Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-16047389-20140226184337/@comment-16047389-20140728141939

(And back from a five day vacation.)

''Prince Calehad looks skyward, uptowards the Floating Stone Castle. He notices something looking down at him. It's a Goldskin! But not just any Goldskin. Calehad recognizes this one. She frequently comes down from the floating castle to attack his nation and people. She must have summoned the firebird to attack him. This was the last straw! Perhaps his father would seek a more peaceful path, but Calehad could no longer sit idly by while he and his people lived under constant attack. The Goldskin would pay for her crimes, here and now.''

''Calehad retrieved some fish from the seas, and set upon his journey for the Floating Stone Castle. It took him five moons to go around the frozen hills, but he finally managed to reach the ruins of the City of the Lesser Trolls. The city was home to the Skybridge, the only means of reaching the floating castle. He had only heard of this place in stories, but every bit of it was true. As he looked around the ruins of what was once an enormous city, he could see the last remaining Lesser Trolls that still inhabited it. Almost two stones in height, the thin pink skinned Lesser Trolls lurched across their city on their two unbalanaced legs (at least that's what the Grizzled Ones called them). They wore skins of varying colors that was not their own, and some even wore rocks on their heads, covering their faces. Those must be the smarter ones, the ones that realized how hideous they are and try to hide it beneath stone. Although, it would take more than a few rocks to disguise their grotesque features. Calehad has had a few experiences with Lesser Trolls before. Most tend to avoid his people, but a few have been openly hostile. Calehad decides to use a more sublte approach, moving behind the cover of the ruined structures. If any Lesser Trolls had seen him, they did not react.''

''At last, Calehad had made it to the Skybridge. And there standing at the front of the bridge was she, the wicked Goldskin Lesser Troll. She was responsible for the death of many of hispeople, commanding fire and lightning to slaughter men, women, and children. The many that attempted to stop her were slain, and the few that attempted to plead for mercy were reduced to cinders. Her reign of terror would end on this day, but she is the most dangerous foe Calehad has ever faced before. He must consider his plans carefully.''