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Blood-Mane trudged diligently through the blizzard covered mountains, the thick snow muffling his footsteps. Down below in the valley he could see the party of humans creating a trail of tiny footprints as they marched ahead. From his view on the mountain they looked kind of like ants traveling in a line, and he assumed they probably looked about the same up close. He was sure that they must be freezing without thick coats of fur like himself. Keeping careful watch, the troll questioned if perhaps they would eventually just stop moving altogether, and he would descend down the mountain to find an army made of solid ice. The thought created a slight grin underneath the beast's giant nose.

His thoughts turned to food, as a rumble that would terrify armies rattled from his stomach. Searching around the mountains in this area proved scarce for snacks, as the local wildlife seemed to be not nearly as well equipped for the cold as the tasty mammoths and frost-tigers that lived near his cave in the north. Another quick scan of the area revealed only the party he was following, and not even a footprint of another animal caught his sight.

Blood-Mane, discouraged, turned back toward the band of humans to see if they had frozen solid yet. However, they continued to move forward at a steady rate. The dark army of humans on dark horses unnerved the troll, though he was not sure why. They were definitely small, though they seemed powerful and creepy somehow. The thought helped encourage the troll to stay at a distance in the mountains and not disturbing the lot of humans.

Blood-Mane's eyes traveled over the rest of the group. The odd group of humans riding bears traveled below. The bears were large and sturdy, and the troll wondered if perhaps they might loan him one bear as a snack. It was unlikely they would part with their rides, though, and Blood-Mane decided it probably wasn't worth making them angry to find out. In the sky above them, the strange, flying creature glided, appearing to the Blood-Mane to be the most powerful of the army, and remained the only one of the creatures below that currently made sense to the troll as someone who might be summoned for this sort of task.

As Blood-Mane continued to affirm his decision to stay at a distance, a small motion caught his eye. Off, not far in the distance, he spotted a deer. It would not be a substantial meal by any means, but would be better than nothing. He walked carefully behind boulders, moving as stealthily as a giant troll could, in the direction of the deer. Despite his efforts, though, his movement succeed in startling the animal, and it took off across the mountain slopes.

Determined and hungry, Blood-Mane pursued his one chance at a decent snack through the jagged rocks and half buried trees dotting the snow-covered landscape. Eventually, he managed to circle around the animal, somewhere lower down the mountain, and crouched for a while behind a boulder. After some time of waiting, the deer began to get closer, traveling slowly down the sides of the mountain slopes. Fortunately, right at that moment, some sort of signal of light shot into the air nearby, startling the deer right down toward the motionless troll, who crouched under a large rock just large enough to cover him.

After a while of waiting, the deer made its way to the rock where the beast waited, and Blood-Mane managed to grab his snack. Biting the deer in half and chewing his tasty meal, Blood-Mane stepped out from his hiding spot, hoping to finish the rest of his meal more comfortably. As he began to take another bite, he heard voices talking about something to do with barbarians.

Blood-Mane looked down, mid-bite, and realized that he had, in his distraction, managed to run right into the humans he had been following.
I should have a post up later today.
Gusts of wind traveled violently over the tall mountain peaks, screaming in shrill pitches as it carried snow through the half-buried trees. The cold wind whispered through the matted fur of the giant beast that sat quietly atop the peak, his eyes staring inquisitively at the scene unfurling below. Despite the thick curtain of snow, the mountaintop provided a rather clear view of the mesa on which the castle sat. Gusts of powder carried from snowdrifts seemed to pelt the castle like waves crashing against the shore, and at times would wash over the party that gathered around the stone fortress. The troll leaned in, observing every motion of these small creatures that had traveled through this ferocious weather.

Blood-Mane didn't care much to join the crowd of humans that gathered, assuming that they might begin doing something irritating like shouting or throwing little pointy sticks at him. Aside from the collection of humans he used to protect at his old home, most tended to fear him as a monster, and would respond to his presence by running or attacking...or fainting. It was understandable. They were little creatures.

Blood-Mane knew that they were not all actually human, but all the little human-like creatures looked about the same from his viewpoint. He usually just considered them all to be humans. The ones that gathered in the distance, however, were an interesting collection, appearing similar to the brave ones that used to challenge his strength in the past. There were creepy looking ones, wearing black robes, riding on the backs of horses. A group of really short ones gathered nearby, talking to another group on...bears? It had honestly been many years since Blood-Mane had seen so many humans gathered in one place.

A large bird-like shadow glided over the tops, landing and disappearing into the castle. That looked more like the type of creature Blood-Mane expected to be aiding in this type of quest.

The troll turned his gaze to the castle. It was well built, but small, about the size of the rock that Blood-Mane used as a chair in his current dwelling. Needless to say, there was no way he would fit through that small door at the front.

The castle looked warmer than the outdoors, and Blood-Mane remembered that this type of weather was usually uncomfortable for humans. They looked cold, and it remained a mystery why they simply didn't enter the castle. As for himself, Blood-Mane was perfectly comfortable in this weather, protected from the winds by his thick layer of fur. The troll would have considered turning back, returning to his cave and enjoying the eternal winter season, were it not for the requests of his old kingdom and the descendants of the humans he had vowed to protect.

He noticed some of the humans moving into the castle, the crowds of interesting little creatures scurrying out of his view. Blood-Mane resolved that he would need to get closer if he were to figure out their plans, and decided it necessary to travel down the mountain.

Snow-laden winds continued to rush noisily around the peaks of the mountaintops. The ground rumbled as the beast steadily stood up, and began his decent closer to the castle beyond.

