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for-the-haunted-mist-i-ride · 5 years ago

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The aftermath: (Semi Complete RP between Abaddon and Nortrom)

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Abaddon crushed the ancient bones beneath his feet, dust collapsing from the withered fragments that had once been a man but to the Lord of Avernus they were nothing more that a fallen enemy. The last of the Ostarion’s troops had been vanquished, shattered beneath the Blades of Avernus and the soldiers of Aeol Drias. As they had breached the inner gates Ostarion had waited with his personal retinue, none now stood. Ish'kafel, the dark seer, had fled the field in a surge of speed when Jah'rakal, the troll warlord had destroyed Ostarion in single combat.

With the enemy so to did silence fall, not true silence, but the end of battle, cries of the injured rang true and clear, the creaking and groaning of the city fires below could be heard even in the citadel. But the clash of steel and bone ended, life was all that remained in the citadel of Franktou, no undeath to speak of, only the dust to mark their final passing.

Grinding his armoured boot into the dust Abaddon turned his luminous eyes upon the hall. It was a scene of carnage, a grand throne room of white marble, cascaded in the blood of the fallen, dust littering coating the floor in a grey flood of death, if their enemy had been living, the floor would have been a river. At the end of the throne room, lying across the throne was Jah'rakal, tossing his axes up randomly to his own amusement, after vanquishing Ostarion and in his eyes, proving himself the greatest, Jah'rakal,had taken to the throne in an act of pure, though not uncalled for, arrogance. Ahead of the troll were the remains of their forces, soldiers of Aeol Drias supported troops from Avernus and a vice a versa in a sight of brotherhood that had not been seen since before his fathers time; but celebrations could wait.

“You, men of Aoel Drias” he called indicating a group of the purple glad soldiers closet to him, they were young but their eyes glistened with a determination that he had come to expect from Aeol Drias, “Secure the doors behind us” he barked, indicating the throne rooms entrance way.

“Captain Franquer” the Lord continued, looking for the captain amongst his men. As he spoke a trio of men clambered forward, one supported by the other two. The centre man and the man to his left were clad in the garb of Avernus, obsidian plate armour, devoid of decoration except for a faint crest upon their chest. The final man, to Abaddon right, wore the garb of Aeol Drias; he look battle hardened akin to the centre man. As they approached the young soldier of Avernus spoke.

“Captain Franquer is injured my Lord Abaddon, “we have to get him out of here.” the man implored, though in reality he was little more than a boy.

Abaddon looked to the centre man, sure enough it was the captain, his beard and rugged face were unmistakable. Though he was battered and bruised, his armour dented, blood dripping from his left side and a large gash across his head. “What is your name soldier?” he inquired, looking to the young man, he held a strong form for one so young, and his eyes, they seemed so…

“I am Hurgoth my Lord, Franquer is my Father” he explained quickly, hoisting his father up as his form slipped a little.

Abaddon nodded, the mans words answering his incomplete thought, “Very well Hurgoth, you’re Captain now in your fathers absence” he ordered, the youths face twisting through an assortment of emotions, bewilderment, shock, horror before finally, Duty. As the boy nodded Abaddon continued, “take half of the company captain and work your way back to the lower citadel gates, gather the wounded and get them to the grand hall two corridors back, I want it turned into a healing station at once. And send a runner to out forces outside of the city, have them send supplies to the hall on my express order.

“Yes my Lord” Hurgoth responded curtly, waving for half of the company to go with him, a few of the battle healers of Aeol Drais volunteering to go with them as they did so, a dash of enchanted blue in the sea of Black that swiftly began to search the immediate vicinity for the injured. As they began to work the soldier from Aeol Drias who had been helping Hurgoth turned to Abaddon.

“And what if their injuries are to severe Lord Abaddon?” he inquired sternly.

Facing the man directly, Abaddon stared into his light brown eyes and dark skin, “Then put them out of their misery” Abaddon responded curtly, his voice echoing through the room, a potent reminder of what this war would entail.

