Book 8: Act 1 - The Troubles of Men
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Ruins of Men and Trolls: Round 3-4
With a groan, Gerwald tries to push himself up off the ground. His hands seem to only want to sink deeper in the mud as he finds himself beaten and bruised, lying once again in the muck of the swamp. He tries once more to get up, struggles and then somehow manages to stand, every breath painful. He struggles to focus his eyes on the troll, trying decide what to do and if he has any strength left to do anything.
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Ruins of Men and Trolls: Round 3-4
Varuthil hisses with frustration and looses another arrow at the stone troll. She hopes they can take it out soon, because they are not faring well. Soon, she may need to set aside her bow and defend herself with her sword.
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Finn collects his blade, and looks at Gerwald who is knocked back again into the mud and is panting hard, but still is in the fight. Any one hit by the troll is going to be hurting for days, even if they manage to avoid any fatal wounds.
Then Glirion charges in, spear in hand, and nearly spits the troll on the end of the point. The blow is deflected at the last moment, opening up a bloody scratch instead of a fatal blow.
Varuthil fires off one of her last arrows into the chest of the troll. Again it seems its terrible hide keeps the arrow from doing its true potential in damage. The great mud covered stone troll is howling in pain but it looks like it might fight on.
Then a new arrival comes. Having been by nearby combat, Heva a new arrival, leaps through the brush, bow and axe in hand. A large shape stands surrounded by smaller ones, Men, or Elves, against something like a troll. It doesn't matter. Her bow is raised, the axe laying at her side, and between breaths, the arrow flies.
The shot pierces the troll's hide in shoulder, where it promptly snaps it off with a snarl. You have been like bees against a badger, little by little you have wounded it and caused it enough suffering that with a bellowing scream it turns and yanks down a tree to block the way toward it as it attempts to flee back into the swampy wilds of Mirkwood and the Long Marshes.
Then Glirion charges in, spear in hand, and nearly spits the troll on the end of the point. The blow is deflected at the last moment, opening up a bloody scratch instead of a fatal blow.
Varuthil fires off one of her last arrows into the chest of the troll. Again it seems its terrible hide keeps the arrow from doing its true potential in damage. The great mud covered stone troll is howling in pain but it looks like it might fight on.
Then a new arrival comes. Having been by nearby combat, Heva a new arrival, leaps through the brush, bow and axe in hand. A large shape stands surrounded by smaller ones, Men, or Elves, against something like a troll. It doesn't matter. Her bow is raised, the axe laying at her side, and between breaths, the arrow flies.
The shot pierces the troll's hide in shoulder, where it promptly snaps it off with a snarl. You have been like bees against a badger, little by little you have wounded it and caused it enough suffering that with a bellowing scream it turns and yanks down a tree to block the way toward it as it attempts to flee back into the swampy wilds of Mirkwood and the Long Marshes.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Varuthil looks with surprise on the new arrival and says, "Thank you for your aid," in a flat, cold voice, before turning to her companions and asking, "Is anyone badly injured? Does anyone need their wounds treated?" in the same flat, cold voice.
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"I'm tired, but let's check on Gerwald," replies Finn. Hild is already moving toward the Beorning when Finn turns and bows, "Thank you kindly," he says to the newcomer, "And what brings you out here in the wild to save our necks?"
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"I am fine; it is Gerwald I fear for." Glirion spares only a glance at the newcomer at first, quickly turning his attention to their companion.
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Varuthil goes to Gerwald and begins examining his wounds, taking out her herbs and bandages, and treating him as best she can. She speaks only to give him directions, her touch is firm but surprisingly gentle. For now, she ignores the new-comer, letting the others talk to her and focusing on the job at hand.
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Gerwald winces at every touch and prod. He feels like a boulder has landed on him. He is fairly certain a few ribs are cracked, but he is still able to stand slowly. He will be sore for some time, but he is still alive and doesn't believe he is dying. Overall an acceptable outcome from two blows from a troll.
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A tall woman with light red hair steps forward, bending to retrieve the long axe she dropped as she arrived, "You're welcome," she responds to the thanks, then responding to Finn, "I was camped not far off, and Mother always taught we should help where we can," she looks at the first aid going on and decides she can't contribute, "I'm Heva, some call me the Hornet," she gestures with the greatbow.
Fantasy is the exercise bike of the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I might be wrong.
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Finn nods, "Ah, are you of the Woodmen, then? We are headed to Ceawin's steading, of the East Bight. Do you know him?"