Ettin Too, Brutus
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Title: Ettin too, Brutus
Author: Ulysses DeBow
It had been by some strange spell that i found myself on another world. As if some electrical magic had transferred my being to another mirror image of what i called home. But this was not home.
I had met an aged wanderer who had called this world "his shard". I thought him mad.
But now I stood facing a strange foe that wreaked of stench and evil. A filthy creature with matted dank earthen fur as two semian heads eyed me with malice and contempt.
There was no reason there. Only the insane echoes of destruction in his mind, that matched in intensity with his deafening roar. I had but a few bolts and my strength had nearly faded away. My faithful horse moved in unison with me, and a few of my bolts had found their mark.
To an outsider, it would have seemed some strang macabre dance. To me it was a prelude to my death.
With my last ounce of strength I pulled back the lever of my crossbow until my arm muscles were as taught as the strings on my weapon.
The loud click notified my of my weapons readiness. My foe was fast upon me.
With a final grunt, i aimed my bolt at one of the creatures dense and filthy heads.
I could feel the concussion of impact as the projectile struck my eneimies head.
He stared at me blankly for an eternal couple seconds before falling lifelessly to the ground.
After my strength returned, I searched the body of dirt and muscle bound fur.
I found a bottle that refreshed me, and a map i could not decipher...
Also i found a blank book, which now contains the recording of my adventure with what i now know as an ettin..
I know nothing of this world except with ettins... in this case- two heads were not better than one... hehe