Vilmah
05-23-2006, 02:13 PM
Vilmah woke up to the sound of Nojinbu breathing. She smiled at him, from across the room. He sat with his back leaned up against the wall, while she awoke from the spacious bed that the inn in Brill provided. She still remembered last night.
“Oh, there’s only one bed..” she said, looking nervously at the room they purchased together.
Nojinbu nodded. “It be alright,” and sat with his back against the wall.
“Oh no, you take it,” Vilmah said, pleadingly.
Nojinbu shook his head. “Nah, ah’m usta sleepin in strange positions.”
She stretched her limbs, and grabbed her armor. She’d laid it against the bed earlier that night, and was now wearing a silk shirt she had sewn only days ago. Nojinbu wore one too, underneath his black tuxedo. The red brought out his pale blue skin, and made Vilmah recall the journal entries he’d written about living with the other Ice Trolls. He sounded as if writing his departure was painful, and she could understand why.
Getting an idea, she grinned and picked up her Whirlwind Axe. I think I’ll surprise him with breakfast. I wonder if he likes bat meat?
Wandering out from Brill, she began walking towards a series of huge bats. They looked meaty and tough, and Vilmah wondered if perhaps Nojinbu would prefer them raw rather than well done. She carefully approached one, her axe poised to decapitate it, when a hand clasped around her mouth and caught her ponytail in a tight fist.
“Don’t scream, orc,” said a voice, in Common. “It will only make this last longer.”
A moment later, her body lay upon the dying grass, blood from a wound on her head mingling with the decaying plants. She breathed shallow, and tried to catch a glimpse of her attacker, before she quickly went unconscious.
“Oh, there’s only one bed..” she said, looking nervously at the room they purchased together.
Nojinbu nodded. “It be alright,” and sat with his back against the wall.
“Oh no, you take it,” Vilmah said, pleadingly.
Nojinbu shook his head. “Nah, ah’m usta sleepin in strange positions.”
She stretched her limbs, and grabbed her armor. She’d laid it against the bed earlier that night, and was now wearing a silk shirt she had sewn only days ago. Nojinbu wore one too, underneath his black tuxedo. The red brought out his pale blue skin, and made Vilmah recall the journal entries he’d written about living with the other Ice Trolls. He sounded as if writing his departure was painful, and she could understand why.
Getting an idea, she grinned and picked up her Whirlwind Axe. I think I’ll surprise him with breakfast. I wonder if he likes bat meat?
Wandering out from Brill, she began walking towards a series of huge bats. They looked meaty and tough, and Vilmah wondered if perhaps Nojinbu would prefer them raw rather than well done. She carefully approached one, her axe poised to decapitate it, when a hand clasped around her mouth and caught her ponytail in a tight fist.
“Don’t scream, orc,” said a voice, in Common. “It will only make this last longer.”
A moment later, her body lay upon the dying grass, blood from a wound on her head mingling with the decaying plants. She breathed shallow, and tried to catch a glimpse of her attacker, before she quickly went unconscious.