The Young Elf
Posted 06 December 2005 - 09:15 AM
Mark suddenly woke up suddenly, chilling spears running all over his spine and bathed in cold sweat. His young companion was sleeping besides him. Cursing, he was about to wake her up, when all of a sudden he heard a sound behind him. In an instant de ducked, rolled and grabbed his greatsword rising just in time to meet the gaze of hooded man, twin daggers glistening in the starlight. Thoughts scrambled and raced through his head. In all his years of fighing, he never got used to the feeling gave by an adrenaline rush, when death seemed like a tangible presence. Only it wasn't going to be his blood spilled tonight.
Posted 06 December 2005 - 05:20 PM
The troll looked at him solemnly, and sat down at his collection of rocks, and what looked like skulls. Methodically, and with a weird sense of rhythm, he began to beat them together. It was odd, but kind of enjoyable. He tried not to think of where the skulls had come from.
After a while, the troll seemed to have finished, and looked at him. Jesq realised that some sort of response was required. "Good, mate," he said. "Kind of .. interesting. Not bad," The troll ducked his head at the compliment. The harsh voice issued from the mouth which seemed to stretch about halfway 'round the troll's head. All the better to eat you with, he thought, before he could help himself. "Name .. Looserocks..." the troll said solemnly, extending his hand. Recognising this custom, the young elf reached over and shook the troll's hand. "Jesq", he said. The troll's eyes went all crinkly again. Gloomy and reserved, Jesq didn't make friends easily. Realising that he was not going to be eaten any time soon, the boy smiled tentatively. Everything was kind of ok with the world.
Posted 09 December 2005 - 02:24 PM
"Who are you?" The girl demanded more surprised than scared.
"Tell me who you are then will tell you who I am." The stranger responded although there was a slight shift in his posture, seemingly less tense at the sight of the girl.
"I asked you first." She glared at him almost childlishly.
"Fine then." The man nearly shrugged. "What are you two doing on my outpost?"
"Your outpost?" Elleith didn't know what to make of it. "This is a hill. We were travelling to the city but the night came and we needed a place to sleep so we stopped here."
"You could have stopped at the nearby inn. Why weren't you following the road?" He continued questioning.
Elleith looked at him like he was insane. "We were told all kinds of thugs and murders are guaring the road at night. We're not crazy to go into a trap. Speaking of thugs..." She eyed him suspiciously. "Someone who wears a cloak and carries daggers seems to be..."
She was interpted by amused chuckle and to her surprise the man removed his hood and unclasped a hook on his cloak making him more visible. He was wearing simple country clothes. His face was wind and sun tested and his hair were wheat color. "My father and my brothers and I own this land. This is a closest large pasture to the city, because the desert is so close." He gestured towards a wooden house on the other side of the large field where some animals were grazing. "This hill is perfect to oversee our land. I can detect danger from here. As you said so youself, there are lots of bandits around and a simple herder should also be a warrior. I expected you two to be troble."
Elleith nodded. "We won't be any trouble. Sorry if we trasspassed. We will leave now." Ellieth poked Mark who remained where he was throughout the conversation holding his sword in a fighting position. "Well, are you coming?" She asked.
Posted 09 December 2005 - 04:37 PM
After quietly walking for 15 minutes, he grabbed the young girl's arm and whispered:
"Let's stop for a moment, I have something to tell you."
The girl nodded. Mark sat on a rock, removed his backpack and rummaged inside. He withdrew from there the elven arrow, a small bag of gold, the strange piece of paper, and several maps.
"Now," Mark said "I'm not sure what you've dragged me into. But I'll expect an explanation soon enough, or else I might have only your corpse to protect. I've had the feeling we were being watched back in the forest where we first met. The feeling waned gradually, but left me jumping at my own shadow." Mark paused for a moment to think, then he continued.
"This is an elven arrow. Exceptionally fletched, and very deadly. I found it in the merchant's cart, along with this bag of gold. The arrow was placed there. Then this piece of paper. Normally I wouldn't pay attention to such things, but paper is a rare commodity, and especially high quality one. In fact, the closest city that manufactures paper is at least 20 days from here on horseback. But... take a look on its back. This resembles some kind of seal. And the writing on it... I've only seen it once before, on some papers a stranger brought to our garrison for our commander. He called himself a [i]math-ee-math-itch-in[i] or something like that. If nothing else, it's a curious oddity, but my gut tells me it's much more than that. I'm not sure, but I think that all of there tie somehow. Do you know something that I should?"
Posted 04 May 2006 - 07:19 AM
The troll nodded sagely, and bounded to his feet. "Come..." he said. Jesq looked at him, puzzled; the troll beckoned again. "Where are we going ?" "Adventure," the troll replied, with his crinkly grin. They set off down the road.
Posted 04 May 2006 - 07:35 AM
"Human .. hide..." the troll said. From what he could tell, the question didn't require much in the way of a response, and for some reason he was having trouble finding his voice; perhaps it had something to do with the fact his collar was up around his ears, and his heart was in his throat. Slowly, but not too slowly, he formulated a response. "I was waiting to see what I was getting myself into there." The troll peered at him and let him down, still holding him by the collar. "What .. want ?" Givld glanced at the boy, who was regarding him a little unnervingly also; maybe a dragon would have been preferable, he thought. Carefully, he answered. Listening slowly, the troll broke into a rather unnerving grin. Givld preferred not to know exactly what was stuck between several of his teeth; there seemed to be still some hair attached to some of it..
"Come .. us" the troll said, loosening his grip on Givld's collar. He gladly complied.