Otikx
10-30-2017, 07:31 PM
Dont know if ther is a specifik thred for this but here we go.
Today i was in the Rate Mountains killing big stuffs with lovely shining platinum. And i got some good fun out of it thanks to a "troll"
To the story:
I am a proud High elf, out in the world, doing good.
I love the adventure but even a adventure need food, gear and shelter. To support my hunt for the good i have
followd the rumors of Giants close by the city of trolls. The live and ravish in the mounten of Rath, and the can
bring a decent reward fore the brave who will try to cleanse the world of the menace.
I was going along having the time of my day, slaying the wicked and meditating, when i canīt get more power in
to my body i step up from my camp and run up the hill trying to find a big and rich giant to slay...
After a few runs i feel the boredom is hitting me hard, the giants is not the test i was expecting, the are even
weaker then rats of Freeport. On my why to the hill i spot a low class giant, hardly a battle to me but he have a
long shining sword. I figur that even if he is broke like so many other at least i will get my hands on some
fine steel to sell for a platinum or tow.
I use the force to bind him to the ground and slow down his movement. I start working my way down the wally
with the week little giant following me. At the end of the wally i get to se a mightier giant moving my way, he is
even so great that he will give me some experience for killing him. Now the boredom is starting to sweet talk to me,
it is telling me that there is a great ide to dubble tag them out on the field.
So i snare the greater giant and keep on running, but now i start to lose focus an all hell breaks lose. one giant is
getting a lucky shot, he stuns me, a few quick blows later my health is drooping hard and i stumble away. I use all
my force trying to get some distance between me and the giants. I can feel the smell of the giants on my robe
and from the wind moving up my back. But i smell some thing more, a foul smell, the smell of rotten toads!...
im about to puke but i force away the urge to empty my guts on to the ground.
I am looking around me to find what is bringing this foul smell! Next to me i see a ugly Troll Shaman watching me
almost fail. I can see that he is finding some joy watching a member of the high Elfīs getting the royal ass handed
to him from a bunch of drunken brutes! Then i hear his dreadful voice next to me "Wouldn't you love a SoW right now".
And as i was running away for my life i could here him snickering while he watch me escaping with the tow giants following close by.
So that was the day i almost died, and i got to know the Troll who goes by the name Troilizm!
He is a true troll in all the ugliness of a troll! He is true to the sarcastic evil that live with in the trolls!
Ps. what really had me dying was the fact that in RL i was laughing so hard i could not focus on what i was doing :D
All love to you Troilizm.
Cheers fellow travelers of Norrath.
//Otikx.
Today i was in the Rate Mountains killing big stuffs with lovely shining platinum. And i got some good fun out of it thanks to a "troll"
To the story:
I am a proud High elf, out in the world, doing good.
I love the adventure but even a adventure need food, gear and shelter. To support my hunt for the good i have
followd the rumors of Giants close by the city of trolls. The live and ravish in the mounten of Rath, and the can
bring a decent reward fore the brave who will try to cleanse the world of the menace.
I was going along having the time of my day, slaying the wicked and meditating, when i canīt get more power in
to my body i step up from my camp and run up the hill trying to find a big and rich giant to slay...
After a few runs i feel the boredom is hitting me hard, the giants is not the test i was expecting, the are even
weaker then rats of Freeport. On my why to the hill i spot a low class giant, hardly a battle to me but he have a
long shining sword. I figur that even if he is broke like so many other at least i will get my hands on some
fine steel to sell for a platinum or tow.
I use the force to bind him to the ground and slow down his movement. I start working my way down the wally
with the week little giant following me. At the end of the wally i get to se a mightier giant moving my way, he is
even so great that he will give me some experience for killing him. Now the boredom is starting to sweet talk to me,
it is telling me that there is a great ide to dubble tag them out on the field.
So i snare the greater giant and keep on running, but now i start to lose focus an all hell breaks lose. one giant is
getting a lucky shot, he stuns me, a few quick blows later my health is drooping hard and i stumble away. I use all
my force trying to get some distance between me and the giants. I can feel the smell of the giants on my robe
and from the wind moving up my back. But i smell some thing more, a foul smell, the smell of rotten toads!...
im about to puke but i force away the urge to empty my guts on to the ground.
I am looking around me to find what is bringing this foul smell! Next to me i see a ugly Troll Shaman watching me
almost fail. I can see that he is finding some joy watching a member of the high Elfīs getting the royal ass handed
to him from a bunch of drunken brutes! Then i hear his dreadful voice next to me "Wouldn't you love a SoW right now".
And as i was running away for my life i could here him snickering while he watch me escaping with the tow giants following close by.
So that was the day i almost died, and i got to know the Troll who goes by the name Troilizm!
He is a true troll in all the ugliness of a troll! He is true to the sarcastic evil that live with in the trolls!
Ps. what really had me dying was the fact that in RL i was laughing so hard i could not focus on what i was doing :D
All love to you Troilizm.
Cheers fellow travelers of Norrath.
//Otikx.