Turning away from the Lord, the soldier of Aeol Drias left with Hurgoth to take Captain Franquer to the great hall.

Turning on his heel Abaddon marched through the throne room, gathering soldiers of both Aeol Drias and the house of Avernus beside him, Abaddon worked his way to the throne and Jah'rakal, the imposing warlord.

“Jah’rakal!” the Lord commanded as he reached the throne, the troll twirling his axes absent-mindedly until the Lord called his name, at which point he turned. Abaddon could feel some of the men behind him shift nervously, the trolls temper was legendary. “Last I heard” the lord continued unabated.”The scourge of the plains, Luna, was having trouble clearing the enemy out of the Northern part of the city, care to show her how a real warlord does it?” the Lord inquired, knowing that the troll would no be able to resist such a temptation.

The trolls eyes shifted at the mention of conflict, turning to the lord but not moving from his throne. “I could go” he mused lazily, looking at all of the puny humans in front of him, only Abaddon looking anything more than a bag of blood. “But what do I get Lord Abaddon?” he wondered, his tone offering little respect to Abaddon, though that was not unexpected, the troll didn’t respect anyone really.

Abaddon looked at the Troll curiously beneath his helm, he looked pretty comfortable in that chair; he had an idea, “Well, besides the bragging rights over Luna, why don’t we have that chair you’re so fond of delivered to your home after the battle?” Abaddon offered, causing a few concerned glances from his surrounding soldiers. “I mean, you did just shatter Ostarion twice for it, it would be a shame for it to go to someone… less deserving” the lord continued, watching the Warlord’s eyes react to the offer.

“A throne? all for me? YES! The Warlord deserves a throne!”he declared, jumping from the throne in one swift motion, shaking the ground with his bulk even as he twirled his axes. “I will show that elf!” he began, striding on past Abaddon and his men in eagerness.

“Oh Jah’rakal!” Abaddon called, causing the Troll to paused mid stride.

“Wha…” he began before it became clear. Waving his hands before the Troll Abaddon cast a shield of energy about him.

“Go with my blessings” the Lord commanded, nodding to the troll even as he turned away without even a note of thanks.

“On to my next victim!” he declared, twirling his axes as he ran from the throne room, intent of causing carnage wherever he want. As the Troll departed Abaddon could hear an audible sigh from his men; the Troll frightened everyone it seemed.

Turning to his soldiers Abaddon wasted no time on sentimentality, “We can celebrate later men, our job is not yet done. you men” he indicated a group to his left, roughly authority soldiers of both Aeol Drias and Avernus, search the remaining rooms for survivors, intelligence and artefacts, I want them all placed in this room unless they require medical attention.” he waved the men off, movement beginning immediately as the soldiers organised themselves into mixed bands, a growing sign of the trust the two forces had earnt for one another.

“The rest of you, with me, we are going to find the Nortrom, to the Cathedral!” he barked, his voice gaining a note of strength as he spoke. Striding away from the throne the soldiers followed, a mixture again, followed. As they marched quickly through the derbies one soldiers called from the group.

“How do you know he is at the Cathedral Lord Abaddon?”

“Do you really have to ask?” the Lord retorted, looking over his shoulder with his luminous eyes.

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Nortrom’s eyes had finally adjusted to the dark. There was little room for movement, the cathedral collapsed around him and the beams became propped up against the altar creating a small area of respite from the rest of the falling debris. In his arms the Silencer felt a weight, now cold and lifeless; He was trapped in a metaphorical broken sarcophagus with the corpse of his only known family member. Gone.

Shifting, he ran his fingers in a circular motion over the Inquisitor’s armour, the dents and cracks from battle making an uneven texture that split between metal and cloth unseen in the darkness. Around them there was no sound, the fires since died down, but the ash and smoke remained in a haze around them making each breath grate against the back of the throat.

