The Stone Plains

As the traveler continued upon his path, he would eventually find a tree. However, what appeared to be a strange grey dust around it, as well as cracked rocks, proved quite unnatural, adding to the messy goop nearby it. A good ten paces away, the Half-Elf would soon be capable of viewing something most unfortunate, as well as un-expected.

Mongthol, a good eight of them, huddled under a small tree. This wouldn't be strange, if they weren't facing away from it surrounded by a massive crater ringing the tree. The pit wasn't that deep, but deep enough for the mongthol to not climb back up, or stagger back down after stumbling their way up halfway.

Tens of noises were heard in a fair variety, snorting to screeching, all quite the unpleasant to hear. Every now and then, movement could be heard, causing the handful of livestock to scurry around and panic, senseless as their options were empty at hand.

Suddenly, as he would walk in the opposite direction to grab more stones, the pigs began to squeal, then, the bridge he began to form crumbled and fell. Something had moved it like nothing from the bottom. But with all of those rocks? As heavy as they were? Then it came from the bit.




Carrying a mongthol within its mouth, the massive monster was easily seen climbing effortlessly out of the pit it had made. Its stomach would've seemed a problem for climbing, one would thing, completely bloated with... was it rocks? It seemed to be, and the noises of them clattering within its stomach was convincing as well. A snarl, and a snap, then the mongthol within its mouth exploded, blood spewing everywhere. 

The beastly creature soon lifted its head, first facing away from the warrior. Turning to its left, then to its right, it spotted the man. With a mighty snarl, it turned around and roared at the man, soon gurgling and coughing out pebbles, shooting in random directions, a snake-like tongue slithering out of its mouth as it wiped off of the blood clean from its mouth, and began to march forward, towards the surprised warrior.

The creature snarled and screached lightly at the elf. It continued to slither at him, as if in a salamander-like formation. Eventually, however, his stomach seemed to decrease in size, and more lumps were seen protruding from its skin. It was growing from the substance? That couldn't be right, it was nearly impossible! The creature, looking at the man's strange stance. Obviously, by its reaction of continuing to charge forward, it had a low intelligence.

However, its combat method was quite the opposite of unintelligent. From there, its head twisted a perfect 90 degrees, mouth opening wide to show all forms and sets of teeth, rows of fangs paired with that of molers. With this sudden twist, its gaping jaws leapt forward towards the male, a hiss gassing out with the monster's neck lunging out towards the warrior.

With the contact Brock made, he would feel a sharp pain within his shoulder. The dragon's hide was literally stone! But yet, it seemed even more strange than this, that there was more too it. The beast snarled, leaping against him, hurling the male away from him as he was right next to the creature.

From there, the monster dug its head into the ground, curling up into a ball. The spikes following down its back and spine proved quite useful, as treads to a wheel as the creature began to tumble faster and faster towards the elf.

Brock didn't hesitate to plot out his next strike. At this point, Brock the tiger guy was the lesser of his problems since he seemed to be helping him. When the stone beast fell on his side, Brock leaped forward towards the belly.

Brock pulled his right arm back with his hold on his knife reversed. With the blade facing outwards, when he was close enough, he would strike the beast with a slicing motion. As the blade met the skin, the enchantment he had activated earlier took effect. A bright red energy emitted from it and the blade as so sharp that it cut the air at such a sharp point that it could cut skin before it touched it.

Sparks flew as the blade made contact with the belly. The first slash was the slowest. Once the blade was out of the beast, Brock's arm began moving a lot faster, making three slashes in a second. His intent wast to cut the stomach so bad the beasts gut would fall out.

As Brock regained his footing after being kicked, he looked to Aithen and nodded in response. As Aithen made his move, Brock was moving forward to get into the position to make a strike to beasts head from below. With the beast busy with Aithen, Brock would have a split second here and there to make his strike.

When the time came, Brock would take his knife and throw it into the bottom of the beasts mouth and through it's tongue. As the knife made contact, Brock made a leap towards the knife with the center of his palm. His goal was to slam the knife through the beasts brain. The enchanted knife with his abnormal strength.

