Day Four
A Stony Battle
The team had trekked across the arid, stony desert. They had coped quite well considering that they hadn’t eaten or drunk for at least nine hours.
The team of heroes were quite grumpy because of Doughty’s constant moaning of “Are we there yet?” They all saw a cave and decided to stop off and rest. The cave was quite cramped as it was made of just some rock slabs resting on each other. They sparingly ate as much comida as they could and Theone restored everyone’s water containers with water.
“Hey, I was wondering how close we are to Tinsil,” Doughty asked Touchfire who looked quite bemused.
“The name of the village is Slinsil. And all we need to do is finish crossing the desert, pass through the… the… um… Forest of Haag then we are início free,” replied Touchfire stuttering quite badly towards the end.
“Well at least there aren’t any of Krill’s goons or monsters attacking us,” announced Doughty in a cheerful manner.
At that segundo a deafening roar erupted from outside the cave. They all looked angrily at Doughty apart from Athor who had a flickering smile.
“You had to say that didn’t you,” complained Touchfire.
The heroes stormed outside the cave to see a blurred creature. The desert with the night had seemed to have created a mist. They all agreed that it could either be a Balrog or a Dragon.
As the mist cleared, they looked again and to their horror they realised it was both a Balrog and a Dragon.
The dragon let out a fearful roar and swooped down to attack.
“Doughty, Athor and Touchfire take care of that dragon. Littlejohn protect the chest and I’ll destroy the Balrog,” ordered Theone.
They all leapt into action, each to battle their monster. As the Dragon glided at speed towards Doughty, Athor and Touchfire, Touchfire spoke something at the Dragon in a loud but soothing voice. It slowed down and stopped completely about ninety metres away.
Athor ran at the Dragon, battle axe poised. As suddenly as it had been pacified the Dragon turned volatile again. It breathed a jet of flames that engulfed Athor. The force propelled him backwards as he scraped across the ground.
Most of his skin was blackened and peeling terribly. He was severely burnt. He was knocked out as soon as he had hit the ground. It didn’t help that he had had a concussion the dia before.
Whilst that was going on Theone was single-handedly countering the Balrog’s flame claws and fiery breath with psychic shields and jets of water. Theone soon worked out that no physical attacks would work on the Balrog as its body was made of pure fogo (making it completely amorphous). At each impact of fogo and water steam erupted from the collision. The Balrog erupted like a vulcão shooting flames and magma everywhere. Theone protected himself using a huge impenetrable bubble made from psychic power. Theone was tiring. With all the might he had left, he shot a torrent of water at high power which struck the Balrog and turned it completely into a black smoke.
With as much speed as he could muster he raced over to Touchfire and Doughty who were defending the burnt Athor and the drained Littlejohn.
“What in the horizon in Zion happened here?” called out Theone anxiously, his eyes tracked on Athor.
“Don’t worry ‘bout them at the minute, just help us,” replied Doughty.
The Dragon hovered in midair breathing jets of fogo in large bursts. Theone shot back blobs of earth to extinguish the Dragon’s flames. The Dragon’s eyes flared then it swooped towards them and blasted powerful shock waves that were generated por its gaping mouth.
Theone managed to protect Touchfire and himself but Doughty was shot back protected only por his armour.
That Dragon snapped at Doughty then with one great, wide snap it swallowed Doughty whole.
“No!” screamed Theone in utter despair. The Dragon looked quite content as it licked his lips at its remaining targets.
With a complete suddenness the Dragon’s eyes looked fearful as its face contorted in agony. Its throat started to grow wider and cuts began to appear.
Touchfire and Theone watched in awe and hope. The finally a word jut from the Dragon’s throat and Doughty burst outwards. The Dragon’s black blood stained him.
“Oh damn, he survived,” joked Theone with a hint of relief in his voice. Touchfire dragged Athor back into the cave and started to heal him. Littlejohn came with him to regain his breath. Theone and Doughty started to chat about inside the Dragon’s throat.
After four days of harsh conditions and strenuous battles the five heroes were about to face their worst nightmare in the feared Forest of Haag.
