Karl Amador’s Final Quest: Defeating the RimeTroll

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Karl Amador’s Final Quest: Defeating the RimeTroll

 

In the square, Karl Ruslan Amador was preparing to gear up for his Final Destination of his squire trials. Before the scene occurred, Karl already had his grey-ish iron-ferrum helmet that had small openings through his visor, steeled iron-ferrum plate that had indents from past battles and from running through the mud in recent memories, red-ish smears of blood were shown on some parts of the platebody. The iron-ferrum pantaloons and iron-ferrum boots, mostly covered in brown-ish mud, dirtied from past battles. The blue-ish bandanna that he threaded himself was covered in sweat, his dirtied, oily and greasy brown-ish locks had not seen a bubble bath in months were combed back by the bandana. With his black leathered gauntlets procured his grey-ish, iron-ferrum helmet, he arched up his elbows and brought the helmet over his head, placing the helmet over his greasy, brown-ish locks and his blue-ish orbs, blocking his visage and the scene went dark.

 

Through the visor of his grey-ish, iron-ferrum helmet, Karl arched up his right arm towards the plated shoulder, procured the wooden crossbow into his grasp and placed the head of the crossbow towards the brown-ish soil beneath his iron plated boots. With the crossbow being face down, Karl grabbed a hold of the white-ish string of the crossbow and cranked it up towards his body, past the mechanism with ease before hearing a clicking sound. Afterwards, Karl arched up his arms to sling it back over his shoulders to bring it back to the previous armored shoulder. Karl banged his iron fist against the Haeseni-shield, the wooden shield seemed to be hollowed and the bang echoed throughout the square. The crowd surrounded Karl and cheered him in hope to defeat the last RimeTroll that was severely destroying farmlands within the realm of Haense. At that, Karl trotted, taking his stroll over to the Church to say a few prayers.

 

When Karl Ruslan Amador entered the Church, pale light filled within the church and reflected off the polished floor as he strided down the aisle of the Church. Karl turned his visage and eyed the altar, his blue-ish orbs glistened from the shined from the polish floor before him. He walked down next to the dias and knelt down on the iron-ferrum pantaloons as they clanked against the polished floor before him. The young squire signed the lorraine with his right leathered hand, praying to Godani - to have a successful last tenure of his squire trials and succeed victoriously or worse case scenario - DEATH. As he prayed, there was no answer because the beautifully, architecturally built Church was empty - the only person that was there was him and only himself. 

 

Karled agape his mouth, speaking through the visor of the helmet as he prayed, “Give me strength, for House Amador and kin Iron’heartz’, Mi shall klomp ‘till my last breath, wagh will be held against this Troll and mi shall destroy lat and perish the, in the name of Godai. Dame Lady Marie, give me strength and help me succeed in this battle that I shall partake in and come back to Karosgrad with every piece of my body.. Amin,” he said before he unclasped his hands, signing the Lorraine once again. Only the voice from his vocal chords echoed throughout the Haeseni Church. The wind blew through the wooden door of the church, sounds of the wooden door banging echoed throughout the Church and down the aisle through Karl’s ear drums. Karl Ruslan felt the cold breezing air through the opening of the Church door when he reached down on the furnished flooring with his leathered hands to get up from his knelt stance and exited the Church where he was accompanied by Boris, his Cow steed and companion in crime.

 

 

Boris the steed plopped down his legs as the hooves dug against the soil and the cobbled rock beneath its feet. The steed, built like a bull with it’s veins bulging out of its legs, looked towards Karl Ruslan and moo’d while dipping its neck toward the ground to feed upon the visible grass from the ground. Before getting on the Cow’s back, Karl descended his right arm to grasp upon the black leathered belt that helped the bulky trousers in place. He slithered his hands onto the leathered fabric straps that contained a huge grey-ish, cobbled stoned lighter and three bottles of Black Carrion’s  that were wrapped around a small fabric towel, induced and infused into the Black Carrion with all three cork lids applying pressure to hold the towels together in place. The leathered glove later glided upon the black leathered belt towards the black leathered scabbard and onto the hilt of his trusted silvered hilt. It was just an ordinary sword hilt, that was silver metal with intricates of small writings. As he grasped upon the hilt, he unsheathed the blade and the silver blade glistened from the shine from the rising Sun as he rose it up over his head. With a jovial smile upon his face, he then pursed his lips and looked down to the leathered scabbard, sheathing the blade and shrieks would hiss as the blade glided down into his sheath. The boy grabbed upon the rope of the saddle from the back of Boris, he placed his iron-ferrum boot on the stirrup and swayed his right pantaloon over the steed and headed towards the gates of Karosgrad.

