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''' ''Tales of the Crippled Troll'' ''' is an [[anonymously authored]] [[book]], written in [[Darkonese]], and consisting of a dozen short stories concerning the mayhem caused by, and the misadventures of, a [[Dread Mountain Troll | mountain troll]] that was [[maimed]] by a [[Darkling|darkling]] and his band of [[brigands]]. The stories are set in south central [[Darkon]] and take place in the last decade. The stories are in fact true and the work is quite useful to a prospective hunter of [[Dread Mountain Troll | mountain trolls]]. | |||
[[Category:Monstrous | ==Excerpt== | ||
''We were at the foot of the [[Dargal Pass]] when it - all 20 feet of it - burst into our encampment. The carnage was frightful, but we were a well disciplined lot, and lost not a moment in arming ourselves with [[fire]]. But it did not fear flames and was untouched by them. Indeed it broke off its slaughter, snatching up a [[torch]], as well as the [[arm]] that bore it and the man connected to that arm, poking the whole at us mockingly. Whereupon Scar emerged behind it, his face a frightful mask of wrath. Our dark leader spat out what I knew to be a [[curse]]. This was followed with another fell [[Vistani]] [[enchantment]] which he had used often. The troll was struck [[blind]] and roared with fury. Scar signalled for a [[horse]]. This I fetched and received instructions to follow with hammers, chisels, wood and water. A sniping barrage led the thing far out into the scoured [[plain]] where the first rays of dawn turned it to [[stone]]. We were then set to work, at first hacking, and then shattering, by heating with fire and cooling with water, one end of the great block. A little before [[sunset]] we were ordered to return to our camp and to scatter the broken pieces as we went. A couple hours later our leader returned, looking entirely pleased with himself. I dared raise an inquiring eyebrow and he said: “I wished to know from it how it had laughed off the flames. And I wished it to know who had taken its [[leg|legs]].”'' | |||
==Authorship== | |||
''Tales of the Crippled Troll'' was created by '''[[USER:Cure | cure]]''' as part of a contribution to [[John W. Mangrum | John W. Mangrum's]] [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (posted on the [[Cafe de Nuit|Fraternity of Shadows message board]]). | |||
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Tales of the Crippled Troll is an anonymously authored book, written in Darkonese, and consisting of a dozen short stories concerning the mayhem caused by, and the misadventures of, a mountain troll that was maimed by a darkling and his band of brigands. The stories are set in south central Darkon and take place in the last decade. The stories are in fact true and the work is quite useful to a prospective hunter of mountain trolls.
Excerpt
We were at the foot of the Dargal Pass when it - all 20 feet of it - burst into our encampment. The carnage was frightful, but we were a well disciplined lot, and lost not a moment in arming ourselves with fire. But it did not fear flames and was untouched by them. Indeed it broke off its slaughter, snatching up a torch, as well as the arm that bore it and the man connected to that arm, poking the whole at us mockingly. Whereupon Scar emerged behind it, his face a frightful mask of wrath. Our dark leader spat out what I knew to be a curse. This was followed with another fell Vistani enchantment which he had used often. The troll was struck blind and roared with fury. Scar signalled for a horse. This I fetched and received instructions to follow with hammers, chisels, wood and water. A sniping barrage led the thing far out into the scoured plain where the first rays of dawn turned it to stone. We were then set to work, at first hacking, and then shattering, by heating with fire and cooling with water, one end of the great block. A little before sunset we were ordered to return to our camp and to scatter the broken pieces as we went. A couple hours later our leader returned, looking entirely pleased with himself. I dared raise an inquiring eyebrow and he said: “I wished to know from it how it had laughed off the flames. And I wished it to know who had taken its legs.”
Authorship
Tales of the Crippled Troll was created by cure as part of a contribution to John W. Mangrum's Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror project (posted on the Fraternity of Shadows message board).
