"Very... Well. Show me, Rose, my sister must stay alive and virginal... Our bloodline may just depend on it..." He said, worry creeping onto his face as he returned his dagger to its hiding spot.
Coming up beside Rose, Thildemar looked through to where she pointed, he instantly recognised the prisoners in the cage. "Damn! You were right, it is Giamond and Aria, my sister..." He looked over at her for a moment with a frown. "Have you ever fought before?"
Taking his dagger in hand once more Thildemar nodded his approval upon seeing her blade flashing into readiness.
"Draw as little attention to yourself as possible... Attack only if you must. It looks as though they will do the majority of the work for us..." With that he lept over the bushes and was in full stride for the wooden cage. He seemed like a timber wolf, the way he moved.
The two trolls closest to him now that he was at the cage were the ones entangled in their own fight for superiority. Only three trolls took notice of him right away. One tending to the fire, one that was female, was squatting down next to the growing fire, nursing an infant troll in her arms, and finally one that was watching the two trolls locked in battle.
The female troll screamed something shrilly, snapping all four of the male trolls to attention, even Thildemar looked over at her, put off by the ghastly sound she had made. The female troll stood quickly, pointing at Thildemar, screaming in her own tongue again and the trolls imediatly started after him. In one smooth motion Thildemar sliced the hemp rope holding the cage secure and flung the enterence wide. "Run Aria!" Thildemar shouted as he ran into the cage, lifting Giamond, with dificulty up, onto his feet.
Rose dodged as one of the trolls grabbed for her, being small was good...The shadows moved suddenly, picking Thildemar's poor burden up with ease, as they moved. A troll started towards Ariadne and was suddenly slamned into the ground by the shadows as they fell back.
Giving a look of thanks to Rose as he followed close after the shadows that bore Giamond limp form aloft. He lashed out ferally at the trolls that came too near to him.
Thildemar found a gap in the battles pace to glance about. He saw that the male trolls were retreating at the command of the female. He saw her tossing her one free hand about, in the air as she cackled more nonsense in her language.
"Beware! The female is casting a spell!" Thildemar shouted to his sister and Rose.
Rose glanced about a bit wildly. What now? She slid her dagger from her boot and aimed. It wasn't really made for throwing but in a pinch... Spreading her shadows too thin as it was she moved fast and slamned into the female troll, wondering vaugly if she, herself, had death wish.
Too late to have stopped the trolls spell Rose came crashing into her with as much force as she could muster. the troll was nocked back through the small fire, to the far side. Her child fell out of her grasp but was still locked tightly to her tit for just a moment more. The troll female's shrill scream peirced all ears within the camps clearing as the welp troll fell away from her sagging tit and landed with a small thud at her feet. The troll locked eyes with Rose, fury growing quickly on her face.
Behind Rose the trolls spell was taking effect. A cloud of putred stench filled the air, surrounding Thildemar and Giamond. The two of them started to wretch and gag.
The four male trolls entered into the cloud, after the two elves. They stood nearly two heads taller than the cloud. One of the four balled his fist up and aproached Thildemar from behind.
Grabbing Rose by the waist and lifting her with ferocious strength, the troll female shrilled once more, throwing her easily aside. Rose flew through the air, landing in the stinking cloud with a heavy thud that nocked the wind out of her, forcing her to take in a gasp. She imediatly started to gag.
4 male trolls:
The troll that came up on Thildemar was pulled back by one of Rose's shadows. All the other shadows immediatly returned to her side, shaking violently as if to warn the trolls away.
Rose closed her eyes reaching out with all she had. A breeze suddenly picked up to a gale force, blowing the cloud away and forcing the trolls away. She sent the shadows an order to get Thildemar's friend home safe and then, the darkness of unconciousness claim her.
The female troll reached down, taking her baby back in her arms, seeing the cloud of stench being blown asunder she ducked into the surounding forest. The male trolls flew a good twenty feet through the air, one crashing head first into a tree and falling limp to the ground. The others were off their feet, gasping for air as they had all caught a breath of the foul stink.
Thildemar:
Coughing up some bile Thildemar crawled over to Rose's unconcious form, he himself falling across her stomach, his own strength failing him.
Aria cried out as the stench overtook her as well. For a moment, she thought she and Gildmar were saved by her brother and the strange half-elf female. Then, the female troll had cast this spell and their escape seemed doomed.
