A Tale of Three Druids
Chapter 17: An Interesting Rescue
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Resdlen woke to his comrades lying around him, suffering from wounds either inflicted by claws of long fingernails. "Ah." He sighed. "Ma girlfriend rolled in den?" He muttered, rolling to his feet. He noticed that Nordelei appeared to be dead. He accepted this with equanimity, understanding that all must come to an end. Fliflax appeared to be hibernating in bear form to attempt to slow his death. Yeow was facedown, and probably in the best shape of the lot, save Resdlen. He also realized that Oktago was gone, and came to the conclusion that the best way to solve the situation was to sit down and have a smoke. His fingers shook slightly as he lifted the match to the cigar, but he relaxed deeply as he puffed on the cigarette. "Ere, Jack." He called. That was when he realized that Jack was also gone. Rage sparked in his eyes, and he rose to his full height. "Killing and kidnapping ma friends is one ting, but when ya take Jack… There will be no escape!" He roared, and loped away, pulling his staff from his shoulders. While in Northrend, he had obtained a new weapon. Magic rolled off the length of iron like smoke, and it glowed ever so faintly, mildly, suggesting contained power, pressing to be free. And when men saw it become free, they saw things they took for granted, leaves, twigs, water, rise up and fight as fiercely as the mighty champion who commanded them, resplendent in his fury, energies no warrior could comprehend flowing over him. He fervently prayed for an opportunity to unleash such a power that they could not stop his strength and it would crush them like shells beneath a Kodo. Then it occurred to him that he knew not who he faced. He shrugged. That was irrelevant. What mattered was that they took Jack, and therefore, had to die. It seemed that Jack was what linked the poor troll to sanity. In which case, the monkey really needed to get its act together. Crouching behind a drift of the heavy snows that characterized Northrend, Resdlen peered at a passerby. A human, in solid plate armor, walking confidently on the ice. Resdlen shrugged, and analyzed the warrior. Magic pulsed off the blade, and the breastplate, and the warrior himself. Therefore, he was a paladin. His eyebrows knitting, Resdlen noted how powerful this one was. He would have judged him to be level 75-80. To rise and attack him would have been a dicey and foolish gamble. And one Resdlen fully intended to take, but he found himself unable to move. A slow haze descended over his vision, but he could see clearly enough to observe the paladin turn and stride towards the prone troll. As his muscles stiffened, and the haze darkened, the last thing the troll saw was the face of the paladin looming over him.
There ya go! Have some Part Two!
Resdlen awoke to the face of the human. But in a cloak, whispering rapidly to him. His vision fractured, and the man was back to back with the troll, fighting off endless hordes of gnolls. Now, the man was hacking at dwarves that shot at Resdlen, while the troll toted away a female gnome. Suddenly, Resdlen was blasting pillars of water, scattering the opposing Draenei like ants, while the paladin dueled the mighty Exedar Mal'drenarr. And suddenly, Resdlen was pumping green energies into the prone form of the plate-wearing champion, but it seemed futile. One lone tear rolled down the troll's face, and everything went black.
Resdlen started, looking at his surroundings. As far as he could tell, he was bound and gagged, tied to a chair. His eyes scanned the room. It was plainly furnished, just a few chairs and a table with a half-eaten platter of hardtack. Resdlen shrugged and muttered into the gag, which appeared to be a fermenting sock. The knife next to the plate flew to him and sliced through the gag, then dropped, narrowly missing one of Resdlen's enormous toes. Mumbling a few more words, the chafing rope restraining him to the chair unraveled itself. Rising to his full, glorious eight feet in height, he yawned, but immediately hunched back into his usual six. Besides, the hut wasn't exactly the best place for a lofty troll to walk around. The paladin jogged into the hut, glanced at the unbound troll unconcernedly, sat down, and began munching on hardtack. "Hr. G Lerrpyt fhe dungpsrf." The human said in Common. Resdlen sighed and sat down next to the paladin. "Ya talk wrong. I be Orc talk." Resdlen spat out in broken Common. The plate-clad man shrugged. "If I'm not mistaken, you and I have some druids to be killing." He pointed out in perfect Orcish. Resdlen cocked his head and the stranger. "Druids? Why?" he asked. "The D.E.H.T.A. took your monkey and your Orcish friend." He replied. "Ah. So ya willing ta help me recover ma friend? And da greenskin?" Resdlen asked, his hand creeping towards the knife in his belt. "Of course," an evil grin spread across the human's face, "not without a price. To recover your monkey, I want one thing, and one thing only: The life of the Orc." A few tense seconds passes, as Resdlen considered whether to stick or spell the scum first. But, with great relief, the human's straight face cracked and he burst into laughter. "Come on then. We've got some Hordies to rescue." It was then that Resdlen decided that he liked this human. A lot.
I'm DONE! S'perfect.