 

 

 

It was a long journey when he departed away from the gates of Karosgrad. The young squire steered Boris past the Ludovar keep into the depths of the snowy valley heading North towards the Mountains. Upon arriving in the North Mountains, there were sets of heavy, deep footprints descending from the slopes in front of Karl. Around the scenery, there were huge Evergreen Trees, bristles covered in white-ish, blue ice and snow, melting from the bright yellow sun as it dripped heavily and branches were crumbling off the brown-ish bark of the trees. Drifting past the heavy, deep footprints, he followed the deep foot printed tracks and surveyed the area to continue to look for more of the tracks. Thankfully the huge tracks were noticeable and were not hard to make out. They were deep enough to tell that they were recent, since the recent snowfall did not cover them up. The tracks lead east which Karl followed. Karl slung over his wooden shield as his little leathered fingers went through the fabric straps, placing the wooden shield upon the Cow’s back as it strided East. When the duo strided East, then just up ahead, the footprints stopped near the Mountains, near an icicle pillar that was covered in snow and ice.

 

 

 

Karl examined where the steps stopped, looking around the valley and up the icy, snowy Mountains. Both the steed and the young squire were getting piled heavily with the thick snow that was pouring from the white, grey-ish clouds. The boy marched along the thick piles of snow - possibly the mounds of snow were four inches deep? Though the snow was thick in some areas, every so often when Karl made a step, his body fell through parts of the mounds that were freshly poured upon with snow. He continued to look for the footprints from where the tracks lead but there was no trace of anything. Karl adventured a little bit East as he looked back to Boris, he remembered this place in the books and past trainings. As the wind whistled as it swept over the Mountains of the Rimeveld, scattering loose snow into the air. It was extremely cold in these foothills. Karl had reached the Mountains of Rimeveld, where he was set off for his Knight’s Quest.

 

 

 

Karl marched his way through the thick mounds of snow towards Boris where he went to retrieve his shield that he had left on the Cow’s back, near the saddle. He took a hold of his shield, grabbing a hold of the straps of the shield and slung over his left shoulder. He adjusted the strong string of the wooden crossover on his right shoulder to make himself feel comfortable. Both the steed and the boy were getting rained upon by the snowfall - a possible snow storm that was brewing as thick snowflakes fell from the skies, a thick gust of wind blowing ever so fast. The boy brushed off the pile of snow dust from the bottles of black carrion with his leathered gloves and adjusted the strap fabric that held the bottles tightly on the belt and made sure the lighter was properly secured, though he unstrapped the fabric strap and took a hold of the lighter and placed it into his trouser pocket beneath the iron-ferrum plated pantaloons. When the boy was done, Karl looked at Boris and as a single tear - maybe a final goodbye as the boy’s blue-ish eye connected through the visor of his helmet to the cow’s brown-ish eyes for one final request if Karl were to be defeated and to never return..

 

 

Karl trotted off to the back of the steed and slapped the cow’s behind to send him back home to Karosgrad, “I will see vy again, Boris, this is niet a goodbye.” The boy watched the Cow, Boris, striding back home towards the direction of Kaorsgrad, Boris looked back at Karl and a single tear rolled down the face of Boris before it continued to stride down South again back towards home to Karosgrad. The steed disappeared past the misty, windy and snowy snow fall. Karl was now alone and shivering through his boots, not from the cold but being alone on this adventure. Adrenaline rushed through the boy’s body as he turned on his heels and trotted through the snowy mounds of snow. The icy pillar next to the mountain was an Evergreen Tree with lots of heavy snow on the branches. The bristles were covered with the thick white snow. Huge mounds of snow covered the trunk of the tree, brown-ish bark covered in icicles and the bristles of the tree were ice cubes, literal ice cubes. Karl made his way towards the tree, though, Karl’s right foot was caught in a lump of snow.. Upon climbing up on the branches of the Evergreen tree, one of the branches that the young squire climbed on broke, snapping in two as the boy fell into a lump of snow.. When the boy fell on the lump of snow, a deep, groaning voice from beneath the lump that his body was on spoke, “Owww..”

 

Karl seemed to be in a predicament at the moment as his eyes widened, heavy breathing insuited and the mist of air came out of helmet and out into the cold snowy air. The boy could see his own breathing, he thought to himself and looked below downward, inward into the lump of snow. “Could this be the Rimetroll?” he thought to himself as he arched his leathered hand towards the hilt of his silver blade and brought both of his hands at the end of the hilt, bringing it over to the top of his head, thrusting downwards towards the lump of snow. When Karl thrusted the sword downward, a RimeTroll sprung upwards from the lump of snow and sent Karl flying a few feet onto another mound of snow, landing him safely in the process. When Karl slowly looked up, his eyes met with the Rimetroll’s eyes. The creature before Karl was hunched and was at least eleven feet tall with a body wide as a boulder and covered in white that whipped through the gusty wind. Karl slowly got up on his two own legs as the Troll kept his eye on Karl, watching his every move…

 

 