Nortrom sighed. He was tired, and from the lack of feeling from his right leg, most likely injured. An effort to move quickly confirmed this, as pain shot up from the limb, pinned down by remains of a heavy stone pillar. Another, deeper, sigh. The effects of the artifact would last 48 hours, and were he to not be found before dehydration set in there would be two corpses, two silencers, uncovered in the end. That wouldn’t do- it would be a disrespect to his brother, to everything strived for today were such a thing to occur.

Unknowing if Abaddon and the main front had succeeded in their march, the Silencer could only have faith and put his trust in their troops: men and women, heroes and mortals, all walks of life - trust that they were capable to see the job done. With this in mind Nortrom felt it best to signal the others in some way, even if only to let them know there was someone still alive in this mess that was once a place of worship.

Raising his hand slightly, he called forth one last bought of strength, and Franktou was blanketed in silence.

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They metallic, rhythmic sound of marching vanished, as did the hushed whispers of the men… and the moans of the dying. Silence fell like a heavy blanket over Franktou, all fell into the abyss of the void as magic faltered and screams died while lungs still stretched; it was an uncomfortable sensation. doubling their pace in perpetual silence, Abaddon and his men reached the battered and somewhat collapsed gates to the grand Cathedral of Franktou with greater vitality than before, Nortrom.. a Nortrom, was still alive. Using hand signals, Abaddon ordered his men to begin moving the debris as carefully as possible, the intent to make room for one man at a time into the unknown centre of religion.

As they began their work minutes passed in absolute silence, no muscle twitched, no mouse scurried, no breaking stone shattered the silence. Then, with the force of an explosion the noise of life returned, screams and clashing steel, heavy breaths and roaring fires, their was no rising sensation, no warning, just the full force of noise and all it entailed.

“I really hope no one needed healing in that time” Abaddon remarked to himself as the men finished clearing a small entrance way into the cathedral. “We must be careful men, the Cathedral is unstable, do not move anything without my express command, do you understand?” he ordered.

“Yes my lord” the men rang, Avernus and Aeol Drias alike.

Nodding, the Lord of Avernus turned and proceeded through the tiny entrance way they had carved fourth; beyond it lay an image of desecration and carnage. The Cathedral was all but ruins, the roof collapsed, ash strewn, the western wall all but collapsed, the three remaining walls barley standing, their once beautiful stone scorched by flame; it was a miracle that anything could have survived in here.

Walking slowly into the cathedral, derbies high all about him, he felt as if he was weaving from a maze of death and masonry, walking for about a minute but barley making headway, Abaddon found a slightly larger patch of open ground.

“I need four men with me!” he ordered, “And tread carefully, this place is unstable” he barked even as a small selection of the roof’s tiles collapsed down, shattering shrapnel in the vicinity of their landing. Breathing deeply Abaddon focused his mind, their was at least one person in here, he could feel at least six fates pulsing in the room, though he would not know the location until he was much closer.

“How will we find Nortrom in this detestation?” one of the men rang, his accent that of Aeol Drias.

“I cannot see him, if it is him, yet, but I can tell you if we are going in the right direction.” the Lord responded simply, not looking back, but instead beginning to walk forward, slowly and deliberately; his men following in single file behind him.

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From the enclosed space, the approaching footsteps echoed and caused the stones to shift, letting lose small specks of gravel and dust from already precariously placed surfaces. Raising his head, the Silencer moved his grip from his brother’s corpse, lifting both arms over his head to brace their shelter lest what he was about to do caused it to collapse. Taking a deep breath, he called out as loud as possible. “Under here!” He hadn’t spoken since the battle and afterwards coughed heavily, the soot and smoke stinging against his throat.

Hopefully his words were heard, and those overhead were friend and not foe. Being in no condition to fight, leg pinned and broken, strength used up, there would be nothing he could do in defence should the ones that found him be Ostarion’s forces.

