Trolls' Plight: Dead RP.

[The Skarzs]

OOC: No; Let's just say that Romsca is catching up to our time.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Oh, okay.

[Jetthebinturong]

"Oh, my name's Bryony Bluescales. I once knew a Fae whose name was Ximoz the Stupid. He got too close to a fire once, though. He roasted. I don't think you would do something like that, though. I'm pretty sure I'm the only herbivore....It does get rather lonely sometimes."

"Well nice to properly make your acquaintance Bryony Bluesc- Hang on, did you say you met a Fae whose name was Ximoz the Stupid? Oh that has Volos written ALL over it. Our names come from a language long since lost and we were assured no creature would ever share our names." The dragon snorted "I tell you, if I weren't on a mission at the the moment I would go back to the Citadel just to pay him back for that"
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Pyrus flew around a rock and found himself looking at a wildcat, he had not expected this "Um... Hello"

[Romsca]

OOC: Yep, I'm just catching up

BIC: Asher wandered farther into the cave. He drew his sword. He entered a cavern and saw the snow troll.

[Cornflower MM]

"Who's Volos?" Bryony asked, looking at Ximoz with her head tilted to one side.....Then saw a strand of moss hanging above her head, and jumped to get it. You see, mosses, grasses, and tree barks weren't very filling.

[The Skarzs]

Nagrom pumped the bellows, making the fire burn brightly. Taking the glowing metal from it, the Troll Lord pounded it into shape, forming the deadly edges of a war axe.
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Skipper Rudge inspected the pile of javelins he had accumulated down in the cellars; some were old, some were newly made. Satisfied, he settled down on a flour sack to rest; tomorrow, he and his crew would do some troll hunting.

[Romsca]

The snow troll was fixing his sword. It was partly made of ice, which was melting due to the approaching summer. He had to remake one every year, but he always tried to make it last as long as possible. At least he always had his club.

He paused in his fixing of his sword (it couldn't exactly be called forging) when he heard a noise. He looked up and saw a fox with a drawn sword standing at his cavern entrance. Angered, the troll grabbed his club, bellowed, and charged at the fox.

[Norham Waterpaw]

Charlin was nervous. Both trolls and woodlanders were preparing for battle. This would be a bloodbath remembered for centuries. He clmbed a near tree, and waited, waiting for the tension to snap. Starting this bloody and pointless war.

[Romsca]

Asher threw down his sword in fright and turned to run. The troll grabbed him by his cape and he nearly choked.

[The Skarzs]

OOC: When should it be the next day? I thought I should ask you guys.

[Jetthebinturong]

OOC: Well I don't think it would take as long as even one night for Ximoz and Bryony to get to the caves, they're very close so my recommendation is after they arrive at the caves because I don't think anyone else was really doing anything except Wylder's character or maybe Nagrom if there was a purpose for him forging that weapon

[The Skarzs]

OOC: I think, when everyone is at the cave and settled down, I will make it morning. Nagrom is just doing that because there was not much else to post about him.

[Romsca]

OOC: Is the snow troll's cave near your cave?

BIC: Asher begged the troll not to kill him.

[The Skarzs]

OOC: It's higher up the mountain; Nagrom's cave is at it's base.

[Wylder Treejumper]

Fissk peered curiously at the elf. "You triggered my wards around the cave. you are lucky I hadn't set any real ward, or you would be fried right now. So, elf. Why are you here? Elves rarely have dealings with other creatures, as they consider themselves... superior," he said as a matter of fact.