A Stony Battle
The team had trekked across the arid, stony desert. They had coped quite well considering that they hadn’t eaten or drunk for at least nine hours.
The team of heroes were quite grumpy because of Doughty’s constant moaning of “Are we there yet?” They all saw a cave and decided to stop off and rest. The cave was quite cramped as it was made of just some rock slabs resting on each other. They sparingly ate as much comida as they could and Theone restored everyone’s water containers with water.
“Hey, I was wondering how close we are to Tinsil,” Doughty asked Touchfire who looked quite bemused.
“The name of the village is Slinsil. And all we need to do is finish crossing the desert, pass through the… the… um… Forest of Haag then we are início free,” replied Touchfire stuttering quite badly towards the end.
“Well at least there aren’t any of Krill’s goons or monsters attacking us,” announced Doughty in a cheerful manner.
At that segundo a deafening roar erupted from outside the cave. They all looked angrily at Doughty apart from Athor who had a flickering smile.
“You had to say that didn’t you,” complained Touchfire.
The heroes stormed outside the cave to see a blurred creature. The desert with the night had seemed to have created a mist. They all agreed that it could either be a Balrog or a Dragon.
As the mist cleared, they looked again and to their horror they realised it was both a Balrog and a Dragon.
The dragon let out a fearful roar and swooped down to attack.
“Doughty, Athor and Touchfire take care of that dragon. Littlejohn protect the chest and I’ll destroy the Balrog,” ordered Theone.
They all leapt into action, each to battle their monster. As the Dragon glided at speed towards Doughty, Athor and Touchfire, Touchfire spoke something at the Dragon in a loud but soothing voice. It slowed down and stopped completely about ninety metres away.
Athor ran at the Dragon, battle axe poised. As suddenly as it had been pacified the Dragon turned volatile again. It breathed a jet of flames that engulfed Athor. The force propelled him backwards as he scraped across the ground.
Most of his skin was blackened and peeling terribly. He was severely burnt. He was knocked out as soon as he had hit the ground. It didn’t help that he had had a concussion the dia before.
Whilst that was going on Theone was single-handedly countering the Balrog’s flame claws and fiery breath with psychic shields and jets of water. Theone soon worked out that no physical attacks would work on the Balrog as its body was made of pure fogo (making it completely amorphous). At each impact of fogo and water steam erupted from the collision. The Balrog erupted like a vulcão shooting flames and magma everywhere. Theone protected himself using a huge impenetrable bubble made from psychic power. Theone was tiring. With all the might he had left, he shot a torrent of water at high power which struck the Balrog and turned it completely into a black smoke.
With as much speed as he could muster he raced over to Touchfire and Doughty who were defending the burnt Athor and the drained Littlejohn.
“What in the horizon in Zion happened here?” called out Theone anxiously, his eyes tracked on Athor.
“Don’t worry ‘bout them at the minute, just help us,” replied Doughty.
The Dragon hovered in midair breathing jets of fogo in large bursts. Theone shot back blobs of earth to extinguish the Dragon’s flames. The Dragon’s eyes flared then it swooped towards them and blasted powerful shock waves that were generated por its gaping mouth.
Theone managed to protect Touchfire and himself but Doughty was shot back protected only por his armour.
That Dragon snapped at Doughty then with one great, wide snap it swallowed Doughty whole.
“No!” screamed Theone in utter despair. The Dragon looked quite content as it licked his lips at its remaining targets.
With a complete suddenness the Dragon’s eyes looked fearful as its face contorted in agony. Its throat started to grow wider and cuts began to appear.
Touchfire and Theone watched in awe and hope. The finally a word jut from the Dragon’s throat and Doughty burst outwards. The Dragon’s black blood stained him.
“Oh damn, he survived,” joked Theone with a hint of relief in his voice. Touchfire dragged Athor back into the cave and started to heal him. Littlejohn came with him to regain his breath. Theone and Doughty started to chat about inside the Dragon’s throat.
After four days of harsh conditions and strenuous battles the five heroes were about to face their worst nightmare in the feared Forest of Haag.