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Pryd.Kaylin
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An arrow shot passed the elf, as he shot up the steep climb into the Jamtland mountains. The path had started to become close to vertical at points, though such climbs were ne`er a problem for an agile creature of the woods.
No the escape from the foul smelling prisons of Midgard had been the hardest part, it had required all his guile and stealth to escape that hell hole. One particular name burned in his mind, Thing! The wily little kobold had put pay to several escape attempts before this one. Fortunatly he had taken the day off, and the elfs chance was upon him.
Gliding swiftly he had snuck past the prison guards and border guards, it would have been a flawless escape had it not been for a rather vigilant dwarf in the forest beyond the great border gate. He has spotted the elf and the chase had been on since, the run was perilous enough, without a small army hunting him.
The memories faded and the elf stopped for a brief intake of the surroundings, it had been months since he had traveresed the mountains and he was unsure of his way.
Hope was dimming for him, he was lost and alone, and his fellows of the woods must have thought him dead by now. He had been taken fast and had no chance to leave a message to his friends of where he had gone, taken with no hope of rescue.
The snap of a twig further down the slop behind caused him to hide behind a close bush. Quietly he watched his path, as two dwarfs, a troll and a norseman walked up, they had found his foot prints! Curse himself for being so foolish, he drew a sharp piece of metal he had found discarded near the bone eater oracles, he would die before going back to the prisons.
The troll lumbered closer, it looked puzzled as it came to where his tracks ended in the snow, calling to the others for help. The norseman came, unshouldering his bow he knelt and looked about.
"Come out, we know your here!", he shouted.
The evening silently responded with ignorance, not a sound could be heard.
One of the dwarfs turned to the norse, looking wearily it whispered, "We need to go, we need to go now, i dont hear a damned thing. Something is close, something big!"
The troll looked more puzzled, why would the animals being quiet signify anything other than them not wanting to talk?
The silence was broken by a deafening howl of voices as arrows flew past the midgardians. Elves and Celts lept from hidden areas swords drawn, and lusting for foreign blood.
The troll charged the newly appeared foe, shouting out war cries, the norse and the dwarfs turned and ran as fast as they could away from the larger force of hibernians.
Fearlessly the troll lashed out with one fist, throwing a celt sideways then swung clumsly towards the elf with a great axe. The elf nimbly stepped aside and bought down the sword hilt accross the trolls temple, forcing it to its knees.
The troll struggled to get to its feet, but was forced back down as a dozen or more elves, celts and firbolgs kept him subdued. The group leader an elf approached and looked the troll up and down, then spoke.
"Why are your people out scouring the mountains so? What is it they fear so much in their own lands?!"
"Mees no tells you nuthins!" spat the troll.
"Our scouts have reported no unusual Albion activity, and our war parties are certainly not close enough to be of threat, so I shall ask you again, why is your army out in the mountains as if they lost something?"
"And mees still nots tells you pansy ears nuthins!"
The troll looked sullenly at the elf, who sighed a deep breath.
"Kill it, we have to move on, it wont be long before reinforcements come to find us."
Quickly one of the elves drew his blade and severed the trolls head from its body with a single blow. The flawlesness of the kill was undoubtable, this band had had experience in executions before.
The party began to ready to move, bows were shouldered, swords sheathed as they all picked up what was theirs, and left no trace of having been there.
Then the bush spoke, "Stop! Wait! Please dont leave, I must get away from here!"
Speedily the withered form of the escaped elf emerged from the bush, "Please dont leave me to be recaptured by these monsters!"
The leading elf turned and blinked in disbelief, he had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasnt hallucinating. He walked over and eyed the elf up and down once more to be sure of his initial assessment.
The head elf moved swiftly to the withered elf and ushered him towards the others, "Quickly we dont have long before they come back, I will save my questions for later. But once we are out of danger you must tell me how it came to be that you are still alive. We saw you fall that night at Avarkr Faste, tuly it is a marvel that you are still alive. The fabled killer of our enemies, It is good to see you alive Kaylin!"