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Abaddon raised a fist to halt his men, the metallic ringing of their boots falling silent as they stopped suddenly. Abaddon had heard a voice in the dust filled air, its volume muffled by the dreary air which circulated them. The very fabric of the air was coated in dust and ash, it hung like an incense of decay over the once proud cathedral. The ground below them was a mosaic of broken craftsmanship, masonry, glass and woodwork crunched underfoot as the men had weaved through the rubble.

Abaddon breathed deeply, the voice had sounded familiar, could it be him? he could feel the fate getting stronger as they had progressed into the cathedral, maybe, just maybe. “Nortrom!?” he called, loud and clear, taking a step forward, “Where are you? We are coming!” the Lord continued, waiting in the desecrated cathedral ruins for a response from his friend.

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Another voice! Not only that, but a recognizable one; while the words were masked under rock and echoing chambers the deep, ethereal tone carried strong into his ears. Nortrom cleared his throat with a few more raspy coughs, gaining enough air to call out once more. “Abaddon! The centre of the cathedral!”

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As one the men turned sharply, the shout was muffled but hear able, there was no mistake, it was Nortrom. Moving swiftly Abaddon and the men closed in around a large pile of masonry and wood, it was a miracle anyone could have survived the rubble.

“Nortrom!” Abaddon called, “Are you hurt? we’re going to get you out of their.” he called, leaning close to the rubble as the men attempted to locate him and a way to remove the rubble safely. They were looking through gaps in rubble as well as moving some of the immediately obvious debris such as loose roof tiles and fallen beams.

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The echoing steps grew louder and more lose debris was sifted from the pile. Being sure to keep his arms up, to support what was keeping him from being buried and ignoring the sharp pains from where the shards of glaive had hit and rubble had crushed, he tried once more to help in their locating of his whereabouts. “You’re getting closer; The centre altar.”

Unable to hear the exact words spoken by Abaddon, Nortrom failed to answer his questions. Still, it was good to know the lord was alive- perhaps their side had won this after all. Leaning back with a sigh of relief, the Silencer waited.

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Listening to the words Abaddon nodded, they were in the right place. “Men! Find a quick way in, we don’t have time to move all of it!” He ordered, beginning to circle the mound of rubble, a collection of masonry and iron.

Abaddon shook his head as he circled the would be tomb, it didn’t look good, but maybe they would luck out. After all, Nortrom must have survived in a pocket, maybe their would be a route to him, or at least to get him out of the rubble.

Breathing deeply Nortrom focused on the fate of his friend pulsing faintly beneath the rubble. He was close enough to see his friend now, an skeleton of light twisting and turning in its fight for life. Across it lay another fate, recently extinguished. Abaddon shook his head as it dawned on him who the other fate belonged too.

“My Lord!” Called one of the soldiers, breaking Abaddon from his mind. “We may have something” he continued, waving the Lord over to the east side of the rubble. As he approached, the men now gather around, the solider continued to speak.

“This beam is wedged between the masonry here and it’s proper against the wall” he I dictated behind them, if that thing moves, the while lot will collapse, but, if we are careful, we can move the stuff to the right of it, it is mainly loose rubble, the beam seems to have held the heavier stuff from adding it’s full weight.“ As if to prove his point, the solider strode up to the rubble and removed a hefty piece of stone from the right of the beam, a chunk of debris came off around it but the larger mass did not move.

Nodding Abaddon strode forward and stared into the abyss that yawned beneath the rubble, the removed stone offering a tiny window by which to see.

"Move it all, and hurry! ” He ordered, stepping back for his soldiers.

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More shifting of stones from above. The Silencer winced, his broken leg displeased by the movement around them and Nortrom’s own movement to maintain the structural integrity of his shelter. The body on his lap was easy to pull away, none of the rubble had seemed to harm it’s form; even being the one to kill his brother, he wouldn’t want the remains to be mutilated.

Around him the continuing sounds of debris being moved were heard, and the weight above his arms became easier and easier to shift with every passing minute. Eventually a crack of light peered through, breaking the darkness and causing the man to squint and cover his eyes. A face, human, not undead. Good.

