doghead
thotd
There is no doubt that you would have died beneath the flashing knives, long spears and bloody axes of the men of Earl Tahnurson had it not been for the intervention of the Witching Troll. The last remnants of Earl Eogan's party, you escaped the slaughter of that night only to find yourself fleeing through the black forest hunted like animals by Tahnurson's hounds and men. Exhausted, wounded and out of ammunition and spells, it was only a matter of time before you were run to ground and killed.
The Witching Troll's offer was simple: a year and a day of service in return for the rest of your life. Exactly what happened next remains hard to recall. You remember clearly the touch of the night breeze, the feel of the cool moist soil and hard rocks under your feet, the refreshing draught of water drawn from deep within the ground. The braying hounds and men with torches flowed straight past you, unseeing, without stopping.
Then it was morning. The Witching Troll was gone. Only Khirynnax remained, crouching beside a small fire preparing a hot drink to start the day with. Khirynnax who had appeared some time after you escaped Earl Tahnurson's men and fled into the forest. Swift of foot and keen of eye, Khirynnax had lead you unerringly through the depths of the forest keeping you just out of reach of those chasing you, until you stumbled upon the Witching Troll, sitting by a small fire along in a small clearing.
As you eat breakfast you ponder the details of the deal you have struck. The first task seems easy enough. Go to Hengistead and keep your eyes open and your ear to the ground. Find out what is happening. The Witching Troll has been hearing stories and she wants to know what is happening. She could go herself, or send one of her own people. But for now she is not sure that it is important enough. And besides, she would rather others don't know of her interest. As you are neither important or known to associate with her, you are perfect for the job. You suspect she could have added that the job is also perfect for testing your worth. But she didn't.
Break-fast over, Khirynnax gathers up his things.
"Hengistead is a few days that way."
[sblock=OOC]Within the framework of above, you are all free to describe your character's encounter with the Witching Troll. They need not accord with each other. How much you reveal is up to you.
I have also left open the events leading up to the fight that sent you fleeing. We will get back to this when I have a moment.
Apologies to GlassEye for hijacking Khirynnax.[/sblock]
The Witching Troll's offer was simple: a year and a day of service in return for the rest of your life. Exactly what happened next remains hard to recall. You remember clearly the touch of the night breeze, the feel of the cool moist soil and hard rocks under your feet, the refreshing draught of water drawn from deep within the ground. The braying hounds and men with torches flowed straight past you, unseeing, without stopping.
Then it was morning. The Witching Troll was gone. Only Khirynnax remained, crouching beside a small fire preparing a hot drink to start the day with. Khirynnax who had appeared some time after you escaped Earl Tahnurson's men and fled into the forest. Swift of foot and keen of eye, Khirynnax had lead you unerringly through the depths of the forest keeping you just out of reach of those chasing you, until you stumbled upon the Witching Troll, sitting by a small fire along in a small clearing.
As you eat breakfast you ponder the details of the deal you have struck. The first task seems easy enough. Go to Hengistead and keep your eyes open and your ear to the ground. Find out what is happening. The Witching Troll has been hearing stories and she wants to know what is happening. She could go herself, or send one of her own people. But for now she is not sure that it is important enough. And besides, she would rather others don't know of her interest. As you are neither important or known to associate with her, you are perfect for the job. You suspect she could have added that the job is also perfect for testing your worth. But she didn't.
Break-fast over, Khirynnax gathers up his things.
"Hengistead is a few days that way."
[sblock=OOC]Within the framework of above, you are all free to describe your character's encounter with the Witching Troll. They need not accord with each other. How much you reveal is up to you.
I have also left open the events leading up to the fight that sent you fleeing. We will get back to this when I have a moment.
Apologies to GlassEye for hijacking Khirynnax.[/sblock]