It definitely didn't feel good having Aithern crush his hand between the knife and his foot. Not to mention it was a stone beast they cut through. Just because Aithen didn't really do any damage to his hand doesn't mean Brock couldn't feel it. Through the pain, he knew it was a blessing in disguise.

The added force of Aithen's foot did force Brock to let go of the knife, sending the beasts head up and backwards, having been hit in the uppercut motion. Brock took more notice to the giant pink gem. He'd then look to the pigs. Following that, he would see his knife and put it back in it's sheath.

"Thank you! Besides crushing my hand, i'm glad you showed up! I'm Brock, Forge Master from the Black Lion Tribe in The Phoenix State. Something was pulling me this way, some kind of unique mineral. I'm going to take that the giant pink gem there is what I was being pulled to. It will be a great piece for the Forge! The magic that I can enchant weapons with will be great!

First I need to get those Orc pig things. I don't know if you coming into town, but I would suggest coming in with me so they don't think you're chasing them." Brock spoke to Aithen as he made his way to the giant gem and carried it on his back, "I'll cut your half of the gem when we get the pigs back and collect the reward.

All Brock could do was stand up and look at the Gem falling. He slumped a bit and pouted as it fell into the depths of the tunnel. It was like winning the lottery and then getting robbed before you spent a dollar.

"Yeah, but now I have to go all the way down there to get it and that thing is still down there. I'll have to go home, get armor and a beast to climb the walls, and find it. Damn it!" Brock spoke in a sad tone while looking down the tunnel.

"I hope the reward is good, I wasn't even planning on rescuing the things till I found the flyer out here." He spoke to Aithen as he pulled a piece of folded paper from his short leather shorts and unfolded it, "This guy put out a reward on these things and I just happened to be looking for stuff here."

With that, Brock took off with Aithen and Mongthol.>

The troll panted heavily, hands swiping over its punctured skin to break off and pull out the small arrowed which punctured it, growling as the beast roared down at the gnome.

However, as if suddenly coming into existence, sprinted forward he, the strange one. The troll suddenly snapped its head towards the knight, roaring as it marched a step forward to face the knight that seemed to sprint forward, the pounding footsteps just as heavy as the troll's themselves. With that moment, the knight could be seen, a massive lion upon his shoulder as his sword was tilted behind him now, the blade held the other way as soon the knight tackled the troll silently, sending the troll to the ground.

Being launched off of a tackled troll was never fun. Especially for Sentinel Havalon, a whisper of a grunt heard echoing through the metal helm. Staggering to get up, the knight looked to the troll that marched forward, swinging its right arm downwards upon the knight. Where at this point, the shield was raised by the Sentinel, emitting a massive, white shield, bouncing the fist away as the troll roared in confusion.

Then, upon this point, the shield would lower, a mighty sword slashing upwards in its right position, slicing against the chest and stomach of the beast. Roaring loudly, hands clenched onto the stomach of the beast, And from there, once more, the knight ducked downwards, grunting louder this time as he lifted up the troll, a mighty strength seen in this act. However, knees shook and breathing grew silent, soon turning the monster as it was slammed onto the ground sideways. From there, his sword returned to his hand in an instant, pinning the monster's left arm with the spikes on his shield, slicing at the raising left arm with his sword as the beast's arm fell, giving up in the fight.

However, with one last roar the troll stared up to Havalon's Visage with a hateful stare, and from there the sword was impaled in the center chest of the beast. It gasped, groaning as its head soon fell to the ground mightily, sighing out a strange, white smoke that seemed to escape quickly into the depths of the holes nearby. The body formed to stone, and from there, the sword was yanked out before the wound would become such as well. 

Panting heavily, the Sentinel looked to the gnome, heavy breathing heard as he stared with calmness, though it couldn't be seen. Swirling his blade in hand, the knight looked to the gnome's person, a bit miffed by its apparel. "I've known gnomes to be smaller." He stated, gently, a small laugh ensuing the minor compliment.