Nortrom lowered his arms, once more cradling the body of his brother, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that wafted in from the slowly expanding hole. Attempting a thankful smile as the gap widened and Abaddon came into view, the Silencer sighed with relief. “You’re one hell of a sight for sore eyes.”

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As the rubble broke away and the Lords nervous wait was over, he was relived to see the face of his friend, Nortrom the Silencer, champion of Aeol Drias, was alive. Smiling beneath his helm, the Lord nodded, “As are you Nortrom” he indicated for the men to continue moving the rubble. In truth Nortrom looked disheveled, weak and in pain, both emotional and physical. Bu the fact remained he was alive, he hadn’t realised it, but Abaddon had been highly string over the whole ordeal, he had hated the plan from the start, such solo ventures more often than not resulted in death.

As the men moved the last of the rubble the Lord pushed his wandering mind to the side and took a step forward, two of his men propping the Silencer up, another two gently, but slowly, moving Red’s corpse away. It was a strange sight, to see the two of them together, even in such circumstances; though he guessed no one would ever again.

Looking the man over again Abaddon noticed the trapped leg, pinned beneath masonry; it looked painful, “Get his leg free men” he ordered quickly, indicating the rubble. He looked down to Nortrom, masonry dust heavy in the air from the constant shifting stone. “Nortrom, I can seal the wound if you wish, it should make it easier for you.” he offered sincerely, his mind still a little stunned by the whole image, Reds cold corpse, Nortrom’s injured leg, the whole ruined Cathedral; in truth this campaign had been one of horrors.

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Nortrom was reluctant to turn over the corpse, but knew he couldn’t hold on to it and move from this location at the same time. “Be careful, I don’t wish him harmed.” To late for that…

When first being moved Nortrom winced, a strained hiss given as his leg was pulled and a faint internal cracking could be felt. Thankfully the fact he was pinned was caught right away, the soldiers setting him back down and working to lift the pillar away. He thought all feeling had been lost from below the knee. He thought wrong. The moment blood was attempting to return to the lower limb a surge of pain shot through his extremity, causing the man to jolt giving an embarrassing yelp of pain.

Catching his breath, Nortrom nodded in thanks towards one of the troops who had offered up their canteen. The water was cool and much needed, soot and dust stinging the back of his throat and leaving his lips dry and mouth parched. The man downed most of it immediately and messily, caring little for manners at the moment. Wiping his mouth with a gloved hand, the Silencer handed back the canteen and looked to Abaddon. “I- I think that would best. Even so, I doubt I can walk without assistance.”

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The Lord nodded, waiting a moment for the Silencer to compose himself, water dripping down his dust covered chin. To his right his men gently as they could, moved the body of the Crimson inquisitor, Nortrom’s twin brother; depositing him in a slightly less debried filled spec of floor to there left. Stepping forward the Lord of Avernus kneeled besides his friend and slowly moved his gauntlet covered hands over his leg, hovering just above the wound for a moment, tendrils of mist examining the wound through his gauntlets. Without a word the Lord of Avernus clasped his hands about the wound, causing a yelp of pain to escape the silencers lips; but the Lord ignored it he could not care for such minor pain now. As his hands met the wound, a flash of blue and black light shone through the gaps between the Silencers wound and the lords hands. Bone was instantly set, flesh covered the external would and a small semblance of pain relief undoubtedly came to the man. yet as this happened, the Lords felt his own leg, the one deliberately braced against the floor, shift and surge in pain for the briefest of moments, though he made no sound of it. To heal meant he suffered a minor version of the same wound, such was the price for his gifts.

“I do not expect you to walk unassisted” the Lord proclaimed, standing straight, ignoring the pain in his leg, it would die down soon enough. Offering Nortrom his hand, one of the other soldiers also offering the Silencer assistance, the Lord of Avernus smiled beneath his helm, “So lets walk out of this ruin together.”

