This choice: Cross the bridge, face the troll. • Go Back... You slowly made your way down the hill and, sighing nervously, you approached bridgehead. You didn't really expect to face a troll in the first day of your mission... in the best case scenario, you would manage to sneak past the she-beast. And if that failed, at least you would have the chance to defend yourself. You tried to hold that in your mind, as you cautiously walked toward the sleeping monster girl, one hand grasping your sword, and the other holding your nose tightly shut.
The creature was clearly in deep slumber, unleashing loud snores every few seconds, and this gave you the opportunity to look at her more closely. In many ways, she matched the mythological stereotype of a troll: big, muscular, dumb-looking and obviously, very, very stinky... Her entire body was covered in sweat and filth, the kind that made your stomach churn every time you stopped a small insect crawl across her greyish skin. Her tusks very nearly avoided growing moss and her hair was twisted into a black, oily mess. Her body hair was probably a paradise for lice.
But none of those things could match the horror, the disgust, the hatred you felt staring at her feet. 'Feet'! You even hesitate to call those pinkish pads on the end of her massive legs 'feet'. Her soles were covered in dust and sweat, more so than any other part of her body, but that wasn't the worst thing about them... as the troll girl gently wiggled her toes in her sleep, you could see a stream of jam oozing from the filthy crevices, and literally feel the vinegary stench coming off of them and hitting your skin. The toxic foot fumes made your eyes water, and it was enough for a bit of toe-polluted air to slip into your nostrils, to make your lungs ache and spasm under the effort of silently coughing.
A couple more seconds in the presence of the disgusting troll, and you felt like throwing up. In an effort to prevent an involuntary personal protein spill, you tried to tiptoe past the monster girl as fast as you possibly could. But in your haste, you had neglected to see the pool of sweat accumulated at the creature's feet, and as soon as your boots touched the ground beside her, you lost your balance, falling to the ground with a loud thud from your shield and clang from your sword.
And as you gained consciousness of what had just happened, a loud, guttural voice suddenly echoed behind you: "HU-MAN!".
Your heart pounded furiously when you turned around to see the troll girl standing over you, her eyes burning with anger as she furiously shouted in your face: "BAD HU-MAN! HUMAN TRY CROSS BRIDGE AND NO PAY BRIDGE TAX! HU-MAN! YOU PAY BRIDGE TAX!"
In a sudden impetus of courage, you managed to regain control of your muscles and jump back on your feet. You stand before the angry monster, one hand reaching for your sword and, halfway between an escaping and a fighting stance, you quickly decide your course of action.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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