He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
yayy!!! This could help a lot because on one part of the story Veltra and Scarlett saved Smaug from death in a different way and when reading it didn't make a whole lot of sense. This could (hopefully) prevent it from happening again.
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I won't be active in the story until Veltra is found, due to the spell he is under, and he is slowly dying from his shattered ribcage (ribs are poking through skin and puncuring vital organs).
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Ok, so Veltra was never with Nicholas, he just got kidnapped by a troll. But Nicholas thought he got kidnapped by goblins, so he goes after some goblins.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
To clarify things, Veltra was kicked into a bush by a troll. Goblins who were going to attack kidnapped Veltra, and brought him to their base, miles away. Veltra meets the forest bandits' leader, a half troll half goblin creature that is as smart as a human. Now most of the group is out to find and rescue Veltra, unaware of the challenge, danger, and traps that have been laid ahead.
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He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
I know! good grief...could we just pretend that this never happened and just move onto another part of the forest? Cause I'm just waiting for sense to make an appearance...
Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. — Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
