Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[Saraphim]

Elrohir saw Anga fall from the tree where he was shooting. The elf's body felt as if it had been coated in ice, but that was all he felt. No fear seeped from Elrohir's soul as he drew his sword and leapt from the tree, landing on the shoulders of a lumbering troll and thrusting his blade down into the beast's head.

The elven-made sword did not break, but Elrohir felt the strain as it passed through the thick bone. As the troll slowly realized what had happened, and began to die, Elrohir pulled the sword from the head and jumped down, face to face with another of the monsters.

Elrohir's movements, coming from years of practice and inginuity, were more than a match for the troll, who whirled around confusedly as Elrohir rebounded from a tree trunk and sliced a great gash across its back.

The troll howled in pain, but dropped, its spinal column severed.

Anga lay in what seemed to have become the epicenter of the fight, with huge feet rumbling the ground around the fallen warrior.

A single look told Elrohir that Anga was dead, but that was not the only problem.

One of the trolls was reaching down towards Anga's body, presumably to eat his heart, as was the custom among the more stupid of trolls.

A still cool Elrohir twirled his long-handled sword expertly, and in a flash of metal, the troll's reaching arm was on the ground.

"Really," said Elrohir, as the troll turned angrily to face him, "I would have thought that a troll so smart as to actually speak would have the intellegence not to eat in the middle of a battle."

The troll growled something unintelligable, and raised his remaing arm, which held a knobbly club.

Elrohir raised his eyebrows, "Well, perhaps you have an excuse, then,"

He threw his sword, peircing the troll's chest, and as the troll merely brought his club down, not noticing the sword, Elrohir jumped aside and drew his bow, sending arrow after arrow into the troll, before it came crashing down on its back.

Climbing the heap, Elrohir drew the sword out of the troll and wiped it on the troll's pants.

Elrohir looked at Anga's body again, and walked over to it. He knelt down and sighed, looking at the elf who had been killed in his prime.

"Angakemion, may you go swiftly into the halls of the heroes, for that is where you have indeed earned your place." Elrohir whispered, pulling Anga's sword over and setting it into his lifeless hand.

[The Perky Ent]

After Owacyn's amazing performance, Arathorn could do nothing but fight harder. He wanted to; although he didn't think himself better, top Owacyn. He quickly looked around for a suitable troll as he dodged a swing from a mace. There were so many trolls, although many were dead. But the scariest thing about it was, more were coming. There were many in the ring, but there were too many trolls to fit. They had attacked the elves in the trees. The battle was far from over.

After killing his 22nd troll, Arathorn found his perfect opportunity. Three trolls were standing in a strait line, unaware of it. Arathorn quickly climbed up a tree, and reached the top in seconds. On the tree, he looked down on the other side of the battle, to see the trolls that weren't in the ring. There were about a hundred. Quickly, Arathorn pulled out his bow, and began to fire. In a few minutes, Arathorn shouted "50!" before he looked back to seize his opportunity. It was open; the trolls were still standing in a line. It was perfect. Arathorn took up his sword and jumped. He landed on the shoulders of a troll, his sword deep in its head. As he troll began to fall backwards, Arathorn pulled his sword out, and jumped. He landed on the second troll, his sword in its back. He had pierced its spinal cord. As Arathorn held on to his sword, to keep from falling, the troll fell forward. Right before it hit the ground, Arathorn pulled out his sword, and jumped off the troll, and over the head of the third one. Falling right in front of the troll, he jammed his sword in the troll's heart. The troll fell backwards, and Arathorn pulled out his sword.

This time is was Owacyn whose jaw dropped. In those five seconds, Arathorn had taken out three trolls. "That's for my father!" Arathorn said, as he stopped fighting to take a breath. This was his mistake. As he rested for a second, a troll saw the incident. "My brothers! Nooooo!" the troll said, as it filled with anger. "You...DIE!!!" the troll said, as he ran at Arathorn with his mace. While running to Arathorn, the troll was hit with two arrows, but that didn't stop him. Right before he died, he swung the mace at Arathorn, and it made contact. The troll had hit a line drive, and if there wasn't an abnormally fat troll dead on the ground, Arathorn might have died. Arathorn bounced on the blubber of the troll and slowly got to his feet. The troll that had hit him was now dead. "Arathorn! Are you hurt?" Elladan shouted. "I'm fine. It's a good thing this troll eats!" Arathorn said with a laugh, as he went back into the fray.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Owacyn grinned broadly. A contest, that was what he was up for! He leapt up to nearly head height of a toll advancing on him, and swung his sword brutaly accurately, it severed the troll's neck and it fell. Owacyn leapt onto its back and dived headfirst at another, spearing it side on in the ribs, it fell, wrenching the sword from his graps and flinging it over to the other side of the battlefield. Owacyn cursed bitterly as he ran over to get it, rolling at the last moment to pick it up, wich meant me also avoided another troll's huge warhammer.

Owacyn jumped onto the warhammer as the troll lifted it up, landing on the back of the troll's neck, and ramming his sword home in the back of its neck. "48!" he yelled at Arathorn who merely grinned back and felled another troll. "54!" Arathorn shouted back. Owacyn chuckled grimly, turning around to slice the throat of one sneaking up on him, then twirling on the spot to take another in the head with a thrown knife. "50!" he shouted at Arathorn...