With snow buffeting off its fur, it stared at Karl with its beady eyes, “Please,” came from that throaty rumble. The Troll’s disproportionately long arms hung limp at its side. “Don’t,” pleaded the Troll as its facial expression became sour, the troll itself seemed weak. Karl looked towards the silver bladed sword that was dugged into the snow, the silver hilt was visible in front of Karl. The boy grabbed a hold of his grey lighter from his left trouser pocket, flicking the mechanism of the lighter on as the orange, red-ish light glowed through the dark, grey-ish snowy ice storm. He slowly descended his left arm downward towards the wet, moist towel that induced, infused with the Black Carrion Cocktail. Karl unstrapped the strap that held onto one of the Black Carrion Cocktails and grabbed the Black Carrion Cock with his gloved hand. The towel that was in the Black Carrion was lit, he gritted his pearly white teeth but agape his mouth in a worried manner when the Troll pleaded, however this did not stop him as he arched the Carrion Bottle over his head.. Given the length of the Troll’s arms, Karl realized he could easily be grabbed by the mucky hands of the Rimetroll. Though, the Rimetroll did not make a move towards Karl and it continued to plead. “Please,” the Troll repeated itself in that rumble.. It sounded weary and tired. Karl gritted his teeth and his body shook from the pleading of the RimeTroll - but it was too late. The lighter connected with the moist towel and the boy had no choice but to throw the Black Carrion towards the RimeTroll, right near the icy pillar.

 

The Troll raised one of its huge arms and let the cocktail smash and burn onto its own left hand before it immediately plunged the Troll into the snow. The Troll laid on the snow, hissing and sizzling followed by a plume of smoke as the Troll put out the cocktail in the thick snow, but it was clear its left hand was still going to be badly burnt. The RimeTroll had protected the rest of its body, though. Immediately, it’s right hand descended downward from the mist of the snow storm towards Karl, hoping it reached to grab Karl before he grabbed his sword. With angst and quick reflexes, Karl grabbed a hold of the silvered hilt of the sword with both hands before the Rime Troll grabbed a hold of Karl. The tightness of the Troll’s grasp became baring, however, he adjusted his hands on the sword; his right leathered hand on the top for control and the left on the bottom of the hilt for stability and arches the sword upwards above his own head. The Troll went to try to hold Karl in her massive grip, with powerful fingers that could crush a body within seconds. It became very apparent to Karl that he might be too young. As the wind whipped at him, the Troll’s beady eyes stared at him. Normally, the Trolls were gleeful, childish and stupid. But this Troll… It looked tired, exhausted and defeated.. “Why? You take enough,” with a saddened face, the Troll looked at Karl with an angered face and continuously stared at Karl..

 

“What say vy?!” Karl gritted his teeth as the grip became even tougher, tighter around the boy’s body, “I did niet mean to throw it at vy, as I was just strolling around the area for some, is all! Please let me go!” He continued to arch up his sword, upwards over his head still, “I do niet want to hurt vy,” though - this was not his intent, Karl seemed to have lied to the Rime Troll. The boy looked at the Rime Troll with a serious face, it was all just a lie to the Troll’s face, just to let him go. All of a sudden, the Troll threw Karl over to a mound of snow. Karl’s sword, crossbow, grey lighter and shield flung off his being when he was being tossed. The boy placed his arms in the snow and pushed himself up. The Troll looked unhappy and his left hand was burning from the flaming Black Carrion Explosive. “Only few left,” The Troll said as the wind gusted around the Troll’s being, “Please. No kill more.” Karl slowly moved over to the hilt of his sword, the silver sword was buried into the snow but the silver hilt was visible even though the snow storm was hailing and made the scenery misty. He slowly descended his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulling it out with full force; the sword’s silver glistened from the ice as the melting ice slid off of the silver blade itself and Karl took his leathered glove and grazed the blade to brush off the ice from the silver blade and placed it back into his sheath. The Rime Troll continued, remaining to watch Karl in an unpleasant manner.

 

As the Troll became silent, remaining to watch Karl’s every move, Karl slowly ascended his feet up from the pile of snow and marched his way over to his wooden crossbow and knelt down to the ground, placing his leathered hands onto the string and slung it over his head onto his right iron-ferrum iron plated shoulder. The Rime Troll’s presence seemed to be definite somber sadness about the troll and no surprise that all the Trolls were all practically dead and now for no fault of their own. With a fake facial expression upon his face; the boy seemed distraught and had a fake frown upon his facial features and the words that came out of his mouth said, “I am sorry for causing trouble and harm to vy,”  as soon as he said this, the glimpse of shine from the grey lighter and scurried, marching over the snow mounds towards it. He looked up towards the troll, eyeing it’s body movements and features. Though, the Troll did not move a single muscle. It seems it was not willing to turn its back just yet from Karl. When Karl got closer towards the Troll, he noticed the nasty black burn marks on its left arm from the Carrion Black Cocktail. Karl’s frown turned into a fake smile when he looked upward towards the troll before grabbing onto the grey lighter on the snowy mound.

