Job Wolver
01-08-2008, 05:39 PM
Joseph Drept ;
Harsh winds howled across the frozen wasteland of Ice Island.. Blasting the messenger’s soft skin to a bright red. The Landscape was purest white but for a small grey tower with a dim glow in the distance.
The Haze of the powder kicked up by the winds, causes the marauding pack of polar bears stalking thorough the snow to be almost invisible, but they have no need for vision.. they can smell him, An outsider in their territory.. that simply won’t pass.
The messenger trudged onward through the snow, it was upto his knee`s now, he muttered and cursed, one hand outstretched to make a primitive visor from the blasting ice powder, his other covering a pack slung round his neck.
They had found him..
The Bull of the pack pauses.. frozen as it senses the air.. it gives a deep low grunt, turns and runs in the opposite direction followed closely by the pack.
The messenger hears the pounding of the beasts swiftly running through the heavy snow, and turns to them, seeing a vague shadow fading away. He drops to one knee and waits.
Satisfied that all is clear he rises again and turns to continue toward the tower.
He freeze’s, his eye’s stare questioningly.
They slowly scan upwards to the face of the Ice Troll, and then across to the tree trunk club raised above its head. His eyes widen as the terror grips him, “Run!” his mind screams.
The Club begins its decent from the heavens, “Run!” Again his mind screams, but his body wont respond.
The Club is here now.. This is the end..
A thundering crash echoes into nothing..
The messenger opens his eye’s.. he hadn’t noticed he’d closed them
The Troll was there, but motionless. Its eye’s wide, Its mouth ajar as it let loose a deep groan, the tree trunk club lay on the floor now below an open, trembling hand.
“Run you Idiot!” Came the voice again. It wasn’t his..
The troll’s eye`s focused again and it turned, the messenger saw a mace lodged in its back.
Joseph Charged.. He`d lost his mace now and was out of options, this idiot was just standing there with the gormless expression on his face, like a 3 headed monkey had just slapped him.
His shield hit the Troll hard, sending it staggering backwards.. It found its footing and swiped, Joseph rolled and found himself crouched, His fist clenched inside the deep snow.
The Troll charged, its arm`s flailing, roaring and kicking up the snow around it.
Splat!
The snowball found its target.
Joseph stood defiant, as the Troll examined the knife now embedded in its face, surrounded by snow, melting in the warm blood.
A soul shattering shriek rips though the air.
The Troll drops to its knee`s and tears messily at the blade in attempt to remove it, gouging at its face with its sharp tattered nails sending blood spraying out onto the pure white carpet surrounding them.
A heavy thud and crack follows, someone else has finished the job.. pulling his mace from the Trolls cranium he boots it forwards, and it slips almost completely into the snow.
The messenger finally composes himself and stumbles forward, Snow falls from his shoulders as he staggers, he approaches the two men.
“Sergeant?..”
“That would be me” The newcomer replies casually, looking over the body of the Troll. The snow around it now absorbing its blood like a great white sponge.
The messenger shoves a letter towards him in a shaking hand, he takes it and scans its contents quickly. When he looks up the messenger is gone, his tracks in the snow indicate that he left in a hurry.
The Sergeant looks over to Joseph, who`s reclaims his mace from the trolls back.
“Its an order from command, they need all able bodied militiamen to report to Yew barracks to bolster the upcoming war effort” He Murmurs.
“Like I don’t have enough troubles here with rogue trolls and bandits” he continues.
“You’ll have to go Joseph.. I can man the outpost alone, maybe I`ll get lucky and recruit another local eh?” He tries to lighten his tone but see`s the unrest in Josephs eye`s.
“You`ve always been a man of few words..”
“Take care of yourself Dad” Replies Joseph softly..
They Exchange Salutes and Joseph Runs swiftly on the tracks of the fleeing messenger
A Lone Figure remains next to mound of blood
The howling of wolves echoes from the distant
The lone figure looks to the corpse, turns and heads to the tower as the wind picks up.. Blanketing the landscape again.
