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| Don't Fear the Trees; [P] - Corvalt | |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:17 am Post #16 |
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Ah, but that's precisely what the drow was trying to do. The problem was that everyone seemed to want to kill him tonight. Sure, he had slaughtered those people like the cattle they were back in that house. Though it was murder, the noble had certainly deserved it for his crimes and so did the people surrounding him for having attempted (and failed miserably) to protect the monster. But that rat-thing was surely no natural creature. This thing could not possibly have been natural, either. And as the trees started to bend and shape themselves to the ent's foul will, he realized just how true a statement that was. He was deft in his footwork, narrowly escaping one vine or another while dodging attacking limbs and branches. He took a few light hits on the arms, but that was all. He was managing to protect his head well enough. Finally, he came across something unusual: a long-abandoned camp far below. Making his way to the ground, he saw that there was still a torch there; true, it was half-burnt and now cold, but that didn't matter much to the drow. Striking his mace against a rock to create a spark as he picked the torch up, he closed his eyes in preparation for the sudden burst of light. He had to strike it twice more, working quickly because he knew there were vines and branches creeping up on him, before the torch was suddenly ablaze. Giving it a wide arc, he heard the trees shift back. He didn't actually touch the trees, but the torch was warning enough to keep them away. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the light. He was more used to it now and it didn't take nearly as long as it had when he'd first come to the surface world to live, but it still took much longer than he'd hoped for. Regardless, he was on the move again. From what he knew of the swamp, he only had another mile to go before he reached the plains. He just had to continue on his present course. As he ran, he laughed and mocked the trees, showing them that he was not afraid of them. This time, at least, he was smart enough to stay out of the trees. "Fools, all of you! Fight me if you will, but I warned you before: I am not easy prey! Touch me and you touch the thing you most fear! I will not be captured by some mage's demonic pet!" Of course, as he was running, he realized there was a tree coming right up in front of him. He skidded to a halt and, realizing it was another ent, cursed while darting to the side. Leaping through another pair of trees that tried to squash him, he managed to just avoid the obviously angry ent's reaching arm. "Vel'bol wun l' thal uoi'notan zhah nindol, natha buki ent convention?!" the drow muttered to himself, continuing his flight from the wooden idiots. |
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| Oaken | Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:49 am Post #17 |
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Oaken was halted by the talking of the trees, he wouldn't hold still and tried too hard to get away than fight. He was craftier than an Orc, though he wouldn't be able to dodge forever and the Ents and Trees were in no rush to get him. They weren't going to go on a hunt through the marshes to find one thing. He went in that direction anyways, from what the trees were speaking he was heading towards the muk water and would be slowly down greatly unless he went into the trees. BarkBone was following behind even more closely and quickly picked up and dug his rooted fingers into the stone of a boulder near by. It was crushed and lifted from the ground. At the judgment of the forest around him, he tossed the boulder aimed to crush where the Drow was running without hitting any trees in the way, according to the forest, when it got there he should be there. The boulder was a good twice the size of the small creature. Oaken went along until he got near to where BarkBone was a moment ago. The trees were still going on about it all, this was crazy. He had fire apparently, "He could have just had a nice talk with me, instead he starts a War with the Norwoods." the Ent mumbled in his own language of Entish slowly. |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 4:05 am Post #18 |
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Fortunately for Rorschach, drow ears were not merely for show. As keen as elven ears and as well-trained as any intelligent, crafty warrior, Rorschach's ears told him that something very large and heavy had just been picked up and hurled. He glanced back - just once - and was glad that he did. Falling back on all his years of weapons training to judge the speed and trajectory of the boulder, he immediately bounced his foot off of a root that had tried to ensnare him and leaped to the side. Rushing full-speed as the boulder came on, its shadow starting to infringe upon the torch's light, he realized he'd turned just in time. His change of course and pumping adrenaline, combined with the running prowess of the elves and the hunting and fighting prowess of the former weapons master, he only just managed to avoid getting struck by the boulder; of course, the shockwave through him through the woods quite a distance. Rising from the surprisingly dry piece of hand on which he'd landed and looking over himself, Rorschach bust up laughing. So this was it? They were reduced to throwing stones at him? And they couldn't even hit him with boulders! They weren't just idiotic talking trees; they were completely and utterly incompetent! "Is that the best you've got, firewood? Is that all you can throw at me?! Ha! Try again, foolish timber!" With that, he gauged his position. He recognized the massive boulder formation up ahead. He'd better get running; there was one last large group of tree copses before he reached the edge of the forest and he wasn't about to try to dodge all of those boulders at once if he didn't have to. He started running again, full-speed, into the treeline not a hundred paces ahead... |
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| Oaken | Sun Dec 14, 2008 4:22 am Post #19 |
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Oaken listened as the trees said he was trying to leave the forest. Both him and Barkbone stopped moving and went away from the Drow. If he left the forest it would all be fine, no need to follow him any longer. The trees calmed down a bit when he went on with his escape. Oaken knew that if at this point they wanted to stop him, they could very badly. It wasn't needed, if this person came back to the forest he would not be welcomed by the trees very well. He would not be welcomed by the animals, nor the Wood Elves if the trees still had contact with them at all. Oaken turned back to the marsh and stared deeply into it thoughtful. He hummed out into the woods in his own voice, of course he was singing but to listeners it sounded like a low rumbling hum. He wondered what the Entmoot was about or who this Vernon was. He would have to meet him, if he could find him. He went out to ask the trees who this Vernon was, in his long talk his reply came afterwards, it was slow. Vernon, a talking rat he was and the ruler of the marsh. It was strange that this section of the forest would accept someone as a ruler. Oaken could only wonder what he was like, a protector or a provider, or something else. He could never be sure. |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 4:32 am Post #20 |
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Apparently, the fools had given up. That meant an easy escape. Indeed, the drow passed through the final group of copses with hardly a care. As he stared up into midnight sky, stars filling it and giving the wild grasses a strange dark light, he laughed yet again. He had come through unscathed yet again. No matter what this world had thrown at him, he had escaped it and come out on top. Soon, he would do more than that, though. Soon - very soon - he would be more powerful than any mortal on the face of this planet. But first, he needed to finish what he started. And so he headed on his way... [OUT] |
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