[OOC] Yes, yes, and yes to all your stuff Dwinney. I read the stuff a few times, Stawert, but I barely missed the line that showed you were against us. I read about you hating us blah blah and thought that you hated us, then I read the dream which sorta set me off course. ANYWAY, I got your drift. Now for the quick descriptions:
Daktreme: About 6 feet tall, and have a LONG black cloak. It stops barely above their ankles, where at their feet they have dark-silvery armored shoes. They always where their hoods over their heads, and if you were to look at their faces all you see it black, like looking down a pit of hate. They have black gloved hands. Its like that. They all wear long swords on their left sides, and have black horses with the usual \"horse gear\".
Orcish Half-Trolls: Orcs are like goblins but without the ears, they look like they would be bald if they were human. They are green, and have shiney and sorta scaley skin. Thats where the \"Orcish\" comes from. But a troll is usually about 15 feet tall I would say. These are about half that size at say 7-9 feet tall. They are more trolls sorta than orcs, so they are orcISH half (half SIZED) trolls. The slouch over as like a normal hump because they are orcs, and they are not that bright, so thats why they are not as \"killer\" as other things they come upon.
And.....done.
And Tasador, I hope you will be happy with having archery as one of your main skills in this story, because thats the way I get you in. I changed a lot of things at the last minute of finished the story because I realized I left them out, so this might not be as good as I thought it was gonnna be. [OOC OUT!]
They got up and rode into the town, Bill got a glint of some Ylian in dark cloaks. He was not sure if it was a Ylian, could have been a Lemur or Demorian, but it probably did not matter.
They road on and stopped at a bakery. Toru ordered a large loaf of bread and split it among the party. They munched on the bread, Keldain and Larien spread butter on theirs, and just sat staring into space. They were all tired for it was about one in the morning when they finally reached the town.
\"Macalbriem!\", shouted Larien, pointing his fingers at the group. A blue stream engourged everyone, except Keldain. A blue circle was around them, they seemed to be inside it. Bill got up and saw that he could move. There was a slight drag to his movements, as if he was naturally stalling at everything he did. His eyes widened as he realized everything was going as slow as the very last drop of malasis dripping from a jar. A water jug was falling off the counter, and he could see the individual drops falling slowly to the ground inside of the large pieces of water floating in mid-air. \"Whats...happening\", asked Toru.
\"Larien cast a spell on us. Larien what-\", but Bill was cut off when he saw that Larien was going as slow as everything else. \"He must have cast it on us, so we can do something...\", said Toru, his voice trailing off. \"Well\", said Whitti, \"We seem to be going fast, extremely fast. Faster than that drop of water, or that guy over there.\" Whitti pointed at a small goblin in the air, as if sprawled out, with a large dagger in his fists. He had a look of anger on his face, as if he was screaming, and he was directly above them. He had been trying to kill them.
Keldain grabbed the dagger from the goblin\'s hands, but it wouldn\'t budge. \"Its not moving like us\", said Toru, studying the goblin figuring how to stop him. \"Get out your swords\", instructed Bill. They pulled out their swords and were ready to strike if neccessary. Bill got behind the goblin and raised his sword. \"How do we-\", Bill stopped wondering how to stop the spell, when he saw the same figure that was watching them enter the town, but the figure was moving as fast as them!
Bill quickly walked over to the door and saw the gleeming eyes of the figure, staring blankly at him. The voices of the others trailed off behind him, \"I heard him say the spell before we became this fast. Maybe if I say it again....Macalbriem!\", and just as fast as they were going, time sped up again and the others had quickly pulled out a chair and shoved the goblin into it and put their swords to its neck. The figure ducked away into an alley. Bill returned to the others, still wondering who the figure was.
\"Who are you?\", shouted Toru, now evidentaly wide awake. The goblin sneered and moved his eyes to everyone, and then behind Bill. Its eyes widened then smiled. \"Why don\'t you ask them\", it hissed, and nodded its head towards the door. Two Daktreme were standing, with swords in-hand.
Larien shouted \"Dastroofa Kaduum\" and tourquoise lightning hit both the Daktreme and pushed them to the ground. Toru stabbed the goblin in the chest and pushed his chair backwards. Two arrows shot from behind the counter and landed in the Daktremes\' heads. \"I am Tasador\", said a man holding a bow, \"I have seen this evil before. Its Twauron.\" He sniffed, and wipped his face. \"You must go quickly, they-\", he said but was cut off by Bill, \"We know who they are. We are trying to kill Twauron and stop this evil. If you hate this evil, will you help us?\" Tasador jumped over the counter and said, \"You have my bow in the fight against evil.\" Tasador got some of his bellongings, a few instruments to make arrows, and they hurried away.
Outside, they saw a group of eleven Daktreme, backed by about 30 orcish half-trolls, who were waiting or were disrupting the houses around them. Two Daktreme were carrying lit torches, and five of the Daktreme had bows and arrows ready. Two Daktreme with bows walked over to the ones with torches. They put their arrows into the torches and lit them up, and then aimed them at the group. They stopped and couldn\'t move because of shock. The Daktreme pulled their arrows back and shot them both at Bill\'s head.
They flew fowards, and they seemed as slow as before in the bakery to Bill. Suddenly they stopped, inches away from his face, a hand gripped tightly around both of them. It was the figure, still in his black robes, looking at the Daktreme. He threw the arrows at the ground and stepped on them to stop the fire. \"Get out, get out now!\", he shouted.
A few torches appeared behind the others, carried by several trolls. They were lit, and thrown at the town. The houses lit up, but the screams were brighter, brighter with the evil that started them.
The figure screamed, and suddenly appeared right infront of a Daktreme with a torch, and sliced a dagger into the Daktreme\'s forhead. It fell off its horse, but a Daktreme grabbed the figure and put a sword to his neck. The figure suddenly disappeared, and the Daktreme\'s head rolled off its neck.
\"He can fair for himself\", said Dorian, \"we must go.\" They got on their horses and rode away.
The figure killed as many of the Daktreme as he could, but realized there was nothing he could do to stop them all.
He stood at the gates of the village as it burned to rubble. He stared until the adventurers were out of sight. \"You\", he said, a tear in his eye, \"you brought this evil to my home, and you must pay.\" And he walked away.