 

When Karl grabbed a hold of the lighter, he turned around. The Troll’s vision was now just looking at the Haenseni black and yellow wooden shield from the Troll’s perspective. The boy flung the lighter up into the air into his left leathered hand - slowly, but surely, Karl had a plan; he placed his right leathered hand on the fabric strap of the other Black Carrion Cocktail, unstrapped it from it was contained on the strap of the black leather belt and placed the Black Carrion Explosive into his right hand ever so slowly. However, behind Karl, The Rime Troll shifted ever so slightly, its hands pressing into the depths of the snow. The clouds became clearer and faint beams of sunlight bore down, making the snow gleam; the snow storm finally had stopped. With beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, Karl silently flicked the mechanism of the grey-ish lighter, while holding the Black Carrion Cocktail into his right hand, he moved the grey lighter parallel towards the other Black Carrion and lit up the white towel of the Cocktail. He slowly turned his head and twisted his body towards the Troll and Karl shifted his body towards the left..

 

As Karl looked back at the Troll, Karl saw that the Troll was definitely onto him. The Troll did not move a muscle as it stood there on the snow, little snowflakes glided down on the troll’s face. She looked a bit tense and it seemed the Troll was ready to pounce at Karl. Suddenly, one of the troll’s hands moved as it was going to swipe a cloud of snow up from the ground and slung it towards Karl. Not harmful at all but it was aimed towards the visor of his helmet. Over in Karl’s perspective, the Black Carrion Cocktail was lit and when Karl looked directly towards the Troll, a cloud of snow rained upon Karl and now the boy’s visor and body was covered in snow. The snow temporarily blinded Karl momentarily. Before this event transpired, Karl arched his arm upward in a side arm motion, he aimed the Black Carrion Cocktail explosive towards the direction of the troll in a haste and angst moment. Fastforwarding, Karl couldn’t quite see the Troll through the cloud of snow. Though, Karl could see the Troll’s large figure, its form moving rather fast. The ground below them quaked under the heavy foot prints from the large figure. The silhouette of the Troll was charging at Karl full speed, though Karl could not see due to the Troll throwing dust of snow to blind him temporarily. The cocktail caught on the Troll’s lower body but a second later, its enormous form ploughed into Karl…

 

As the troll ploughed its way through and plunged at Karl.. The iron-ferrumed helmet flung off from his head, with that being done, Karl could officially see what was going on. His crossbow flung off of his shoulder in the process. The boy, himself, fell on a pile of snow. He slowly got up by using his arm strength and descended his hand downward towards the silvered hilt of his sword. However, as Karl fell, the Troll fell right on top of him. It wasn’t just a charge, it was a tackle! Karl felt the air getting squeezed out of him from that monstrous weight and he felt the burning sensation from the cocktail on the Troll’s lower body. Before the young squire was fully charged at, he had grabbed a hold of his silver blade, plunging it upward towards the Troll’s figure - a question raced through the squire’s mind? Where had the silvered blade landed upon in the Troll’s body? Wondering in his mind, he gasped for air under the Troll’s body as he was being squeezed alive.

 

Karl felt the blade slice in somewhere near the lower abdomen, near its side. The blade felt like it went through too deep into the Troll. Still, Karl felt warm blood join the searing heat of the fire. The troll began to shift as Karl was crushed. The Troll lifted its body, the flames partially doused by the snow and a hand tried to grab Karl. Karl grabbed upon the silver blade’s hilt, he noticed that the hand was going to grab a hold of him. Karl tightly grabbed the sword’s hilt with his fierce might, placing his back towards the hand of the Troll which contained the Haeseni Shield on his iron-ferrum platebody, facing towards the Troll’s hand. The silver bladed sword partially cut through the Troll’s tough hide which made it a little hard to pull out. All the while, The Troll’s white hand tried to wrap around Karl’s torso. When Karl noticed the hand getting a smidge closer towards his body, he tried to unsheath the dagger within his knife sheath with his left, non dominant hand. With his right hand, he kept a firm grip on the blade that skewered through into the body of the Troll in its abdomen. With little to no momentum, Karl could not get the dagger into his grasp and the hand wrapped around him and the air was getting the air getting squeezed out of his lungs as the Troll - which was quite injured from the sword and the two cocktails - tried to swiftly lift him up. Karl was currently in quite the pickle..

 

Though, when Karl reached down to his small leather knife sheath to grab his own dagger, once he got a hold of the hilt, it slipped out of his hands due to the hilt being slippery from the wet snow that was soaking through his glove. The dagger fell down into the snow, buried beneath the huge mounds of snow and all covered up away from existence - to find it would be like solving a puzzle or picking a needle out of a haystack. The Troll was crushing his ribs and stomach - its hand grabbed around Karl’s waist. Karl gripped the sword but had little to no momentum in his swing. The wind around him picked up, sending loose snow spiralling through the air. The Rime Troll had an angered tone to his demeanor and facial features, she eyed him coldly. “Kill farm, kill totem, kill all. Well, not me,” The Troll then began to move the arm that grasped Karl, preparing to throw Karl into the air. Karl arched both of his arms upward in a fast motion to try to dig down near the Troll’s wrist with his silver blade a loud grunt was heard as the boy gasped for air. Without much momentum, Karl couldn’t stab too far into the Troll’s wrist, though red blood spewed out of its wrists. The Troll’s face contorted in pain, before she sent Karl upwards in the air as high as she could, which given the strength of a Troll, was fairly high. At least fifteen feet up in the air. Up in the air, the wind whipped at Karl before he quickly descended, falling hard on the icy snowy mound..