And with that the party departed with an agility and grace unmatched by any other race of beings.
No the escape from the foul smelling prisons of Midgard had been the hardest part, it had required all his guile and stealth to escape that hell hole. One particular name burned in his mind, Thing! The wily little kobold had put pay to several escape attempts before this one. Fortunatly he had taken the day off, and the elfs chance was upon him.
Gliding swiftly he had snuck past the prison guards and border guards, it would have been a flawless escape had it not been for a rather vigilant dwarf in the forest beyond the great border gate. He has spotted the elf and the chase had been on since, the run was perilous enough, without a small army hunting him.
The memories faded and the elf stopped for a brief intake of the surroundings, it had been months since he had traveresed the mountains and he was unsure of his way.
Hope was dimming for him, he was lost and alone, and his fellows of the woods must have thought him dead by now. He had been taken fast and had no chance to leave a message to his friends of where he had gone, taken with no hope of rescue.
The snap of a twig further down the slop behind caused him to hide behind a close bush. Quietly he watched his path, as two dwarfs, a troll and a norseman walked up, they had found his foot prints! Curse himself for being so foolish, he drew a sharp piece of metal he had found discarded near the bone eater oracles, he would die before going back to the prisons.
The troll lumbered closer, it looked puzzled as it came to where his tracks ended in the snow, calling to the others for help. The norseman came, unshouldering his bow he knelt and looked about.
"Come out, we know your here!", he shouted.
The evening silently responded with ignorance, not a sound could be heard.
One of the dwarfs turned to the norse, looking wearily it whispered, "We need to go, we need to go now, i dont hear a damned thing. Something is close, something big!"
The troll looked more puzzled, why would the animals being quiet signify anything other than them not wanting to talk?
The silence was broken by a deafening howl of voices as arrows flew past the midgardians. Elves and Celts lept from hidden areas swords drawn, and lusting for foreign blood.
The troll charged the newly appeared foe, shouting out war cries, the norse and the dwarfs turned and ran as fast as they could away from the larger force of hibernians.
Fearlessly the troll lashed out with one fist, throwing a celt sideways then swung clumsly towards the elf with a great axe. The elf nimbly stepped aside and bought down the sword hilt accross the trolls temple, forcing it to its knees.
The troll struggled to get to its feet, but was forced back down as a dozen or more elves, celts and firbolgs kept him subdued. The group leader an elf approached and looked the troll up and down, then spoke.
"Why are your people out scouring the mountains so? What is it they fear so much in their own lands?!"
"Mees no tells you nuthins!" spat the troll.
"Our scouts have reported no unusual Albion activity, and our war parties are certainly not close enough to be of threat, so I shall ask you again, why is your army out in the mountains as if they lost something?"
"And mees still nots tells you pansy ears nuthins!"
The troll looked sullenly at the elf, who sighed a deep breath.
"Kill it, we have to move on, it wont be long before reinforcements come to find us."
Quickly one of the elves drew his blade and severed the trolls head from its body with a single blow. The flawlesness of the kill was undoubtable, this band had had experience in executions before.
The party began to ready to move, bows were shouldered, swords sheathed as they all picked up what was theirs, and left no trace of having been there.
Then the bush spoke, "Stop! Wait! Please dont leave, I must get away from here!"
Speedily the withered form of the escaped elf emerged from the bush, "Please dont leave me to be recaptured by these monsters!"
The leading elf turned and blinked in disbelief, he had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasnt hallucinating. He walked over and eyed the elf up and down once more to be sure of his initial assessment.
The head elf moved swiftly to the withered elf and ushered him towards the others, "Quickly we dont have long before they come back, I will save my questions for later. But once we are out of danger you must tell me how it came to be that you are still alive. We saw you fall that night at Avarkr Faste, tuly it is a marvel that you are still alive. The fabled killer of our enemies, It is good to see you alive Kaylin!"
And with that the party departed with an agility and grace unmatched by any other race of beings.
