Aerandir was finally starting to become familliar with the continent, Ea. He had purcahse a small map from a shop back in Lomedor, and was now sitting alone in the comfort of the Taurai Woods, studying his map and marking places he would like to visit in the future. Places like the Ered Annon Mountains, or the small Village of Estolad.

He put down the map and examined his surroundings again, for what seemed like the millionth time, but everytime left him feeling relaxed. He was in a small clearing, off to the side of a long pathway that twisted its way awkwardly through the forest. He currently sat, leaning back against a small boulder. He was surrounded by similar boulders, he wondered how they had got there, as there were no cliffs or rock bluffs nearby that they could have fallen from. He was surrounded by hundreds of ancient oak trees, standing tall and proud, like great pillars holding up the sky. In the clearing he was laying in, he had a perfect view of the blue sky above. Aerandir was dressed in a simple green tunic, his ranger's cloak over top. His bow and quiver lay lazily to the side, although he had come to relxe, there still was the chance of attack from some monster or angry animal deep within the forest.

Aerandir`s ears perked up in alarm as the sound of crunching leaves came to his attention. His hand quickly darted to his longbow, which was strung in a matter of seconds. He quickly picked up his quiver and attatched it to his belt, drawing an arrow and resting it on his bowstring. He whispered a simple word of power, and the tip of the arrow became alive with crackling electricity. He stood in silence for a few moments before a humongous troll came crashing angrily into the clearing, arms raised in the air, huge mouth open, screaming a terrifying battle cry. Aerandir loosed his arrow and let it fly towards the ugly beast.

Rora Denanem was a happy and nice kid, mostly liked by everybody he met. So right now he was thinking about something very odd. It was something that he had never come across before in his life before today. His mental questions were these, "Why am I being chased by an angry troll!? Why is he angry at me!? And why is he not getting tired!?" Rora had been chased for about ten minutes, but this seemed like an hour. The troll threw his mighty club through the air, several times he almost hit Rora, but his small size and the troll's sluggish strick allowed him to dodge each hit.

The young boy constantly looked for somewhere to duck in until he saw a clearing. He figured the troll might wonder where he went if he disappeared in the direction of a clearing, and he did just that. Leaves crunched beneath Rora's feet as he rushed down a path to the clearing before ducking to the left. A split second passed before the troll came barlling through the trail and roared.

Rora only saw a flash a blue go at the troll in the clearing, apparently there was somebody there and he felt as if he had to investigate. There was an elf draped in a green tunic. Rora had never seen a real elven ranger before. "Hello!" Rora said happily as he waved from the safety of a large birch tree.

But the woodsman wasn't the only one attacking the troll. The enchanted arrow slammed into its chest and it jerked briefly, but it kept running. Obviously, it was terrified of something - something very dangerous. As the troll went on, aiming right for the tree in which the kid sat - clearly thinking of finding some cover - smoke began to fill the area. It started around the troll at first, who stopped only because it thought some new fiend was attacking it - and then quickly grew to fill thet area.

Barras could be seen nearby for those who knew where to look, but only before the smoke filled the area completeley. The troll was suddenly on its knees, coughing and gasping as it slowly suffocated. It couldn't breathe, and who could blame it? You try breathing normally with smoke filling your lungs. But Barras was safely well-away from the smoke. He'd finished uttering the spell and shaping the passage from the magical energies into the physical realm of existence. Now he lowered his hand and watched with satisfaction as the troll slowly suffocated. He didn't care that there was a child in the area, much less an archer - though he did recognize the bow and crossbows as the only two weapons with any real sense. Still, he found his distaste even in them, for he favored the arcane practices.