 

 

 

Despite everything from the efforts from the Troll, Karl somehow kept a hold of the sword with a full grip from his leathered hands tightly grasping the hilt during the entire scenario. Karl laid there flat on the back of his shield, landing the back of his hand behind the soft snow, his legs and arms being cushioned by the soft snow as well. With heavy breaths, chilled breaths from Karl’s mout could be seen in the midst of the air. The boy tightly gripped the hilt of his silver bladed sword. As he took the left hand off of the hilt of his sword, he descended his hand in angst and rushed into his pocket to grab his grey lighter from his pocket. The troll looked down at Karl and was very unhappy, not pleased that the boy was still alive after all that, “Kill, kill, kill,” the Troll growled as it straightened up. Her right hand had a small cut, its left hand was burnt and its lower body seemed badly burnt to a crisp as well. “All you do,” cried out the troll in a pissy, unpleasant manner, then the Troll began to inhale a large amount of air into its stomach. Does Karl know about what the Rimetrolls can do? 

 

Instead, the boy ignored the Troll’s words as he went to sheath his sword into his scabbard and took his right leathered hand onto the strap of the fabric of the leather belt, releasing the third and final bottle of the Black Carrion Bottle. In the meantime as he was unstrapping the Black Carrion from the fabric strap, he flicked on the mechanism of the lighter.. The Troll’s stomach started to breathe in the air, its stomach swelling up and the Rimetroll stepped towards Karl’s path! The young squire placed the lighter fluid near the towel that was infused, placed into the Black Carrion and as he had lit the towel in the Black Carrion, he arched his right arm upward in the air, aiming the Black Carrion explosive towards the troll. The same instance when Karl threw the Black Carrion, the Troll opened its maw, releasing a torrent of its infamous Frost Breath right at Karl…

 

It was mutually assured destruction; the flaming cocktail crashed right into the center of the Troll’s body and the Frost Breath seeped all over Karl. Karl was unfamiliar with the devastating attack from the Troll War, he came to know it all too well now; Karl’s limbs grew heavy as the intense cold covered them in a heavy frost and that ice climbed his entire body, through his armor and onto his skin, encasing him in solid ice. Karl was now frozen in the encased ice, he could not feel his muscles, his limbs, his face, his skin - everything, the only thing that he could move was his blue-ish pupils around the white hues of his eyes. Nothing from him orchestrated correctly, only his eyes.. Young as he was, Karl began to panic; His heart thumped. He could not draw much breath either. Through a lens of ice, he saw fire spread along the Troll’s chest. She sagged to her krimpling, weak knees, letting out a growl muffled by the ice. Still frozen in the ice from the Frozen Breath, initiated by the Troll, Karl’s heart continued to pound through his chest. Though, his body temperature from anxiety and panic, blood trickled throughout his veins from the frost - could it be an adrenaline rush going through his entire body?

 

From Karl’s perspective, he saw the shining hot sun, birds chirping were being heard but the sound was muffled by the ice, the snowy mountains and the Troll - he saw the Troll raising a shaking fist toward Karl. The Troll looked like it was on her last legs.. However, she was not done just yet. She brought back her right fist behind her back and thrusted her fist towards the ice that encased Karl - making him into a popsicle Karl. Encased in the ice, Karl continued to breathe heavily through the ice as his eyes locked onto the Troll gathering her composure, straightening up its fist for a mighty blow towards the young squire, his eyes widened from the sight. SMASH! Just like punching through a window, ice exploded everywhere as devastating Troll strength smashed into Karl. His entire body trembled with pain and he felt himself collapse. None of his muscles moved. With a horrific roar of pain, the Rimetroll, large swathes of her body burnt, collapsed a few feet away from Karl, breathing heavily…

 

Karl’s eyes fluttered when he was launched in the air again by the Rimetroll, his blue-ish orbs just gazing towards the Rime troll as he body thumped against the mound of snow. He watched as the Rime Troll took in deep breaths.. Karl himself breathed heavily and continuously watched the Rime Troll getting burnt from the Cocktails themselves, adrenaline kept on flourishing throughout his entire body but still could not move. Each breath lanced pain through Karl; everything hurt and he could not feel the entirety of his body parts. Karl’s vision blurred; this was far more bodily pain than someone so young was ever expected to handle. The Troll was sagged a few feet away, heaving in breaths. The wind quietly whistled over snowy hills.. 

