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As his daily routine goes, Drizzt walked out of the cave
in which he’s been staying in as the last rays of sunlight disappeared into
darkness. He was ready for whatever came; he loved the physical activity
(lifestyle activities, rather) that started out his night. A smirk came across
his face and he stretched his arms and legs.
He summoned his best friend, the panther Guenhwyvar, and they were off walking through the mountains of the Icewind Dale. Suddenly, the snowy ground began to shake beneath their feet. Drizzt’s lavender eyes widened as he saw a large yeti coming towards him and his cat friend.
Standing high above the dark elf, a giant, hairy, three-toed troll stood about 10 feet away. Drawing his two scimitars, he stood his ground as Guenhwyvar crouched down to the ground, ready to pounce.
The moment the troll noticed a meal standing so close by, it began charging forward, paying no heed to the weapons drawn. Drizzt quickly realized that the troll wouldn’t stop. He jumped to the side, jumping agilely onto a rock, almost losing his balance in the quickness of his movement.
The troll lifted its clawed hands up to swipe at Drizzt, but Guenhwyvar jumped on its back, digging her fangs into its hairy back. It seemed as if the troll had lost all coordination because it was wobbling back and forth, its arms swinging widely around, searching for the pest on its back. Drizzt, remembering that you can’t beat a troll without fire, had to act quickly.
Distract it a little longer, Guen, he thought as he ran back up to his camp. Quickening his speed, he started a small fire in the designated spot for it. He picked up a large, long log from the fire and ran back out.
To his unfortunate surprise, two more trolls had shown up. Apparently, they had injured Guenhwyvar to the point where her reaction time had slowed down. Dismissing his friend back to her home, Drizzt ran towards the beast with more power than before.
Ignoring the training program his father had taught him as a child for fighting, he wildly threw the log at the trolls. A loud screech could be heard, echoing in the mountains as the fire spread through the thick hair of the three trolls. Two fell down, dead, but one still stood. Drizzt guessed that it had rolled in the snow to put the fire out.
He ignored the fact that his body needed hydration as he turned to flee back to get more fire. Without Guenhwyvar there to distract it, Drizzt could hear the creature following close behind. As if he were on anabolic steroids, he ran faster to outrun it. He began to feel muscle cramps in his legs, so he stopped, thinking up a plan. He stood by the still burning fire to catch his breath, hoping the troll would follow him into the cave, where there’d be no escape from his wrath.
Just as he had thought, the troll came walked into the dark cave. Before he could pick up another log, though, the troll charged towards the drow, trying knock him back. As the two large hands drew closer to Drizzt, he put his arms up to hold them back. He felt the pain going up his arms as he strained his muscles to push the creature back. Fear of spraining his arms ran through him as he continued to overexert himself to fight the troll.
He felt as though he’d pass out from heat exhaustion when the troll, by some unknown force, stumbled back a few steps. To Drizzt’s surprise, he saw his dwarf friend, Bruenor. Drizzt smiled only for a moment before grabbing another log and throwing it at the horrid beast.
Dumbfounded as to what had just happened, it covered its flame-filled face and it ran out of the cave.
Drizzt sighed to see yet another foe gone for now. Exhausted, he wobbled up to his helpful friend and smiled again.
“Darn drow, I told ye it was dangerous up ‘ere in the mountains. Soon it wont be trolls or yetis that are the problem, it’ll be frostbite or hypothermia! Come home with me, so you don’t die up here.” He laughed as he assisted Drizzt down the mountain to the halls in which he lived.
Wearily, the dark elf smiled as he limped down to his friends’ stone halls. That night Drizzt could sleep well in a nice warm bed, not having to worry about monsters interrupting his simple life.
He summoned his best friend, the panther Guenhwyvar, and they were off walking through the mountains of the Icewind Dale. Suddenly, the snowy ground began to shake beneath their feet. Drizzt’s lavender eyes widened as he saw a large yeti coming towards him and his cat friend.
Standing high above the dark elf, a giant, hairy, three-toed troll stood about 10 feet away. Drawing his two scimitars, he stood his ground as Guenhwyvar crouched down to the ground, ready to pounce.
The moment the troll noticed a meal standing so close by, it began charging forward, paying no heed to the weapons drawn. Drizzt quickly realized that the troll wouldn’t stop. He jumped to the side, jumping agilely onto a rock, almost losing his balance in the quickness of his movement.
The troll lifted its clawed hands up to swipe at Drizzt, but Guenhwyvar jumped on its back, digging her fangs into its hairy back. It seemed as if the troll had lost all coordination because it was wobbling back and forth, its arms swinging widely around, searching for the pest on its back. Drizzt, remembering that you can’t beat a troll without fire, had to act quickly.
Distract it a little longer, Guen, he thought as he ran back up to his camp. Quickening his speed, he started a small fire in the designated spot for it. He picked up a large, long log from the fire and ran back out.
To his unfortunate surprise, two more trolls had shown up. Apparently, they had injured Guenhwyvar to the point where her reaction time had slowed down. Dismissing his friend back to her home, Drizzt ran towards the beast with more power than before.
Ignoring the training program his father had taught him as a child for fighting, he wildly threw the log at the trolls. A loud screech could be heard, echoing in the mountains as the fire spread through the thick hair of the three trolls. Two fell down, dead, but one still stood. Drizzt guessed that it had rolled in the snow to put the fire out.
He ignored the fact that his body needed hydration as he turned to flee back to get more fire. Without Guenhwyvar there to distract it, Drizzt could hear the creature following close behind. As if he were on anabolic steroids, he ran faster to outrun it. He began to feel muscle cramps in his legs, so he stopped, thinking up a plan. He stood by the still burning fire to catch his breath, hoping the troll would follow him into the cave, where there’d be no escape from his wrath.
Just as he had thought, the troll came walked into the dark cave. Before he could pick up another log, though, the troll charged towards the drow, trying knock him back. As the two large hands drew closer to Drizzt, he put his arms up to hold them back. He felt the pain going up his arms as he strained his muscles to push the creature back. Fear of spraining his arms ran through him as he continued to overexert himself to fight the troll.
He felt as though he’d pass out from heat exhaustion when the troll, by some unknown force, stumbled back a few steps. To Drizzt’s surprise, he saw his dwarf friend, Bruenor. Drizzt smiled only for a moment before grabbing another log and throwing it at the horrid beast.
Dumbfounded as to what had just happened, it covered its flame-filled face and it ran out of the cave.
Drizzt sighed to see yet another foe gone for now. Exhausted, he wobbled up to his helpful friend and smiled again.
“Darn drow, I told ye it was dangerous up ‘ere in the mountains. Soon it wont be trolls or yetis that are the problem, it’ll be frostbite or hypothermia! Come home with me, so you don’t die up here.” He laughed as he assisted Drizzt down the mountain to the halls in which he lived.
Wearily, the dark elf smiled as he limped down to his friends’ stone halls. That night Drizzt could sleep well in a nice warm bed, not having to worry about monsters interrupting his simple life.