Troall led Somos through a maze of tunnels and caverns. They zig-zagged and twisted around tight corners. The roof was constantly changing in height. Through spots of light and almost complete darkness, Troall effortlessly navigated this strange obsticle course, calling out warnings for Somos, who could barely keep the tip of her tail in sight. If Somos wasn’t following an expert spelunker like Troall, he would never believe that someone could actually get from one place to another.
Yet, here they stood at the mouth of another cavern, Somos trying to catch his breath. Troall barely seemed exhausted.
Well she didn’t just finish fighting a battalion, he thought bitterly to himself.
This cavern was much larger than the rest. The ground was much smoother and flat but most notable of all, it housed society of haedians. The same well-built, adept fighters that Frosty’s power had claimed. The other clan, Somos guessed. Directly to their left was the storm. It’s radius far bigger than before and growing. The haedians were beginning to gather around it and formulate a plan. Unfortunately, whatever they came up with useless once the cold touched them.
“Troall! Surface dweller!”
“Ah, shit,” Somos groaned. A few of them had spotted the pair. They rushed forward and surrounded them.
“This another one of you surface dweller pranks?” One snarled viciously. “We’ve had ENOUGH of these stupid games you and your friends have been playing with us.”
“Look at what they’ve done!” Another spat with all the venom they could muster. They pointed a claw to their enslaved companions, trapped within the blizzard’s walls. “How do you explain this harmless prank?”
They continued to shout a Troall demanding action and retribution. To send the surface dweller back where they came since they’ve caused nothing but bane since their arrival.
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Troall led Somos through a maze of tunnels and caverns. They zig-zagged and twisted around tight corners. The roof was constantly changing in height. Through spots of light and almost complete darkness, Troall effortlessly navigated this strange obsticle course, calling out warnings for Somos, who could barely keep the tip of her tail in sight. If Somos wasn’t following an expert spelunker like Troall, he would never believe that someone could actually get from one place to another.
Yet, here they stood at the mouth of another cavern, Somos trying to catch his breath. Troall barely seemed exhausted.
Well she didn’t just finish fighting a battalion, he thought bitterly to himself.
This cavern was much larger than the rest. The ground was much smoother and flat but most notable of all, it housed society of haedians. The same well-built, adept fighters that Frosty’s power had claimed. The other clan, Somos guessed. Directly to their left was the storm. It’s radius far bigger than before and growing. The haedians were beginning to gather around it and formulate a plan. Unfortunately, whatever they came up with useless once the cold touched them.
“Troall! Surface dweller!”
“Ah, shit,” Somos groaned. A few of them had spotted the pair. They rushed forward and surrounded them.
“This another one of you surface dweller pranks?” One snarled viciously. “We’ve had ENOUGH of these stupid games you and your friends have been playing with us.”
“Look at what they’ve done!” Another spat with all the venom they could muster. They pointed a claw to their enslaved companions, trapped within the blizzard’s walls. “How do you explain this harmless prank?”
They continued to shout a Troall demanding action and retribution. To send the surface dweller back where they came since they’ve caused nothing but bane since their arrival.
It almost made him feel a little bad for Troall.
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