 

“Why?” She wheezed at him. Karl still gazed over to the Rimetroll, suddenly, his right hand grasped some of the snow on the ground and clenched the snow into his fist, “I…”, he coughed in the freezing cold, his breath streaked out into the cold, windy air as he opened his mouth again, “I had no other choice but to defeat vy.. I will niet falter..” Karl went into a quick prayer, clasping his hands together, “Godani and the Spirits.. Please give me thy strength and.. -” he continued coughing, white mucus and saliva poured out of his mouth when he spoke again, “ - to defeat thy troll. Leyd, spirit of Strength and Dominance.. Give me str-,” he tilted his head towards the Troll with his widened eyes, continuously just staring at the troll, squeezing the snow that was in the palms of his hands. “NO…. Choice?!” She breathed, the Rime Troll clearly could not move either. “VY HURT THE PEOPLE OF KAROSGRAD AND VY TROLLS DECIDED VYR FATE, NIET OURS..” He continuously wheezed into his left hand, grasping and held onto the lighter ever so tightly. “I must… DO THIS!” he muttered to himself. The sun had brightened, now, the clouds giving way to warmth beams that made the snow gleam. “Must.. Wipe… Us… Out…” she breathed, blinking eyes with fading energy… Neither the Troll or Karl could move.. Both of they laying in the cold snow, the sun beaming down at them.. Both dying..

 

“VY CHOSE THIS PATH, NIET ME,” he shouted, his veins bulging out of his neck, “I WILL NIET PERISH, THOUGH VY SHALL PERISH IN THE NAME OF GODANI AND THE SPIRITS!” Karl hissed, continuously grabbing onto the snow with his right hand, unable to move. “I… Chose… Nothing! I wanted…. To live …. Warmies… killed…. Everyone.. Cubs…. Husband… Everyone…” the Troll weakly said to him, coughing out blood from its mouth. “I COME HERE TO AVENGE FOR MY PEOPLE, THE KNIGHTHOOD, KAROSGRAD, GODANI, THE SPIRITS AND THE KOENG!” he continued to hiss back at the Troll in a weak state. “Avenge…” she breathed in heavily, though it sounded like a mocking laugh.. “Had to… Survive.. Because.. Of you… Destroy farm… Starve us…” The Troll couldn’t quite seem to form  words from her mouth. Her breathing grew ragged. “What do vy mean by ‘starve us.’... Vy killed our farmers' livestock and destroyed plenty of wheat fields that were important to our farmer’s livelihood!” He took in more deep breaths. The Troll’s mouth moved but no more words came out.. With a final breath, “Ask your…” the Troll fell still.. Her injuries - it’s side as the pink intestines spewed out, it’s wrists were cut by Karl’s swiping when the Troll grasped his body and the severe burns from the Black Carrion explosives.. The Troll’s presence felt empty as the eyes seemed to stay open as it crashed down - her life had been crushed by the hands of Karl Ruslan Amador.

 

The wind whistled softly as it blew down the slopes of the mountains, scattering loose snow on Karl. The Troll was dead, but things did not look well for Karl as the sun began to sink towards the horizon. As adrenaline faded, Karl felt a searing pain in his right arm and he could not move it at all, as if the bone had been pulverized. His left arm was a little better and unmoveable. Karl could not move from the waist-down from the pain of the Troll’s thrust and grasp left him temporarily paralyzed. Karl placed his left hand close to his mouth; his index and thumb were placed in his mouth, he whistled and the whistle echoed into the wind. After many attempts, Boris came at lightning speed, thumping could be heard through the wind, stomps and thumps being heard South of him, Boris the cow strode up alongside Karl. The cow plod through the snow. Assuming it was just a well-trained oxx, it moo’d innocently, plucking at the grass near Karl. When the steed got close enough, Karl grabbed a hold of the rope that was strapped on the saddle of the Cow and he pulled himself upward onto the Cow’s back. Though, when Karl got up on the back of the saddle, Karl slipped off the back but his wrist was tangled by the rope itself. Boris dragged Karl a good deal through the snow, out near Astfield. His entire body burned with pain from the bumpy ride. Karl’s eyes fluttered as he felt like he might lose consciousness..

 

Karl lost his grip on the cow.. Boris kept going obliviously as the cow continued to stampede it’s way towards Karosgrad. “Somebody help me!” Karl yelled out, gritting his teeth, his body trembled and shook as he continued to use his left elbow as leverage to get closer to Karosgrad. Tears of pain blurred the boy’s eyes. He could hardly focus on anything, so far in a state of pain he was in. All of sudden, Boris noticed he had lost his rider and plodded back towards Karl. Once again, Karl slowly moved his hand upward onto the rope once more, shaking about, his body seemed to weaken from being dragged through the snow and all the way to Astfield. He grasped his leathered hands upon the brownish rope to bring himself upward onto the cow again - SUCCESS. Karl half-grappled onto Karl, his left arm - which was still beaten to a pulp, but at least Karl could move it gingerly - was the only thing securing him to still be attached to the back of Boris. Boris began to carry him on.. “Go to Karosgra-.. Boris” Karl fainted on the back of his Cow’s back. The steed led the charge back towards Karosgrad, being the smart steed that he was!