She collapsed on the ground from the stench and within a moment felt rough hands yank her up none too gently and toss her over a gnarled shoulder. Through the corner of her eye, she saw the one her brother called Rose being handled like baggage as well. Large, warty hands grasped her ass roughly and painfully. She managed one more weak yell before losing consciousness.
The breath was knocked out of Ariadne and she came to suddenly. Groggily she sat up on the chest of an unconscious troll, and jumped up dizzily in surprise. Where had the rest of the trolls gone?
A small amount of strength returned to Thildemars limbs as he pushed himself up onto his feet. He saw Aria coming toward him. He motioned a hand to her. "Aria, my sister... Are you well?" He called out to her as he took a couple unsteady steps in her direction as well. She was still naked, a bruise or two starting to show from her rough treatment by the trolls.
But what caught Thildemar's eye was the stream of blood flowing down the inside of her thigh. The troll that had fingered her must have broken her maidenhead by doing so. She had not felt pain though... Not at the time... Only now did she began to notice a dull ache. "Oh no! The trolls! They had their way with you?!" He asked as he stumbled against her, holding onto her shoulders for support. "Oh no... No, no, NO!" He cried out as tears started to well up in his eyes.
"Now, not even Undar will have you... We are doomed..." Thildemar said, his tone bitter with dispair.
"Thildemar,"Ariadne said in bewilderment as she mopped a bit of blood up on her finger,"I don't know what you mean. One stuck his finger inside of me, but that was all...What do you mean we're doomed, brother?"she demanded.
Thildemar turned away, shaking his head. "Brother,"she demanded, pulling his shirt over his head to cover herself with,"I'm still pure. I'm still fertile and I'm incredibly needing to mate. Why should Undar taste all women and I have to retain my maidenhead? I understand that no one fertile should plant their seed in me: that should be Undar's task. But, why can't I share my body with whomever I wish?"
Stepping back from her brother's blanched and shocked face, she turned to find Gildmar among the rubble.
Consiousness began to slowly work back into Rose's brain. She felt a brush of a cool shadow and blinked trying restablish where she was. The shadows were gently supporting Gildmar but were now lowering him for Ariadne to check on.
*You didn't listen....* she though at them.
*WE ARE YOURS TO COMMAND, BUT ABOVE ALL, YOU ARE OURS TO PROTECT*
Rose sighed and stood shakily, glancing at an upset Thildemar. With no shirt. She smirked softly, noticing Ariadne seemed to have aquired it. She frowned suddenly at Gildmar's face. He looked familar....
He knew his sister to be right, and it wouldn't matter if she were not the only one left of there kind still to pass through the season of fertility. But she WAS the last one. "Thank the gods that the troll had only took her maidenshead." He thought to himself. It would take some time to persuade Undar to still take her now though... Unless...
Yes, he would have to take her to see the old crone... She knew much and would surely know how to handle this situation. "Aria, see that Giamond, Rose, and the man make it back to the village in safty. Then come to the crone's tree forthwith. I will be waiting there for you." Thildemar said as he pointed to Rose then the strange man.
With that he turned and walked off toward the crones home.
Giamond Gildmar:
Giamond's eyes opened slowly. HIs vision was blurry and he seemed to stare off into the distance as both Aria and Rose came to his side. He tensed up, making the wound along his stomach start to seep again. He turned his head to the side and his breathing began to come in short, shallow bursts.
Rose didn't really like just being left with these two but Thildemar seemed to think it important he leave.
She flinched as Giamond tried to move. The shadows dropped one of her more frayed, but clean, tunic's in her hand, seemingly from nowhere.
"Don't move..." she ordered, shreading the tunic she made a bandage, putting a bit of magic into the cloth to help the wound. The shadows moved at her comand, lifting him so he wouldn't strain the wound.
"Stay still, the shadows will carry you..." she said, watching the shadows gather her weapons.
Aria complied with her brother's request, although she knew that the visit to the crone would be painful. All visits to the crone were painful.
Rose, Gildmar and those shadows who caused her hair to stand on end were deposited in Gildmar's comfortable apartments. A healer was sent for and then she slipped away before anyone could see her disheveled hair, dirty shirt and crusted maidenhead blood.
After a bath, she dressed in virginial white robes and ventured out to meet her brother at the crone's home. As she passed a hallway, however, hands grabbed at her and pawed her. She looked up to the face of Undar.
Wincing as Rose tended to his wound Giamond brought his eyes to rest on her face. She caught an odd look on his own face. "Thank you..." He said in a weak whisper as he reached a hand up toward her. She saw his offered hand was quivering. He was straining to keep it aloft...