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The search for a body
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 6:07 am
by Shifty
It was with heavy hearts and grim faces that a dwarven search party forayed into the area around Silverbrand in hopes of finding their lost brother.
Shifty glanced at his companions, his eyes still bloodshot through a combination of heavy drinking and tears; King Ghorn Gemfist strode with purpose, and Belgram sturdy as ever scanned the craggy mountain tops, hoping and dreading to find the body of the missing dwarf Trom Truebeard.
Shifty cast his thoughts back to the troll that he had fought in the hopes of avenging his friend. Never have I been seein' such a strong type o' Troll That day had left him bloodied, beaten and full of despair.
Three days of heavy drinking in the halls of Silverbrand had followed, and it had only been with Belgram's assistance that Shifty had finally managed to face the surface world once more.
He glanced again at his companions, glad that he had found new brothers where he dreaded he had lost one already.
The search continued...
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 6:26 am
by Ghorn
With his axe ready Ghorn was walking and climbing through the mountains around Silverbrand, searching for Trom.
It was hours ago when he and Belgram split up, searching different areas of his realm. But even after hours of climbing through the mountains he showed no fatigue.
The thought of a loyal ciitizen of him, a friend, needing his help dragged him forward, not letting him rest for a minute.
While he searched in every cleft and under every rock spur he was thinking about what happened.
A troll entered his realm, and have dared to attacked his citizens. A damn creature from the forrest, stronger than any other troll they met.
His gaze becomes more grim and he continued to search, promising that he will make that green mossbastards pay for that.
Ghorns shouts for Trom echoing through the mountains
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:29 pm
by Trom Truebeard
The return of consciousness comes hard for Trom Truebeard. He opens one eye, the other buried behind a painful mass of swollen bruises and ruptured skin.
Through a bloody red tint and a galaxy of dancing white sparks he can just make out a sliver of night sky high above him framed by the steep walls of the chasm that he lies sprawled at the bottom of.
A jumbled collection of memories bombard him. A great shadow casting over him as he came up out of the mountain hall after a rewarding day at the forge. A furious an unexpected battle fought and lost all too shamefully fast. A terrifying sensation of weightless as his broken body was hoisted into the air followed by a seemingly endless fall…
Suddenly Trom hears someone calling out for him. He can barely manage a feeble groan in dazed recognition as his own name echoes around the chasm before quickly fading to a whisper then trailing off to silence.
He tries to move, to sit up and inspect the damp stickiness that’s encrusted to the back of his head, but a great wave of nausea crashes over him. And pain; pain so terrible and great that his mind has no option but to retreat from the shock and welcome the emptiness of unconsciousness as a blessing.
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:41 pm
by Belgram
Belgram sits on the peak of the mountain and shakes his head, such thoughts and feelings he had never had. Never had he been encountered with the death of a friend. Belgram thought to himself the chances were slight, even impossible yet he waited and looked out upon the moutains of this cold night.
Still plunged in darkness Belgram calls out, his words echo down the mountain and over the fields of grass, ending up as a slightly whisper over most of the island. He yells again, his throat tingling "Trom!". He sits in sorrows as he expects no reply yet still he remains silent to receive the most quiet call of help.