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ninafashionista-blog1 · 6 years ago

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Best heroes for 7.20, pt 1

Slark, The Night Crawler

Slark received some very strong buffs. Not only his abilities have been reworked, but also the fact that Slark Slark is now one of the heroes who, with a non-multiplying ability, can cause a lot of trouble to the enemy heroes. Now, from his Pounce you cannot teleport or cast some mobile spell.

Our “fish friend” also received an Ultimate counter that increases its duration with leveling. The most significant change is that when the hero dies with the Essence Shift debuff, it allows Slark Slark to steal one unit of dexterity. Taking into account how Slark will be involved in the fights, it can be very beneficial.

The only bad change for the hero is the reworking of Force Staff, which now allows the victim to get out of Pounce. If you already suffer from Slark Slark in the enemy team, buying this item can make your life a lot easier.

Troll Warlord Jah'rakal, the Troll Warlord

Most of the towers in the game have been reworked. In Troll Warlord, Troll Warlord has completely removed them and now, instead of them, the ability creates a grid effect. This allows the hero to buy Basher and Abyssal Blade, since earlier these items simply did not work on Troll Warlord Troll Warlord.

This hero is one of those who received a large number of buffs. His chance to grab a stunned enemy gained an increase in chance of triggering along with leveling. Fervor received more stacks, the ultimate was also redesigned radically.

Troll Warlord's ultimate ability Troll Warlord is now one of the strongest items in his arsenal. The new Battle Trance now gives even more attack speed, movement speed, vampirism, but most importantly: Troll Warlord Troll can no longer die and be slowed by the time of the ultimate. If this ability does not raise you MMR, then it is not clear then what will raise.

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The King glares at the Troll Warlord from afar. He misses his ult bashes. And now, he is intent to kill the troll. If he can't bash, no one can. But, as his luck had gone downhill lately, the branch Wukong is perched on snaps beneath him! He falls to the ground with a loud thud. Fucking brilliant.

The warlord aimlessly wandered around in the jungle, he liked to go on walks from time to time to clear his mind after being done defending his ancient. But this time, he felt uneasy as he did so, as he felt being constantly watched. “I’m going to kill whoever decides to mess with me…” Jah'rakal thought to himself as he paranoically looked from left to right, looking for the one who was giving him those bad vibes.

After a while, the troll gave up looking for the threats, with a loud sigh, he slumped his back into a nearby tree, just to hear a loud thud behind him, “Fuck, I guess it’s noth… -ing, huh?” the lord muttered to himself as he turned around to check out the loud sound, just to find the monkey king stamped on the ground with a branch underneath him.

“BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jah'rakal bawled loudly at Wukong as he held his stomach with both his hands, “YOU CALL YOURSELF THE KING OF MONKEYS WHEN YOU FALL OFF BRANCHES? WHAT A JOKE YOU ARE, AHAHAHAA!!” he said as he mockingly pointed at the monkey king, “How pathetic…”@monkey-king

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nortromthesilencer · 7 years ago

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Do girls poop?

"Oh for fucks sake..." He ran a hand down his face, huffing, "Yes, Jah'rakal."

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tartaricing · 8 years ago

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May Grays

As a reward for @jahrakal-the-troll-warlord on Discord, a drabble

It was daylight in the forest, or what it seemed to be according to the tweeting birds. The sky was a gray, cloudless blanket, diffusing any sunlight onto the ground. Aiushtha, the enchantress, skipped through the forest and out through the lake.

"Good Morning, sparrows!" The enchantress greeted, smiling at the resounding chirps as they perched on her horns.

"Good Morning, squirrels," The squirrels skittered to her, acorns in paw.

"Good Morning, bears," The bears looked on at her, not lifting a single paw.

"Good Morning, fish, " She looked down at the river as it still shone, despite the dreary sky.

"Good Morning, trees!" She raised her hands upward to the tops of the highest redwoods. Her sprites followed her, twirling and giggling in enthusiasm. This continued on as she went on to the caves. Her stomach grumbled just as she stood on all four hooves, "I guess all this skipping and greeting works up a big appetite." Aiushtha took note of how ripe the berries were this season and walked over to them.

