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Mistweaver Part 2 chapter 1
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Post by
lightnstuff
Ill say this now, I'm taking mistweaver slow I do not want a repeat of ICD.
The troll sat by one of the tributaries to elun'ara, relishing the misty fog surrounding her. Three days had passed since she awoke in moonglade. She began to reflect on what will happen if she were to be accepted into the cenarion circle. She would be living the dream she had dreamed for years. Finally restoring hyjal and felwood. That's what Taltendrius died for... She remembered the memories bitterly. Ilia, Talendrius, and a few other night elves had fallen all for the sake of one troll village. The fires still burnt within her mind...
Ilia Windspeaker crept through the underbrush with her sentinels. The demons failed to notice their sentries seemed to vanish with no trace. The village they were holding was said to be home to some of the last furbolgs in the area, and they would need their help to defend Voldrassil.
With the last sentry dead the elves crept closer. ilia could hear demonic voices barking their foul language. As sublty as she could she peeked over the structure she and the rest of her team hid behind. In front of her stood a wicked altar set with blood red runes and luminated with the green glow of fel energy. Set around it were many cages filled with captives. Trolls? Regardless of who they were, the tree would not stand without their aid. Then, horrified, she realized who was tied to the altar. A troll child, no older than what seemed like seven. A particularly wicked looking shiivan approached the pedestal, chanting. it raised the knife towards the child, the chanting growing shriller. Ilia drew her bow and fired, knowing the shot counted more than it had ever in her life.
Tiatha...
The troll woke from her trance. Taking a moment to recognize her heart was racing, she took a deep breath of the misty air to calm down. She always loved the mist, as much as she loved moonlight. At night, sometimes the mist reflected the moon's rays. It felt like she was in a cloud of moonlight. Then she realized that she was holding something. Within her three fingered hands she helf a perfectly round stone. It glistned in the light and seemed to hold it's own radiance. Time to see Nardan... the stone was like nothing she had ever seen before. She leaped to her feet and walked back towards the camp. The inside of her dark cloak was illuminated by the stone, revealing her features.
She had purple skin and dark green hair. Her facial appearance was akin to that of trolls surely, but she also had a very soft appearance compared to other trolls, and her eyes were so reflective they seemed to glow.
She arrived at the village swiftly, enjoying the brilliant white mist filling the vilage. She walked into the library where Hesketh frequented. Not surprisingly, he was there sealing books from the mist. As she approached she pulled the cloak's hood over her head hiding her face.
Post by
Morec0
A half elf half troll? Interesting.
And could I suggest adding a blank like in between in paragraph...
... like so?
I just find it makes it slightly less of an eyesore. Of course its just suggestion.
Post by
lightnstuff
No not half elf half troll, Dark Troll It'll be explained later.
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