 

As the steed made it into the city, Karl’s eyes fluttered as the Cow made it into the city. Karl’s body trembled when entering the city, the Cow made it by Tavisha’s side, the brown-ish eyes staring into Tavisha’s mixed colored eyes. “I-... I….. Kil-... Th-.... Trol-,” Karl fainted once again on the Cow’s back, seriously severely injured. Tavisha, Petra, Igor, Elimar and Klaus were in complete shock. Tavisha said some profanities, Igor did not say anything and Petra rung the bells of Karosgrad, waiting for a Medicus to arrive. Tavisha and Klaus rushed Karl to the clinic in Karosgrad. When Tavisha and Klaus rushed Karl to the clinic, Lord Stefan was awaiting at the clinic with his tools and supplies. Tavisha and Klaus slowly placed Karl on the bed and Tavisha gave Karl one last look before exiting. Karl was unconscious on the bed and Stefan Vyronov went to work. He flicked a hand, green light shooting out from it as the medical cart rolled up next to Stefan. The tools began to prep and clean themselves as Stefan observed the squire’s injuries. Mutterings outside from the civilians of the city of Karosgrad watched through the windows as Tavisha, Igor, Petra and Klaus blocked the doorway from people getting in..

 

Boris looked through the window of the Clinic, tears crawled down his face as he watched his friend and companion figure, Karl, unconscious on the bed. Stefan Vyronov examined the boy’s injuries; Karl’s right arm forearm bone was shattered and stuck out through the skin, his left arm was badly bruised and temporary paralysis of the legs. The legs will need a long recovery period and physiotherapy. Jorg came into the scene and wanted to help the poor but Lord Stefan had threatened to press charges if he did not leave. Jorg was upset and wanted to help out his dear friend but Stefan insisted that he should leave. He obeyed Stefan’s commands and left the clinic immediately. After some profanity later, heavy breathing continued to insuit through the boy’s mouth, his heart did not flutter - continuous boosts of adrenaline continued to soar through the boy’s body. The boy’s eyes fluttered and a sigh came out from Karl’s lungs as he breathed in and out. Stefan worked on the right arm, pushing the sticking out bone back into Karl’s forearm back into place and out of the skin with some effort. Stefan quickly followed it up with applying tippens root to the bleeding wound, causing a scab to form over it, minimizing blood loss.

 

Soon after, Stefan began to operate on the boy’s arm, cutting sections to open quickly before realigning the bones and applying tippens root to shut the incision. Moments later, droplets of sweat began to form on the boy’s forehead, gliding downwards towards the bed as it soaked through the pillow. Karl's breath became a bit at ease. After a while, normal breathing started to insuit from the boy’s mouth, his lung filling up with air normally, his pulse becoming at ease and the swelling from the left went down as Stefan continuously worked on the right arm. The medicus, Stefan, finishes realigning the bones and takes out a similarly sized splint. He quickly set it against the boy’s arm and wrapped it in carrion as it soaked the bandages. With a flick of his hand, the gate came crashing down with a green glow from Stefan’s finger tips. Stefan wiped away some of the sweat from his eyebrows as he moved on. He investigated the legs, seeing if there was anything that he could do to treat them. Stefan said to himself, “Just needs to rest his legs for a couple of months. Nothing too severe.. Humming would be heard from Stefan’s mouth as he took a cold compress and applied it around the left arm at the sight of bruising. With a snap of a finger, a green glow came from his fingers toward the kitchen as bloodlotus soup had begun to be prepared for Karl..

 

Moments later, Karl’s eyes fluttered open; the blue-ish orbs looked around the entirety of the clinic. He winced in pain as he looked up towards Stefan, “I-.. I have killed th-,” he laid there in silence and continued to wince in pain every movement he made. Stefan sighed at the sight and pulled out some blissfoil. He spreaded a thin layer across the boy’s injuries, causing a sense of numbness, fortunately it would rid a lot of the pain. Suddenly, Karl slowly moved his left arm towards the side of the bed, grasping the side of it and pushed himself up onto the wall and looked to his right, having a shocked facial expression and lofted a brow, “What had happened to me? What happened to my arm?” Karl said as he gazed upon it, his brown-ish locks flinger away from his visage. Stefan said, in a soothing tone, “Vu got injured but vy’re alright now. Vu is in a better position than Marie was after her first trial. Innocently looking up toward Stefan, “I slained the Troll. I must retrieve it’s head to produce a trophy for the Lord Paramount. I must go back!” Karl said, looking towards the wall on the left, “Lord Stefan, I must get the head!” Stefan insisted that he would retrieve the head and Karl clapped his hands for Boris to lead Stefan to where to procure the head from the Rime Troll. Soon later, a bowl of soup came flying down the stairs and over to Karl. Stefan added a few things to the soup and it would begin to glow green. A ball of sweat rolled down Stefan’s face and he would look a little paler than usual. A cow would be heard outside of the window, munching on some green grass and let out a huge ‘mooing’ sound. Karl grabbed a hold of the bowl that contained the soup with his left hand and sipped on the contents with the bowl, he licked the residue of the remaining contents on his lips, down his throat.. The boy finished drinking the bowl of soup and dozed off and closed his eye sockets, his blue-ish orbs were seen fluttering once again as the lips on the boy’s facial expression curled upward into a smile and he fell asleep.. The scene went black..