Meanwhile, in the mountains, Jah'rakal was preparing a roast boar for himself and only himself. He hated the other trolls on the mountain, so he exiled himself in a small cove overlooking the forest. The troll warlord was muttering to himself how horrible this one troll was, how entitled and prideful they were despite being lazy and using their trauma as a clutch. After checking the fire, he poked the boar with a stick and it came out clean. He threw the stick off the mountain and used a knife to carve a section of the boar. Cutting a thick piece off, he chewed on it ravenously. After swallowing it all, he popped off the cap of a canteen and drank a bitter juice, courtesy of Witch Doctor. Jah'rakal spat a bone out off the mountain. He sat, deflated, looking down at the forest and contemplated the wistful, gossipy forest creatures that teemed in every crevice possible. Their chattering and their hopping irritated the troll warlord so.

He then realized what was missing in his meal, the reason why his mind went on a tangent towards the forest creatures. He needed something sweet. There was the smoky umami of the boar and the bitterness of the juice, but there was nothing to contrast the flavors. Swapping the knife for his signature axes, he set out downward to the forest.

Aiushtha was whistling a tune of old, picking at the ripest berries possible with multiple bunches in her hand. After she gathered a satisfactory bundle, she sat down by the lake, eating the berries and surveyed the land in wonder. Occasionally, she gave a berry to random animal that happened to hop by.

Jah'rakal finally got into the opening of the forest, looking at the trees and all of the possible paths before him. He then saw a path of sand, and decided to walk on that one. He readied his axes.

He was lucky to get through a good part of the forest, and with sight intact due to the lack of sun. It was a peaceful walk, where there was nothing but squirrels and sparrows. His mood actually relaxed and he started to smile a bit, perhaps the forest wasn't as bad as he thought. He could see the lake from this distance.

Unfortunately, that was short-lived. There was a soft thud of footsteps in the distance. He looked back, thinking that the source was behind him. The thud of the footsteps began to grow louder, so he concluded that it was getting closer to him. He spun his axes upward.

"What's the big idea stomping your way here?" Jah'rakal yelled, "I'll mess you up, just like I did with your kind!" The footsteps were deafening until a treant stood in front of the troll warlord. "Even better!" He threw an axe at the treant's eyes, using the other one to chop away at his leg. The treant let out a tremendous roar and chopped at the ground, only for the troll warlord to dodge and chop more at his leg. Jah'rakal used his speed to climb onto the treant and pull the other axe from his eye. The treant let out an ear piercing scream, causing the troll warlord to lose his grip and fall. Luckily, he rolled further from the treant and began to toss his axes like a boomerang to keep distance.

The Enchantress's eyes opened wide at the sound of the treant screaming. She dropped her bundle of berries and grabbed her spear, trotting towards it.

It was only now that the axes weren't doing much damage save the treant's eye. The treant's wood was simply too thick for any of the limbs to break. The treant's irritation was building and it showed. He slammed his fists at Jah'rakal more frequently and started to growl. The troll warlord then noticed a rot in the treant's right leg and a twinkle appeared in his eye. To take advantage of the opportunity, he started to taunt the creature, insulting his mother. After that, he tried to run behind him.

Unfortunately, his leg was caught by the treant. The treant began to laugh at him and tossed him at a tree, which caused it to fall. The troll warlord screamed on impact, feeling his back crack in multiple vertebrae.

"What are you doing?" Aiushtha pleaded loudly, "Why are you being violent?" She gripped her spear tightly as she assessed the damage, "Why did you do this to Troll Warlord?!" She hopped towards Jah'rakal, helping him out of the tree, "Are you okay?"

"Don't interfere, this is all my fault," The troll warlord scoffed, swatting away some of the healing sprites, "All this for some berries... ALL THIS?" He swept dust off of his shoulder and charged at the treant, using the remains of the fallen tree to jump at his face. The enchantress looked on with worry as the troll's axes hit both of the treant's eyes. The treant began to wail as he scratched his own face, desperately scrambling for the troll. The troll was simply dangling by the force of his own arms, since the axes were embedded into the treant's eyes.

