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Upon seeing the halfling, the Troll cried
“Killer of my cousin Groi, you die NOW!
Attack, attack, you weeping angels!”
Thunder smote the air – the sky turned to black
A pair of beautiful beings came close
half women, half fish ; shrieking like banshees
They joined the troll and attacked Filbus
Though weak, though hungry and tired, though no
Respite or aid for leagues and leagues to go
Filbus cut down the two alluring sirens
In an instant. They floated ghostly, dead.
Nerbilik cried in anguish as his friends died
“O' you Horrid Fiend!” came the words from the
warted lips of Bertoxxulous. “Did I not
Give my life to your pursuit? Have I not
Marooned myself on this ocean rock
Have I not sold my soul to Innoruuk
In exchange for the storm that would destroy your ship?
And kill your halfling friend?”
Nerbilik flung his Fishing Spear to the ground
“Kill me now, for I will not rest until you die,”
The troll concluded. Filbus obliged.
He wiped his swords dry on the troll's shirt.
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