Yes yes, I didn't finish my first story ^.^ too bad. This popped into my mind and I wanted to see what people thought. So hopefully you read and enjoy ______________________________ Giest shivered. The wind was ever cold in this part of the mountains, but this didn't affect him, being a frost giant. It was his companion that scared him. It's not like he was huge and terrifying, but rather the fact that he wasn't. The monster was less than half the height of Giest himself. Hearing his voice, if it could be called such, chilled the giant to his core. It did not come from a mouth, though he had one, rather it emanated in the minds of everyone he wished to hear him. Plus, he was a Deminus... ~•~ A choking gurgle bubbled up from the now severed head of the goblin. Vielni shuddered in disgust. Why must creatures such as this exist? He wondered to himself. At half the height of the elf, the goblins used crude stone and wood tools, and spoke in a guttural, harsh language. Their ugly, scaly green hide offered protection from cold and little more. The fight had lasted about ten seconds, Vielni against twelve goblins. Of course, their natural cowardliness prevented them from being worthy foes, so Vielni simply carved them up with his twin long knives. After cleaning his blades, he swiftly looted the little encampment with the grace of one who had done this many times before. A little lizard they had been cooking - Vielni didn't know how they would split it between the twelve of them - made for a quick snack, and he was swiftly on his way, navigating the Hellion Forest with ease, having been born and raised here. He was not taking is exile lightly, being angry enough to slaughter anyone he encountered. As he just did. The elf's handsome face was carved into a scowl, sharp teeth bared. Narrow yellow eyes, not unlike a cats, peered into the darkness, scouring for life or a place to rest. His long, unkempt white hair fell about his shoulders, horrifically contrasting to the dark night. A quick pat to his pocket reassured him of the sacred possession he kept there. Suddenly a bush shuddered, and Vielni, without a second thought, pounced, blades bare. In moments he held a little gnome by his neck, panting with the small tussle. Gnomes were not big, but their muscle was compacted into the small body, giving them strength unimaginable to a such a tiny man. Vielni knew this, though, so was wary when holding this almost child-sized person, and kept his blade up against the gnomes belly. "Who-are-you?" Vielni stuttered out in his small knowledge of the gnomes language. What came in response was beyond his small vocabulary, so he switched to Common Tongue and repeated the question. "I-I a-am G-Gusha!" He squeaked out, then passed out in terror. Vielni spat in disgust. This being was so filled with fear he wanted to eat it right there. But he needed to know why a gnome had come so far into the elves territory, and questions such as that gave him much pleasure to answer.
Fine, here you are people who requested an update _____________________________ About ten minutes later, the gnome, Gusha, awoke, looking around for a moment with unrecognizing eyes, before seeing Vielni and uttering a small whimper of fear. Hearing the noise, the elf turned and smiled, and with his naturally narrow eyes and sharp teeth, it was extremely unpleasant. "So, little man, care to tell me why you're in my forest?" Vielni chuckled at his own joke, then stared across at Gusha, who flinched, then sat up with feigned calm. "I-I was lost..." He began when Vielni uttered a bark of laughter. "How do you not know that you are wandering into this particular forest, hmm? I'm sure your friends have told you all about it..." Vielni uttered with obvious scorn. Idiots were not people he liked to interrogate. Gusha shook is head, trembling. "N-No, Gusha is very much lost, Gusha has no friends to tell him anything!" Vielni was about to laugh, when he noticed the gnomes looks. Ragged pants, faded from a green to a brown in patches, a cheap cloak over a simple tunic. His hair was quite dirty, and longer than gnomes tend to have hair, which was usually just above the eyebrows. This one's was long enough to cover the eyes of the gnome and brush his nose, but was held back. Obviously he had been traveling for quite a while. Vielni also snorted in obvious dislike at the memory that gnomes often referred to themselves in the third person while speaking Common Tongue. "Well then, lonely Gusha, why are you here, hmm? You wouldn't get lost doing nothing, correct?" Vielni inquired. He was getting hungry, lizards usually don't fill the belly that well. "I, um, am looking for a-a gnomish invention, eons lost in this country, and Gusha's family needs it to regain it's reputation among the Gnomic Counsel!" This outburst was not what Vielni expected. He too had suffered the wrath for not recovering an Elvish artifact on time. Punishment, as his father was the King, was banishment. Vielni was struck with conflicting emotions, which was odd. The first was the desire to help this gnome find the invention and return it, helping him regain his stature. The second was simply to eat him. Then again, gnome muscle was very dense and chewy, hardly appetizing. "Well, Gusha, you're in luck. For I have decided to help you reclaim this invention, and restore your family's pride."