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8th Tome: Warning: Contains Images Some May Find Too Gory.Sargron immediately knew this was no ordinary fighter. Rokhan had na aura of power about him, much like the one Sen’Jin did. He was not only versed in the magic ways, but his double ended blade had been a great tool in getting through Jintha’Alor.
The trio stood amid and open field of the troll city, dead boded littered the grounds where the had been. The summit of Jintha’Alor still glowed the sickish green it did before, and an awkward silence floated between the group.
“...We should really have kept some alive for questioning...” Said the blood elf.
“We jus’ go’ a little excited.” Defensively said Rokhan.
“There’s really none left?” Asked the orc, as his pale grey eyes looked around for any sign of life.
“We can always just go up there and find out.” Suggested Corarion.
“Yeah, great idea, it’s not like they noticed the slaughter of their entire lower level!” Said Sargron, giving sarcasm a chance.
“Fine then!” Screamed the paladin, clearly stressed, and wishing there was another troll around for him to take out his frustration on.
Ignoring the argument between the orc and the blood elf, Rokhan looked pensive. He rubbed his chin whilst looking at Corarion.
“Can’t ya bring one back?” Calmly asked the troll, stopping the ongoing argument and making the two participants shut up.
“W-what?” Stuttered the paladin.
“Well.” Explained the shadowhunter “If de death not be too long and the being be not too powerful, can’t paladins bring ‘em ‘ack?” Would it not wor’ to brin’ a lesser troll bac’ to life?”
“We’d have to find a lesser troll first.” Said Sargron
“There has to be one in these.” Said Rokhan, gesturing to the bodies around them.
“Let’s start looking, then.” Sighed Corarion.
And so the trio began poking around the bodies. Despite their lack of enthusiasm on poking around dead bodies, a lesser troll was found rather quickly inside one of the little huts in the terrace. Not wanting to resurrect an enemy, but seeing no other option available, the paladin leaned over the corpse and put his right palm over his forehead. Something suddenly took over the blood elf, who now had a golden aura about him, and his words came out as sweet as an angel’s:
“
Snisuoy tar’voy od, drol eht’yb nesir’eb ytrow’oy era.cnarme sih eef neht emoc.”
Suddenly, both the paladin’s and the dead troll’s eyes shone golden and the same light came out of their mouths, as Corarion’s voice got boulder and stronger:
“
T’gil eht’yb nesir’eb erom ekno tgif!”
The glow faded away and the now alive troll gasped for air, and was pushed back down by the same hand that brought him back, leading to some struggle, but he was quickly overpowered.
“So you think
he knows what’s going on? Grunted the blood elf, while pinning down the warrior.
“He knows enough.” Answered the warlock, with a sadistic grin, as he approached his subject.
There was no energy left on the bloody troll left for screaming by the time Sagron got through to him.
“I-it be the priestess...” Stuttered the tortured, finally giving in. “She be preparing...somethin’ big. She be sayin’ it involves da dragons, and an outsider sacrifice...”
Upon hearing this, Rokhan, who was standing behind the orc, rushed up and asked:
“Where did joo get an outsider?”
No answer came from the Vilebranch troll, until the warlock put his bare hand on his face and yelled:
“
Rok magosh!” Which lead to screaming and struggling, forcing the paladin, who had the job of immobilizing the troll, to push down on his broken bones, silencing him with pain.
“Answer the question.” Calmly said Sargron, as if nothing of unusual was happening around him.
“It was...a hunter we caught...a troll one. I be begging you, mon, stop this.” Weepingly answered the troll.
Sargron looked at Corarion, and they both thought the same thing. Zumbyat had been captured, so the paladin asked the final question:
“When’s the sacrifice?”
“Twilight.”
“Does he live or does he die?” Asked Corarion to his companions.
“Heal him. Then le’ him go, he be tellin’ the truth.” Answered Rokhan.
So the blood elf did. He healed the tortured troll who was so grateful he cried and ran off as fast as he could, down Jintha’Alor and eventually his image became unseen in the woods of the Hinterlands.
“We don’t have much time ‘till twilight. And we still have to get all the way up there.” Said the orc.
“Well, then.” Answered Corarion, hopeful, for once. “We better get moving.”