a woman before?" Sodri took a glimpse of the man, groveling with his face in the earth, and at the elf, indignation written on her features. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sodri cut her off, enjoying her bitter tirade too much to pause.
"Oh, I know; this man saw you through his window before, and he has now attacked this troll and fallen at your feet in some desperate attempt to win your heart?" she half-stated, half-asked. "Firion na-gemb," Sodri spat.
((If either of you are still around, this should fire things up a bit...))
Translation:
Firion na-gemb: Mortal man is sickly
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