~*When Everything's Wrong...*~ [Intermediate/Fantasy]

[Otulissa]

((Writer's block...XD))  

[Bigfoot9000]

(( Same here... sweatdrop ))  

[Furyal]

((Lol... all of us have writers block.))  

[Bigfoot9000]

(Save us Starlight! We must not let the story die!)  

[Otulissa]

((Yeah...XD))  

[high tendencies]

[ Heh~ What if I don't know what to do, either? :3
Mmkay, how about, as Otulissa suggested, we get attacked and separated? ]
Hope looked around; of course sleep wouldn't come when she wanted it to. 'No use acting like I'm sleeping, though.' She thought, sitting up and crawling closer to the fire. As Hope moved, something rustled. She glanced around, feeling insecure. But why should she feel this way in such a large group? It was silly, of course; the others could be moving around. Duh.
But a sense of unease and dread prickled up her spine, making Hope shutter. There came the rustling again, and Hope felt foolishly frozen in place. Her muscles seemed locked together, and she felt scared stiff just to look out the corner of her eye. As she did so, a scream built up in her throat. All around the camp sight sat the trolls, drooling more than ever. And at it's head, cross legged, sat a smiling girl. The same one from the battle. "What do you want?" Hope choked out in shock, falling back from her crouch. The young girl giggled, standing up. "Have fun," She said softly, almost gently. Then, turning on her heel and giggling, she sprinted off, her braid following her into darkness.
And the trolls leered forward.

 

[Furyal]

Seymour jumped up, grabbing his axe. He dove forward, but missed the troll. He was half asleep, and his vision was blurred. He stumbled forward, tripping. He got back up and he shifted his free hand into a bears claw, and sliced, again missing. He rubbed his eyes quickly, and before he could look up, got struck by the troll's club.  

[Bigfoot9000]

Not fully awake James rolls over where he lay on the ground mumbling, "Five more minutes..."

Drifting back to sleep, James' hand comes to rest near the flaming lumber that made up their roaring camp-fire.

(I'll have James damage his notebook here so he doesn't have unlimited power with the help of his drawings.)  

[Otulissa]

Mirabel growled with contempt, "Those filthy trolls..." She hissed at them, and then leaped and lunged. She lashed out with her sharp nails, that were kind of like retractable feline claws. She hissed at the trolls again, dodging an attack with a lithe jump to the side.  

[high tendencies]

Hope clambered to her knees, pulling her sword from it's hilt. "Get the ******** away from us," She swore, shivering. They weren't expecting this. They were only half way awake, cold, and maybe hungry. And they were completely surrounded. They couldn't kill them all, they'd just have to break through and run...
Hope shuttered as Alex's voice rang out, "Split up and get the hell out of here!" And so she did, forcing her way through.
As the fuzzy bodied eased up, and she could actually breathe, Hope sobbed. She sobbed and ran, seemingly not able to stop. Did the others make it out, too?

 

[Bigfoot9000]

Hearing the sounds of combat through his half asleep state, James' eyes flew open. Opening his eyes to the carnage that was unveiled around their campsite, James jumped up from where he was sitting. In his panic James kicked his notebook from its position beside him in the flaming embers of their dieing fire. "s**t!" James yells, as he grabs for his burning notebook before it became campfire fuel. Swatting the flames out, James quick tossed his notebook into his rather empty backpack and ran for the edges of the camp as fast as he could. Dodging attacks as he went, James fled into the darkness that surrounded them.

(James will group up with whoever.)
(Or would it add more of a plot twist if one group was caught and taken prisoner?)  

[Otulissa]

But, sadly, Mirabel did not carry any weapons with her besides her own sharp claws and maybe even her teeth. The trolls were way out of her league, and she couldn't possibly measure up to them. A few bloody scratches didn't even slow the trolls down. So, she kept dodging the blows aimed at her. She didn't tire easily, and her endurance kept up. But, she knew she couldn't do it forever.

Mira leaped up high into the air, and then hurdled toward a tall tree, grabbing one of the branches and clutching to it.  

[Furyal]

((I want my character to be captured. Is that okay?))

Seymour quickly tried to scramble up, and got clubbed again. Everything was a blur. He got hit by the club again, and everything went black. He body fell to the ground and lay there, unmoving.  

[high tendencies]

** It will make a nice plot twist, but only half or less should be captured. Y'know, a little rescue mission to spice things up? xD So Seymour and James, is it? ~~

 

[Otulissa]

Mirabel's claws on her two hands cut into the tree's bark, and her shoed feet clutched on, too. She then relaxed a bit, leaning down onto the branch so that she was lying on her belly, with her arms and legs comfortably hugging the tree branch like a pillow. Mira sighed, and wished that Myu and Kii were with her.