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Prologue Peace. It is an uncommon feeling for trolls, and it always has been. Be it their infighting before elves first landed on their shores, the Troll Wars when they pushed the elves back, or the annihilation of nearly all of their species when humans landed and overwhelmed them with sheer numbers. But one is feeling it now. The troll is patrolling around his tribes camp, having been assigned to watch for the night. But tonight is silent. The moonlight filters down through the treetops to the forest floor in small slivers, and the wind whistles lightly through the treetops far above. The peace will not last long. Snap .The trolls ears perk up, his body instantaneously alert to any danger. It came from the South. The troll begins to move that way, readying himself for an animal attack. There are no rival tribes to the South, only the edge of the forest and the border of Arcanian lands. And no humans would willingly venture into the Great Forest at night, when the trolls there have the known advantage. And yet a human it is. One human, unarmoured and, by the looks of things, alone, running headlong into The Great Forest with no apparent thought for the danger. Deciding that the human is in fact alone, and no danger, and yet eager to kill something, the troll silently follows the human. He could not maintain that pace for much longer, he already looked thoroughly winded. Sure enough, not five minutes later, the troll’s future dinner had to break. He has run himself too hard though, needing to double up to ease the cramps he no doubt was feeling. Trolls had no such weakness. No matter, stupidity and weakness do nothing to dull the flavour. The troll positions himself hidden not three meters from the unawares human, thinking only of his soon-to-be meal. Quickly and deftly slipping out from cover, he leaps…
Chapter One And yet, somehow, the human twists away at the last second, barely dodging as the brutish troll’s massive greatsword swings where his head was half a beat ago. He rolls up in to a crouch, drawing a small dagger and turning towards the tusked face of his attacker. The troll laughs; the human’s weapon is no match for his own. Still, showing spirit, the human gathers himself and charges towards the arms of death. The troll is taken aback for a brief moment by this daring move, delaying his block by half a second. The human uses this to his advantage, jumping inside the troll’s guard and leaving a long gash on his dark green side before slipping out again. The troll roars in frustration, resizing his opponent. The gash in his side is far from lethal, and will hardly slow him down. But he had expected this to be nothing more than a quick run and one clean stroke of his sword. Roaring once again, the troll charges in, swinging his sword. This time the human did jump backwards, though not as smoothly as he had hoped. Tripping on a tree root, He falls backwards, hitting his head on a rock. Dazed but not out, he rolls quickly to the right, dodging the downward thrust the troll was making. He then rolls to a crouch and launches himself forward, striking his dagger into the trolls upper right chest, right where the heart is. The troll stumbles backwards, clutching at the dagger but not removing it. Slowly, he collapses. The threat seemingly dealt with, the human runs off again. **************************************** Sometime later, the human had to stop. He didn’t want to, but he had been running a long time and needed rest. But stopping would give him time to think about the past day, and that, he did not want to do. He set to work constructing a makeshift camp for the night, one that would provide protection and also go unnoticed. He tried to focus him mind on the troll he had fought. He knew he was overlooking an important detail there, but what? Having finished his little redoubt, he had no choice but to eventually surrender to the desire to sleep. He awoke to the entirely unpleasant feel of cold steel on his neck and a massive weight on his chest. He thought at first the troll sitting on him with the same greatsword pressed to his throat that the troll from earlier was in fact, the same one, but dismissed the idea quickly as a mistake in the twilight. He had killed that one, hadn’t he? But as the troll shifted the light fell differently on his chest and face, and our human had to suppress a gasp, as doing so would have sliced his throat, so tightly the sword was held. Not only did the troll have the same features, but he still had the humans dagger plunged into his heart. As he wondered at this, he failed to notice the troll pull back his other arm, and also failed to notice the fist come crashing into his face.
Chapter Two The smell of smoke drifted into his nostrils, slowly waking him up. Slowly he opened his eyes farther than the sliver they had been and looked around. Instantly a sense of vertigo overtook him. As it turns out he was suspended upside down a good twenty feet over a bonfire, with one rope tied to each foot and one to each hand in a nice X shape, not firmly planted on the ground as he had thought. He allowed himself a moment to be thankful that at least the wind was keeping the smoke from him, or else he likely would have choked and never woken up. Voices mixed with pain came to him now, as his senses began to return. Tastes gooder burned slow an nice. I hungry now, us eat him now! Burned slow! Then heat get through. Don’t care! I hungry now! You always hungry. Shut it, both you! I in charge here! I want alive and moving when I bite into, so no burn him and no eat while he sleeping! Forcing his mind to ignore the troll’s voices discussing his future, he turned it to thoughts of escape. The fact that he was naked save for a loincloth that was not his own told him that he had been searched, and that he no longer had his spare dagger with him. His other option was magical prowess and his skill with that had always been... lacking... to say the least. He had never sought to develop it because if he did he would very likely be shipped off to the University and he didn’t much fancy spending the next thirty or so years of his life surrounded by giant stone walls and ever watched by the Templars that resided there. Still, what choice did he have? The Templars would be a problem for later, and besides, its not like they’d know he used magic just once. Even completely unhoned he felt sure he could slowly burn the rope attached to his hands so he could climb up or down and slip away. He just had to wait for the right opportunity **************************************** About three hours later the trolls seemed to be getting bored or tired, which one he wasn’t sure, not that it really mattered to him anyway, as long as they went away. He had only made out three so far through the smoke and was beginning to hope that’s all there was. Very soon after thinking that he was proven wrong, as a troll suddenly swung out of nowhere and clung to his arms, putting her face right up next to his. “Boo!” “Aghhh!!” he screamed. Damn. It happened too fast, he couldn’t help himself. “Eheheh… ey mans looks like your dinnah been awake for awhile and foolin ya.” Started the newcomer, still hanging off of him, “’Course is no big surprise he fooled those of ya dubious intelligence.” The leader of the trio spoke up, pretending to be only mildly annoyed and not embarrassed at all and failing badly at that. “What you want Zehali? What it to ya what we do wit ar catch?” “Your catch? I heard big bossman Rohu gave this fella to ya. Or is he a liar?” All she got in response was low growling, which made her flash a smile. “Regardless, you better eat it fast, he’s on way here I hear. That being said, the troll called Zehali jumped up into the low branches and swung away on some branches just as another troll walked into his view. This troll he knew, first by face, and now by name. Rohu. The same one he had fought earlier, and who had caught up to him in his sleep. Who was twirling in his hands the still-bloody dagger around in front of the hole in his chest where it had recently been. And suddenly he remembered the detail he had forgotten earlier. Troll’s have two hearts.
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