A black and white armored, with white horned deer helm, Elven male for what it looks like. With many stabbing gash wounds in the back and chest.

... Earlier that day...

The being stands on the bridge in cordor and glances about the square. A being wanders up to the right and stands quiet for some time. Eventually the newcomer speaks and conversation revolving around going out to hunt.

"The Trolls seem to challenging for me alone" the other spoke.

"I am always up for a good challenge" replies the figure again peering about the square.

Soon the two head off for a hunt...

The cart ride like any other... As they arrived and begain to prepare for the troll hunt, soon weapons at the ready.. one summoned a golem of sorts to aid in the hunt. As the both set of at the ready...

But one of the two had a different plan in mind....

As the figure entered, his white and black polished armor glittering with the new enchantments, blade ready.. scans the troll hill side...

As the first step of the armored boot clanked to the grass...

The other blade stood behind, a flash of metal, the blade dug deep...

To quick for the armored white and black figure to make any sound, as he turned to face the other the golem was upon him, his furious rage not enought...

His bleeding body slide off the blade at the final strike...

A figure approaches only to see the fallen man.. the bleeding barly wounded other, speaks quick...

"the trolls where upon us.. they got him down.. I barely made it out alive"

The being walked over to see the dead "mauled" corpse...

Again speaking...

"I will give him a proper burial.. yes" The being says heaving the mangled body over his shoulder.

After the coast was clear.. the other blade still bloodied.. dumps the body.

Sinking deep into the water.. the blood rises to teh surface only to get carried away by the curret of the water...

And away the dark being walks...


// Going to leave this open for any one who might come across said body and post here so I will know if I log in with said body where he awakens.. if he does?

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~Twackus Doot'imus~

Vaeriedara "Stormy" Stormweaver

Vorel'Daron Talin

The dark figure, had been readily searching out anyone that might make a good target upon that day. He noticed to him what could only be a foolish "do-good er" in white and black armor.

The dark figure approached his target, he stood beside him for some time.. thinking of how he might lure this unsuspecting fool from Cordor where he might strike him down and take his valuables.

Finally It had come to him.. "so i plan to go hunting you, look pretty good with a blade. Care to join me" said to his target.

"why certainly, what are you planning on hunting."

"i was thinking trolls. They are quite overwhelming and an extra sword would prove useful."

"foul beast indeed i will join you" replied the fool. He had be baited and the trap set.

The dark figure suggested they take to the cart, the trip was a short one but being on the road, risked attracting unwanted tag-alongs. Upon reaching Bendir Dale they strapped themselves into there armor, and prepared for two extremely different battles.

The dark figures mind began to race. He saw the fool preparing, with potions, and such. He feared it might just prove to be two much. He quickly grabbed his scroll and summoned a golem of sorts. "that should make things a lot easier," he thought.

As soon as they had gotten out of town the battle began a few flicks of the blade was all it took. The fool had fallen... But victory did not just yet go to the dark figure. A man had shortly there after stumbled onto the scene.

This man a druid most obvious. A powerful one at that could cause a whole no world of hassle for the dark figure. The man asked what had happened. The dark figure thought quick.

"he was felled by trolls, I have just made it out alive. My friend he is not so lucky."

The druid examines him at a quick glance but the examination is cut short..

"He is a banight i am going to take him to his temple and have him buried properly."

The druids words were simply "ok then".

The dark figure had done it , a mere phrase had driven the druid away. He carried the body away up the river. He Searched it for anything of value, collecting only one topaz gems.

"hmph looks as though my spoils are not much this day" he said to himelf. He tossed the body into the river... he watched it sink to the bottom. Made sure it stuck. Then made his way back to town.