 

Boris’s perspective:

 

“Alright Boris, where is the Troll’s head huh?” Stefan placed his hands at his hips, smiling at the steed. “Mooooooo!” cried out Boris, continuing to munch on the grass itself. As the cow heard Lord Stefan’s voice, it led Stefan outside of Karosgrad. A few hours later, Stefan and Boris had arrived at the scene.. Traveling through the beautiful scenery and past Astfield and into the snowy fields, there stood the Troll’s body, breathless and it’s red blood seeping through the cold, mushy and white snow. The Troll’s body seemed to be on the upright of the snow, it’s eyes were open, the left side of the body were agape, organs and pink intestines spewed out of the side of the Troll. It’s stomach was cut open and the upper chest was severely burned from the Black Carrion Cocktails. White snow continued to rain upon the lifeless Troll. With a blade heard clinging against metal from Stefan’s sheath, he pulled out a poleaxe and positioned himself right beside the Troll’s neck. Stefan raised his weapon upward above his head, “Thwack!” said Stefan as the poleaxe swung down..

 

With one swipe of Stefan’s poleaxe at Stefan’s strength he could muster, Stefan’s might skewered through the lifeless Troll’s head, blood spewing out of the veins of the jugular of the neck. Veins and white vertebrae from the neck were showing as the head rolled down the pile of thick, white mound of snow and landed near Stefan’s feet. The Troll’s body, lifeless, continued to spew out red blood from the neck and through the waist. Boris stood there, chewing on the visible green grass and the bristles from the Evergreen Tree, munching along and looked back at Stefan’s grace and thrust through the Troll’s neck and let out a huge ‘mooooo’, seemingly happy of the outcome and trotted his way downward towards Stefan. “Alright, we got what we came for. Let’s head back and give this trophy to Karl!” Stefan said, smiling up to Boris as he picked up the Troll’s Head and patted Boris’s head. “Mooo!” said Boris as he placed his right side towards Stefan - could this possibly be a gesture for Stefan to ride on Boris’s back?! Stefan got on top of Boris’s back, hand still gripping onto the head. “Well, Karl, I have retrieved the head.. I can niet wait to give it to vy..” Stefan said as he looked at the head. “Mooo” said Boris as he pressed his back legs towards the soil, trotting and stomping, arching it;s back and stormed out of the scenery, heading back towards Karosgrad..

Karl’s Point of View:

As the duo made it back, Boris said “Moo!” when they arrived back at the clinic. The cow steered Stefan towards the clinic, stomping and pacing in place and it lowered its back for Stefan to get off. Stefan got off of Boris and gave him a little pat on the side before he came back with Troll’s head in tow, “I got it for vu, Karl,” he had announced upon arriving into the clinic and placed it on the table on the right of Karl. Karl was awake when Lord Stefan had just gotten back and so was the Lord Paramount at the bedside with Karl. “Lord Paramount,” said Karl as he let out a weak gasp, moving weakly towards the wall with his left arm and gestured to his right on the table, where the Troll’s head was located, “I have come out and slained the Troll, the same one on which vy assigned me to kill. The Lord Paramount offered Stefan a small smile in return as he arrived. Folding his hands behind his back, Cedric exhaled through his nose, giving a quick glance to the Troll’s head, before shifting his eyes back to Karl, “Ah, and vy did niet die. That’s amicable. Karl weakly said this, his right arm seemed to be in a wooden splint as white bandages surrounded the entirety of his right arm that was applied with tippens root, his left arm seemed to be badly bruised was applied with blissful and wrapped with bandages and his legs seemed weak from the encounter of the Troll’s attack, thus making him temporarily paralyzed from the waist down.

 

At that, the Lord Paramount, Ser Cedric said, “Well done lad,” he took a step forth toward Karl and ruffled Karl’s hair, “Have a moniker and a patron saint figured out relatively soon, danke. Stefan went on to tell the Lord Paramount that he will need a few Saint Days to recover and will need someone to wheel him around for a few Saint Days. At that, Karl had finished his squire trials and to be knighted after the healing process is over - Karl will not be able to use arms for a saint day and cannot walk for six saint days (Previously it was nine days and three days for his arms - Jorg used Orc-ish medic tactics on Karl, making the recovery process one day for his arms and six days for his legs).. At that, Lord Paramount and Lord Stefan left the clinic and Karl nestled his head into the pillow, falling asleep after a successful, victorious battle against the Rime Troll

 

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OOC: Thank you to Conor for hosting the event, thank you wolfey for helping Karl when he needed it, thank you to Drasanee, Fionn, Sarah, Eric, Frymark and Ofrider for being there! Limo and Ender for being my Knight when I was their page/ squire. It was a fun closure for my squire trials and I look forward to being a Knight. I will make it very entertaining to say the least. Also, special thanks to me for writing this about… Almost 24 hours.. Special thanks to the LOTC community as well. Another special thank you to Cepahid, Zilldude, Taketheshot, WrathOfTheQuacken and HogoBojo for the Chivalry Trials.. Thanks to everyone for making Karl’s path to Knight-hood so awesome and great. What a cool experience. Shout out to Frymark and the rest of the Knights for being awesome as well.