Harsh winds howled across the frozen wasteland of Ice Island.. Blasting the messenger’s soft skin to a bright red. The Landscape was purest white but for a small grey tower with a dim glow in the distance.
The Haze of the powder kicked up by the winds, causes the marauding pack of polar bears stalking thorough the snow to be almost invisible, but they have no need for vision.. they can smell him, An outsider in their territory.. that simply won’t pass.
The messenger trudged onward through the snow, it was upto his knee`s now, he muttered and cursed, one hand outstretched to make a primitive visor from the blasting ice powder, his other covering a pack slung round his neck.
They had found him..
The Bull of the pack pauses.. frozen as it senses the air.. it gives a deep low grunt, turns and runs in the opposite direction followed closely by the pack.
The messenger hears the pounding of the beasts swiftly running through the heavy snow, and turns to them, seeing a vague shadow fading away. He drops to one knee and waits.
Satisfied that all is clear he rises again and turns to continue toward the tower.
He freeze’s, his eye’s stare questioningly.
They slowly scan upwards to the face of the Ice Troll, and then across to the tree trunk club raised above its head. His eyes widen as the terror grips him, “Run!” his mind screams.
The Club begins its decent from the heavens, “Run!” Again his mind screams, but his body wont respond.
The Club is here now.. This is the end..
A thundering crash echoes into nothing..
The messenger opens his eye’s.. he hadn’t noticed he’d closed them
The Troll was there, but motionless. Its eye’s wide, Its mouth ajar as it let loose a deep groan, the tree trunk club lay on the floor now below an open, trembling hand.
“Run you Idiot!” Came the voice again. It wasn’t his..
The troll’s eye`s focused again and it turned, the messenger saw a mace lodged in its back.
Joseph Charged.. He`d lost his mace now and was out of options, this idiot was just standing there with the gormless expression on his face, like a 3 headed monkey had just slapped him.
His shield hit the Troll hard, sending it staggering backwards.. It found its footing and swiped, Joseph rolled and found himself crouched, His fist clenched inside the deep snow.
The Troll charged, its arm`s flailing, roaring and kicking up the snow around it.
Splat!
The snowball found its target.
Joseph stood defiant, as the Troll examined the knife now embedded in its face, surrounded by snow, melting in the warm blood.
A soul shattering shriek rips though the air.
The Troll drops to its knee`s and tears messily at the blade in attempt to remove it, gouging at its face with its sharp tattered nails sending blood spraying out onto the pure white carpet surrounding them.
A heavy thud and crack follows, someone else has finished the job.. pulling his mace from the Trolls cranium he boots it forwards, and it slips almost completely into the snow.
The messenger finally composes himself and stumbles forward, Snow falls from his shoulders as he staggers, he approaches the two men.
“Sergeant?..”
“That would be me” The newcomer replies casually, looking over the body of the Troll. The snow around it now absorbing its blood like a great white sponge.
The messenger shoves a letter towards him in a shaking hand, he takes it and scans its contents quickly. When he looks up the messenger is gone, his tracks in the snow indicate that he left in a hurry.
The Sergeant looks over to Joseph, who`s reclaims his mace from the trolls back.
“Its an order from command, they need all able bodied militiamen to report to Yew barracks to bolster the upcoming war effort” He Murmurs.
“Like I don’t have enough troubles here with rogue trolls and bandits” he continues.
“You’ll have to go Joseph.. I can man the outpost alone, maybe I`ll get lucky and recruit another local eh?” He tries to lighten his tone but see`s the unrest in Josephs eye`s.
“You`ve always been a man of few words..”
“Take care of yourself Dad” Replies Joseph softly..
They Exchange Salutes and Joseph Runs swiftly on the tracks of the fleeing messenger
A Lone Figure remains next to mound of blood
The howling of wolves echoes from the distant
The lone figure looks to the corpse, turns and heads to the tower as the wind picks up.. Blanketing the landscape again.