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Annunfuiniel · 06-01-2003, 12:31 PM

Everything happened in a flash. What seemed like a huge sinister cloud came over Vráin and he had no time to wave his axe. There was a whistle in the air and then a heavy thud - the thought of yelling didn’t even form in the dwarf’s mind before all went black.

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"Gráin!" the sharp hiss broke into Gráin’s dream. "Vráin, Farin and Nalin are missing!"

No more words were needed. Gráin was up, axe in his hand as if the enemy lay right beside him. Indeed he had dreamed of a dark figure sneaking from the shadows and reaching for him. Still partly in a dream world he watched the surroundings with a fierce look in his gleaming eyes. Alcyávëiel stepped back startled by his gaze. Then she saw him coming back to himself and reached for his arm.

"Vráin is gone. And something took Farin and Nalin too. That something is heading that way." The elf beckoned behind Gráin, towards northeast.

That was enough information for him. When it came to his brother Gráin could seldom think straight. Now the unknown thread in the darkness pressed heavily on his heart – for him there was naught to consider and he run to the forest. By now the whole camp was in motion and the dwarf heard some footsteps following.

Not far from the campsite Gráin found a spot under a grey oak where grass had been trampled and bushes mauled. There, amid the mayhem shone something. Gráin bent and picked up an axe only too familiar for him. He had no need to examine the large footprints any closer either.

"Troll!" he cried out loud. "It’s a troll!"

Gráin was mad with worry. His brother had been captured by a bloodthirsty troll! These creatures were seldom seen in the Grey Mountains but everyone had heard stories of these gigantic beasts. Stupid they might be but still deadly for unthinking wanderers – like his brother. Gráin had no idea how to beat a troll towering twenty feet but that didn’t hinder him. His own double-edged axe in his right hand and Vráin’s similar weapon in his left he sought to hunt down the brute.

[ June 04, 2003: Message edited by: Annunfuiniel ]

06-01-2003, 12:31 PM	#8
Annunfuiniel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Something close like Shire Posts: 769	Everything happened in a flash. What seemed like a huge sinister cloud came over Vráin and he had no time to wave his axe. There was a whistle in the air and then a heavy thud - the thought of yelling didn’t even form in the dwarf’s mind before all went black. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Gráin!" the sharp hiss broke into Gráin’s dream. "Vráin, Farin and Nalin are missing!" No more words were needed. Gráin was up, axe in his hand as if the enemy lay right beside him. Indeed he had dreamed of a dark figure sneaking from the shadows and reaching for him. Still partly in a dream world he watched the surroundings with a fierce look in his gleaming eyes. Alcyávëiel stepped back startled by his gaze. Then she saw him coming back to himself and reached for his arm. "Vráin is gone. And something took Farin and Nalin too. That something is heading that way." The elf beckoned behind Gráin, towards northeast. That was enough information for him. When it came to his brother Gráin could seldom think straight. Now the unknown thread in the darkness pressed heavily on his heart – for him there was naught to consider and he run to the forest. By now the whole camp was in motion and the dwarf heard some footsteps following. Not far from the campsite Gráin found a spot under a grey oak where grass had been trampled and bushes mauled. There, amid the mayhem shone something. Gráin bent and picked up an axe only too familiar for him. He had no need to examine the large footprints any closer either. "Troll!" he cried out loud. "It’s a troll!" Gráin was mad with worry. His brother had been captured by a bloodthirsty troll! These creatures were seldom seen in the Grey Mountains but everyone had heard stories of these gigantic beasts. Stupid they might be but still deadly for unthinking wanderers – like his brother. Gráin had no idea how to beat a troll towering twenty feet but that didn’t hinder him. His own double-edged axe in his right hand and Vráin’s similar weapon in his left he sought to hunt down the brute. [ June 04, 2003: Message edited by: Annunfuiniel ] __________________ Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.