The beast was unsure whether his steps could be felt as far away as the castle, and hoped his movement would not alarm the humans within.
Blood-Mane


Ceaseless snow continued to pelt the kingdom of Death's Peak. The long lasting winter season had taken an especially brutal toll on the mountaintop kingdom, where high elevation and far northern geography already frequented harsh, snowy seasons. Giant icicles draped from the front gates, which was shrouded halfway to the top with massive snow drifts. A dark, hooded figure, cloaked by the torrential snowstorm, trudged into the kingdom. As he entered, a small crowed of familiar friends quickly welcomed the figure into the warmth of the local tavern. Inside, they all crowded around a letter their friend had brought.

“That explains this awful weather,” stammered one of the members, after a brief pause to scan the page, “but who is Sulan Mudiye and why...”

The letter carrier began to speak.

Another interrupted “The king is forming an outfit of heroes?” followed by another “Mudiye was that old adventurer from the lower kingdoms, right?”

The letter carrier raised his voice over the flood of comments. “Dead is what he is. He reached his old age a few months back.”

“Then why is the king searching for him, and why bring the letter to our kingdom?” the first continued to ask.

The letter carrier answered, “Word of Mudiye's death has not spread quickly enough. Had it, and I would not have had to make that pointless trip to the kingdoms at the bottom of this mountain. The letter has no recipient now, so here it lies. Wasted effort.”

The band of close friends spent the night catching up with their traveling companion, drinking mead in the fanciful “Hall of Blood-Mane”. The giant statue depicting the legendary troll stood silently at the back, seeming to quietly watch the youth as they ate and drank.

“So no heroes from this section of the land, it seems,” one of the companions finally let out as he perused the snow-drenched letter again.

“Old Blood-Mane could stop those nasty villains,” mused another, looking distantly in the direction of the noble statue, “if he were still here.”

“Or if he even existed,” another corrected.

Conversation meandered to the well-known tales of the legendary beast, and argument over trivial details of the kingdom's history had somehow lured the group into the town library. Dusty books perched on old shelves, glazed in a thin layer of ice. The group sat huddled around a decrepit book, its title engraved in gold leaf “The History of The Kingdom of Death's Peak”.

“...not more than a creature of stories and legend.” the letter carrier read,” But it is believed by most of those who dwell in Death's Peak, that Blood-Mane, upon seeing the prosperity of the kingdom, took it upon himself to retire into the desolate mountains of the north.”
“So he may truly exist?” another of the friends pondered, distantly.

Several days later, be it weariness of the dreaded winter, or simply youthful curiosity, a handful of the young friends decided to adventure north, in search of their kingdom’s legend. Packed with a handful of provisions and some warm clothes, the enthusiastic adventurer's began their journey. Several days of hiking and interrogating local villages eventually guided them to a small town on the foothills of the far northern mountain range. The cold and weary team entered into the shopkeeper's quarters, invited in for a warm tea. There, the old man told them many stories, none containing trolls, before hearing their tale. Intrigued by their courage and fiery spirit, he offered them passage deep into the mountains along side his son and his companions, who would journey into the mountain range occasionally for merchandise, apparently crafted by a hermit or something.

After another several days trek, the cold wind biting ravenously at the crew, they prepared themselves for the trip back to their kingdom. Having wandered much of the mountain range with neither sighting nor rumor of a giant troll, the group decided to examine one more mystery before heading home. Atop one of the higher peaks sat a rather large cave, similar to the one outside their own village. After climbing the rather steep mountain, the group hesitantly entered the cave, planning to spend the night there to sleep before rejoining the shopkeeper's caravan and heading to the foothills.

Immediately after entering, they were met with two giant, hairy feet. A monstrous figure, larger even than the statue in the mead hall, leaned down, his head larger than the tallest of the adventurers. His unusual face, with large ears and a giant nose, began to be illuminated by the light from the mouth of the cave. His mouth opened slightly, revealing large, sharp teeth.

“We...” on of the small humans finally stammered ”We have come to summon you for … a quest … I guess?”

The troll stared at the group, breathing out, and releasing a cloud of cold breath from his giant nostrils.

“We're from Death's Peak,” another added, ”and we need your assistance once again. Great Blood-Mane ... you are Blood-Mane correct?”

The troll continued to stare and breath.

“The winter is, well, we, umm...we got this letter, summoning a, umm, a great hero.”

The group then proceeded to read the letter aloud, unsure if the old troll, staring motionless, was even listening. As they read, they cleverly substituted the name Sulan Mudiye with Blood-Mane, as if it had been originally written that way. After finishing they stood silent for a moment, staring into the giant troll's black eyes.

Another of the group eventually broke the silence, “So … will you help our kingdom?”

The giant beast finally began to stand up, his long, matted fur brushing against the side of the cave. The group stared in wonder as the ancient monster began to slowly trudge down the mountain. The ground thundered as the figure slowly walked into the distance.

As the old monster disappeared into the thick blizzard, one of the group finally broke the silence.

“Why are there so many baskets in this cave?”

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A small band of dwarfs walked up to a group of elves on bears. Snow fell over a dark, ominous army. On the horizon, through the relentless snowfall, a careful eye could just barely make out the outline of a large beast on one of the distant mountain peaks, motionless, watching the troops gather.
I will have a post up soon.
@RabidAnubis Thank you!
I have really enjoyed reading everyone's character sheets. There are a lot of really well designed characters in this role-play, I think. I look forward to seeing where this goes.
Here is my new CS submission. It is a little more out-there than my last, but I think he will be an interesting character to play. He definitely shouldn't overlap with anyone else's characters, I don't think.


I will try to have a new CS up later today.
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