[astarielle]

Elladan, who was still up in the trees raining arrows on the trolls, lept from branch to branch avoiding swings from the trolls below. He had killed around 34 trolls since the beginnning of the foray but spent his last 2 arrows on the troll that tried to kill Arathorn. As his quiver was spent he decided what to do.

He eyed a troll standing with his back to the trees howling with rage. Elladan gracefully made his way unseen to the tree directly behind it. He climbed up until he was directly above the trolls head and drew his sword. With a cry of "Elbereth" Elladan lept from the tree and drove the sword deep into the head of the troll. For a few moments the troll remiained standing giving the elf time to return to the trees before it crahed to the floor.

Almost at once a couple more trolls came crashing through the trees behind him overcome with rage for their fallen comrades. They paused at the edge of the circle searching for the attacker of the troll whom Elladan had killed. "Where is he? I'll eat him whole for breakfast!" The elf heard one say. Elladan remained close in to the trunk of the tree. In one swift movement Elldaan jumped from the tree once more to land on the back of the left-hand troll. He cut the troll's jugular. As the other swung his mace at Elladan, the elf clung on to it and made his way up the arm towards the chest. The troll thrashed about trying to rid himself of the elf but to no avail, he fell dead to the ground in a matter of moments.

[The Perky Ent]

"Glad you could join us Elladan!" Arathorn said, plunging his sword in the back of the leg of a troll. "And let you have all the fun?" Elladan said, thrusting his sword in the trolls other leg. The troll swifly fell to the ground. Owacyn was rapidly killing trolls, much to Arathorn's dismay. Arathorn quickly jumped on the back of a half dead troll and began stabbing rapidly. In a moment, the troll was dead. Once the troll hit the ground, Arathorn ran up to two parallel trolls. He jammed his sword into the stomach of the first troll. He then jumped on a rock, and from the rock , jumped on the sword. On the sword, he pulled out a dagger, jumped, and cut the throat of the second troll. The both fell. Elladan's was shocked, and if it was in his nature to drop his jaw, it would have dropped.

Arathorn only had one flaw in the plan. His sword was in too deep in the troll. He pulled very hard, but the sword wouldn't come from the gut of the troll. Arathorn, finding no alternative, took out his dagger and began cutting a hole in the troll's stomach. It was a long process, due to the thickness of the troll skin. "I'll keep watch!" Elladan said, circling around Arathorn. After a short period of time, Elladan began shouting and ran off. Someone was in need. Arathorn was defensless now. He only hoped no troll would come. But he didn't have very good luck. As the sword became loose, yet not loose enough to pull out, a large troll, armed with a mace, stood right in front of Arathorn.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

As Arathorn looked up at the troll, saw it raise its club, he was motionless...unable to move he knelt there as it roared and started to bring the mace down. Arathorn heard a shout, and recognised it as Owacyn's voice. He came from behind, leaping over Arathorn and landing on the belly of the dead troll. From there he jumped headfirst into the chest of the huge beast. Arathorn heard a gurgle, and saw black blood ooze from the mouth of the troll. Owacyn was hanging onto his sword, which he had rammed into the monster right up to the hilt. The troll thrashed violently, jolting the sword. Owacyn hung on for grim death as it started to swipe at him with its club. He cursed, it wasn't fatally wounded. Summoning all his strength he pulled his body up onto the sword, letting go as he reached the highest point and grabbing onto its head. IT jerked back violently, throwing Owacyn onto its back, though he still clung on.

Arathorn looked on, powerless, his sword still wasn't extricated from the troll's belly, and he had to watch as Owacyn was picked up with a single, huge, hand. Thrown into the air like a rag doll, and then hit with the club as he came down. He flew into a tree, and Arathorn heard a disgusting cracking noise. Screaming in anger, he wrenched the sword from the belly, and swung it up as the troll descended on him...

Black blood squirted onto his armour, and the troll fell forward, its throat cleanly cut. He wanted to run to Owacyn, but he couldn't. Another troll was bearing down on him...

[Mad Baggins]

Beroth wiped the sweat out of his eyes and charged at yet another troll. Swinging his sword, he slashed off an arm and cut the creature's throat before it knew what had hit it. He moved on to another troll and killed it swiftly. Stepping around the body, he moved to the next creature. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a body flying through the air. Killing the troll, he turned and gave the still body his full attention. It was Owacyn. A gargantuan troll loomed over him, waving its club. Blood trickled from a wound.

Beroth heard a rage-filled scream and began to sprint towards Owacyn. The troll that threatened to crush him was beginning to wobble, but it was still a large threat. He leapt in front of Owacyn's form and thrust his sword into the troll's neck. Pulling it out, he watched it wheeze and slowly topple over. Beroth turned to Owacyn and touched his shoulder gingerly. Getting no response, he picked him up as gentle as he possibly could and carried him swiftly out of immediate danger. As he ran, one thought resounded through his head: Owacyn, hold on.