A hunt in the snow....

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A hunt in the snow

No matter how many times you blink, you will only see one thing. Snow. Snow covering the entire North. For some it would be a welcoming and even pleasant experience. But for the soldiers of Courland, it was routine. Their home was full of snow, and it didn’t bother them at all. For others, it would be a hindrance, a way for nature to obscure their path. But for the Eagle’s Vigil, it was what signified their land. Nature’s way of welcoming them and showing them the way. And that is what they did. Five soldiers of the Eagle’s Vigil could be seen marching on the Eastern parts of the Duchy of Courland. They marched through the snowy plains, the tall forests and the towering mountains. They marched to complete their task: Find any troll and slay it. The rising rumors of trolls been sighted in that area destroying crops and killing animals proved enough for the Marshall of the Vigil to order a squad of men to investigate. 

 

 

Suddenly, they stopped. General Richard Halmund looked around, observing the area. He then turns to his men. “This is the area. Here is where the trolls supposedly stay.” He then turns to ‘The Wolf’. “Alexander, you will take Georgios and * . You shall search North of here. I shall take Axel and search south.” He sends a glance to the sky, the sun right above them. “ Meet us here when the sun sets. Any questions?” Thorburn shakes his head “No Sir!” Richard nods, he gestures to Axel and they rush off to the south. Thorburn turns to his group “ We shall search in the wedge formation. Keep close to each other. Always mind your surroundings. If you see or hear anything, say so immediately. Let’s move out men!” The soldiers nod. They then fall into formation and rush north.

 

 

Time passed as the group searched the entire area. They checked every cave they found with no results. They searched every opening, without finding any sign. Thorburn sighed as he looked upon the sky. The sun was beginning to set. He then looked towards an opening, large enough to fit a troll. “Alright. We shall check that opening and we shall return.” he mutters. The group enters the opening, only to discover a horrendous sight. The opening was in fact a large series of tunnels, and it was filled with bones of men and animals. Blood and filth was all they could smell in the cave. “It’s here.” Thorburn mutters. Suddenly, an enormous creature appeared from one of the tunnels, larger than any man or orc. It had dark green scales for skin, with  scars in many different areas of his body. It’s eyes were a sickly yellow, full of hatred and madness. It had enormous fangs, capable of piercing even iron. It’s entire body was covered in muscles, and it’s large arms looked like they could break stone effortlessly.It’s fingers ended in sharp claws. The troll roared to the band. “This is quite a troll, and it is almost nightfall so it can’t turn into stone. You two, I shall distract it. I want you to fall back and fire arrow after arrow upon it” he says taking out his aurum arming sword  and his ferrum short sword. The two nod and jump back preparing their bows. The troll started walking towards him, slowly gaining speed. “On my mark...” he says bending his legs. The troll was now nine feet away, his arm raised ready to squash him. “Now!” he says rolling to the right and swinging….

 

 

It was a long and tiring battle. The cave was filled with cracks, arrows and chunks of ferrum. Thor panted lightly, tossing his broken aurum blade to the ground. His tunic was filled with blood and dust, some parts ripped. His armor was cracked in many different places, while his right arm had no protection anymore, and it was bleeding in many different areas.His helmet was partially destroyed, blood flowing down his face forcing him to keep his now visible eye closed.  He turned his head to his men. They were in better condition, but not fine. Georgios  tunic was ripped from a slash of the troll, and his pauldrons were destroyed, blood flowing from his shoulders. Bastian had his right arm squashed by the troll, leaving it with nasty bruises, while his rerebrace was ruined. He then looked at the troll. It lay on a corner, blood flowing out of it like a river. Thor’s iron shortsword pierced the middle of his chest, while part of his aurum blade was stuck on his stomach. Arrows were sticking all over his body, while a few daggers were on top of his head. Thor approached it, pulled his sword out and beheaded it. He placed the head on a leather sack, then attended the injuries of his men. “Are you all ready to return home?” he mutters while bandaging his arm. They slowly nod, and climb out of the opening. As they were walking, Thor once stopped looking back. His gaze was where the opening was. He shrugged and kept walking, ignoring the feeling still existing in his mind....

 

 

[Rammer 388]

Asher sets in his home, looking over a parchament detailing the events of the day. A grin growing as he descends further down the page stopping as he reaches the bottom, resting his gaze on the last word a full fleged grin plasterd across his face. "Bastards were able ta' slay a troll, nay small feat pretty damned impressive." He'd say resting the parchament on a small end table turning back to his forge

Edited February 5, 2016 by RammerJammer73
Messed up the wording

[CheekyNolan 5420]

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