"Jah'rakal!" The enchantress gasped, "Please hold on!" With a step forward, she tossed her spear at his head, widening a crack from his eyes. She then used the same remains to jump at the treant's face.

Landing on her spear, she gave a gentle look and touch to Jah'rakal, sending a healing sprite to his back. "You don't have to do this alone." With her hind legs on the treant, she pulled her spear out, causing the crack to spread and deepen. The treant let out one last wail before breaking apart completely, starting for the face and outward towards the limbs. The Enchantress fell on her legs, but collapsed on the ground.

The troll fell backwards as well, onto his back again but with more mobility thanks to the healing sprite. He let his axes drop and stood back up, running towards Aiushtha and picking her up. He carried her to the lake and let the healing sprite do its work. While she was sleeping, he ran to retrieve his axes. Upon returning, he started to stroke her fur while the rest of healing sprites helped the two.

After a while, the enchantress woke up, looked at Jah'rakal and asked with curiosity, "What happened to that treant?"

"He broke up and died," The troll smiled, "You slept for a long time." He was eating Enchantress's bundle of berries.

"What are you doing with my berries?" She admonished.

"I was here for the berries, you know," He felt a playful swat from her, "Just kidding, you can have some. I actually like you, unlike the other forest creatures." He handed half of the berries to her. She ate daintily, still processing the events of today.

"If you wanted berries, you could've asked me," She pouted, "No need to get into a fight with a treant."

"Not my fault, but you did amazing, dear."

"I heard you insulted the treant's mother!" The troll leaned in and gave a peck on the cheek. He stroked the same cheek with his finger after.

"Thanks for being a friend, though."

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valyrra · 2 months ago

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【シャドウバース】「ビューティ＆ビースト」採用の最新エルフデッキをピックアップ！【皆の反応】

最新レシピをピックアップ！

6月29日に実装される第5弾パック「ワンダーランド・ドリームズ（Wonderland Dreams）」のカードを使用したデッキについてまとめました。今回はビューティ＆ビーストを採用したエルフデッキをピックアップしてみました。

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— しみた@シャドバ、モンスト垢 (@B7xwbX2sXLLYYl9) 2017年6月27日

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皆の反応

ビューティ＆ビーストってまともにやってたら思いつく処理される方法ヘクターしか思いつかない

新弾実装近いから新しいエルフデッキを考察したいがビューティ＆ビーストをメインの１つとして採用するならニュートラル主体のデッキにした方がいいんかな。ニュートラル全然使わないからベルエンジェル以外のドロソ知らないし、せっかく鏡の世界とかいうカード出るんだからエルフ主体にしたいけど

そういやスノウとかいうパワーカードの登場でビューティ＆ビーストの評価上がりました

ロイヤルの構築考えてたらエルフ相手には鏡、双撃で盤面返され、ビューティビースト絶対抜けない

破壊、ダメージ耐性は恐らく思っているより厄介ただそもそもニュートラルエルフの評価が低い

ビューティ＆ビースト軸考えてたんだけどエンシェントで手札に戻るから守護どう展��していくかが課題になりそう

OTKにするにしても双撃とビューティビーストは個人的には評価高めなのでこの二つを活かすためだけにある程度のニュートラル入��るのはありなので鏡を取り敢えず3にしてみて、実際使ってみて怪しかったら枚数調節ですかね…

ビューティ＆ビーストのスタッツどうなってんのって思ったけどデイ

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6月29日に第5弾パック「ワンダーランド・ドリームズ（Wonderland Dreams）」が実装！シャドウバース攻略速報では新環境デッキを募集中です！新カードを使用したデッキを投稿して頂くとサイト内にてご紹介させて頂きます！是非どしどしご応募お待ちしております！(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

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