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The Holy Tree of the trolls // Der heilige Baum der Trolle
Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 5:55 pm
by Jupiter
*written on doors directly, written on stones, written on walls, written even on roads - probably no one will end his day without seeing this writing somewhere*
The Holy Tree of the trolls got cut. Its roots dug out.
Beware - the trolls will never forgive this act.
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*auf Türen direkt geschrieben, auf Steine geschrieben, an Wände geschrieben, sogar auf die Straßen geschrieben - es wird wohl keiner seinen Tag enden lassen, ohne diese gesehen zu haben*
Der heilige Baum der Trolle wurde gefällt. Dessen Wurzeln ausgegraben.
Die Trolle werden diesem Akt nie vergeben.
Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 3:33 pm
by Naerwyn
It is said that burnt offerings have been found at the site of the destruction, and the trolls of the area seem to be organizing..
Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 3:41 pm
by Thrym
Walks through the Western woods in meditative thought, a chill breeze blowing over his darkly-cloaked figure. As he moves to fold his arms within the cloth of his cloak, he notices the writing on a nearby tree. There is no expression to be seen on his face, but his uncharacteristic haste as he heads North leaves no doubt that this is a disturbing matter...
Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 5:11 pm
by Rhianna Morgan
Aarya flew on her way to Merung as it happened. Like a sharp cut through her lungs, the pain crushed her, throwing her fragile tiny figure towards the earth. It was but in the last second that she managed to stop her own fall. Tumbling and landing, she got to her feet, lucky to have save ground underneath them.
"Merung won't be there when I arrive..." she whsipered, listening to her surroundings, having to share their pain as if it was the one of her very body. "Something terrible has happened... who would do something like this..."
Flying back up, she rested on a trees branch and palmed it, trying to comfort herself aswell as nature. But this was not the end. Suddenly, dark anger made her eyes glisten dangerously. She had never felt this feeling, never wanted to harm, but now she wanted to, like every other creature of nature in that brief, so important moment. Her hate ebbed away as soon as it came, being replaced by sorrow. But she knew the trolls' hate had just been lit.
Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:24 pm
by Thrym
The world seemed to have a slight silent ring to it as Alvis speedily headed for the druid house. The ringing was comparable to the feeling in one's ear after it has recieved a blow -- but it applied for the entire land. Tension was everywhere this day. Clouds gathered lazily above. Something was bound to happen.
Alvis arrived at the druid house, which he found to be empty, but the door open. Stepping into the now windswept and darkened hall, he made his way into the back where some of his things were kept. Relaxing thunder rolled through the area. After gathering a little food, Alvis stopped to look in one of the druid books. Unsatisfied with its contents, however, he put it back hastily and swung his light pack over his cloak, which he then fastened. He placed parchment and ink on the table in the center of the room, and hastily wrote down a message which he did not bother to seal. Folding this up, he left the druid house with a purposeful gait, closing the door behind him, and leaving all within to silence. Then as a light rain pattered against the windows, thunder rolled again.
Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:39 pm
by Achae Eanstray
Brushing off some stray pine-needles having come from deep in the forest, Achae takes purposeful steps toward the druid house. The satisfaction upon seeing the whispering tree standing tall and proud still etched across her face in a smile until stopping to read a sign strangely posted in the middle of the road. Brushing off enough dirt to be able to read the letters, her hazel eyes widen in disbelief as the parchment drops unnoticed to the ground.
Who would do such a thing, the trolls are protected by the druids!
Quickly turning from her path she runs toward the harbor waiting for a ferry to Tol Vanima impatiently.
We need to meet and decide what to do.