Servian could see the final look of joy as Kennith stuck out again, he watched at the stupid fool's smile slowly melted away with the realization that he'd been impaled on Servian's broad sword. The blade so sharp, poor Kennith hadn't even felt it enter his body, but when Servian twisted the wide blade the truth became clear to the dying, disgraced nobleman.<br/><br/>The Berserker guard watched as Kennith's body slowly slumped against Servian's proud form. Once the man went limp, Servian flicked his blade and Kennith's body fell away, his intestines spilling out onto his feet before his body lost balance and flopped backwards. Kennith spit and sputtered, trying desperately to hold in his inards, grasping hopelessly at his life which was slipping away.  Servian cleared his throat and spit on to Kennith's dying face, "You couldn't even manage a warrior's death...<span style="font-weight: bold">Kenny</span>you were truly pathetic." Servian said as he wrenched his own dirk from out of the hunting coat's sleeve.<br/><br/>It was then, most likely from all of Kennith's commotion and the smell of freshly split blood, that a great crashing came from deeper in the woods. The horses spooked and if it weren't for one of Servian's men holding their reins they would have scattered.<br/><br/>"Troll!" Servian called out. ".....Hathmir, take the horses over that glen and wait for us. It appears that Kennith has proved to have a bit of use left!" Servian called out as his men took defensive positions around the clearing in the woods. Servian himself, disappeared into the shadows and underbrush, like a ghost in the night.<br/><br/>The crashing grew into a cacophony of breaking trees and low gutteral moaning as the massive beast emerged. It was 15 feet tall and covered in bog-muck, stinking like death and sniffing the air as it sought out it's prey. It's eyes were a foggy white and they glowed in the darkness, they suddenly locked onto Kennith's disemboweled body. "Noooo....please....Not like this...." He gurgled, spitting up dark blood.<br/><br/>The greenish-grey arm reached out and picked up Kennith's dying body like a child's doll. Kennith's intestines hung astray like gory ribbons. The troll looked around suspiciously, a meal too easily obtained often was a sign of a human trap, and so the monster sniffed the air around, trying to discern the other odors. But when it caught the sweet and tangy smell of what was on Kennith's lips, it lost interest in it's surroundings. Trolls were of course notorious for snatching maidens for their delicious body smells and so when if caught wind of Luna's pussy juice on Kennith's face it no longer put off the inevitable. The troll opened it's slimy, fanged mouth and slid the top have of Kennith in, biting down and finishing the job that Servian's sword had started. It pulled hard and ripped Kennith clean in two, finally silencing the dying man's  screams.<br/><br/>The Berserker Guard didn't hesitate, the three men that weren't holding the horses, jumped from their hiding spots and charged at the distracted beast, long spears thrusting forth and pushing the clumsy beast backward. It swung out with is massive malformed arm, breaking two of the spears and sending Fendor flying back into the woods. The men didn't relent, they instead pushed forward with greater zeal, screaming in berserker rage. The Troll used Kennith's lower half as a club and swung it down, smashing Greyhawk to the ground, covering him in Kennith's guts.  Only Reavus remained in the fray, his spear broken, he pulled his large ax from it's sheath on his back and swung wildly, hoping beyond hope that Servian was in place to strike.<br/><br/>Servian of course was in place, high on the branch of a tree which overlooked the clearing. He'd hunted countless beasts in the savage forests of Long Hook, and knew he had to wait for the perfect time to make a singular decisive strike. As the troll bent forward to grab his fellow warrior, Servian leapt from the tree and brought his huge broadsword down like an executioners blade. A man, an ogre, even a yeti would have been fallen by the huge blow, but trolls are notoriously hard to kill and Servian's blade bound half way through the thing's neck.<br/><br/>Servian's momentum was too much and he lost grip on his famed sword, falling to the ground without his weapon. The beast reared back, tossing the remnants of Kennith's corpse off into the woods. It was enough time for Reavus to help his fallen leader back to his feet and draw back. Now Fendor returned to the fray, angry and ready to wage more battle, but Greyhawk was still down, they were unsure of whether he was alive or not.<br/><br/>The beast was driven  mad by the large sword sticking half way out of its neck, one giant arm trying to yank it free, while the other flailed, smashing trees, and taking blind shots at the group of warriors just out of it's reach. "Well...what are you lads waiting for....CRY HAVOK AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR!" Servian's heavily used battle cry broke the tense standoff and his men fearlessly strode back in. Reavus on the right, Fendor on the left the drew the moster's attacks and Servian used a stump to launch himself into the air at the Troll.<br/><br/>He reached out and grabbed his sword, knowing it was still wedged, he used it instead as a hand hold in order to keep his stance atop the beast's hump. Servian used all his considerable might to wrench at the blade, jerking back and forth violently. Gallons of gore erupted from the huge gaping wound in the creature's neck. Reavus scored a huge strike to the distracted creature's mid section, spilling it's own vile guts at their feet; while Fendor slashed at it's eyes, gouging one form it's socket.<br/><br/>The Troll roared, spitting it's nasty goo all over the two brave warriors that attacked it from the ground, It's arm's trying to reach Servian and strike him from it's hump, but to no avail. Servian's big boot came crashing down onto the monster's head, hoping to free his blade from it's wedged position. Two hard strikes later and Servian pulled the blade free, he raised it above his head and brought it down one final time loping the troll's head the rest of the way off. The trolls body lurched forward and Servian rode the falling beast to the ground.<br/><br/>The battle finally over, Servian's men went to check on their fallen friend, unfortunately GreyHawk was dead, Kennith's disembodied pelvis bone had worked to crush in their friend's head when the Troll had clubbed him with it. Hathmir soon returned with the horses, and all the men took a brief minute of silence to honor their fallen comrade. They loaded Greyhawk's body on to his horse and then mounted back up themselves. Servian taking the troll's head for his own trophy. This one would hang in his own trophy room back in Long Hook.<br/><br/>The men set off back for Castle Aname, there was still celebrating to be done even though it was quite late at night, this time it was to honor their fallen Comrade, Greyhawk, tomorrow they would give him a warrior's funeral, setting him ablaze on a raft and sending it out to sea, But tonight they would drink with their dead friend one last time.