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From Child of Light/Child of Dark:Book II of Heir to the Lokken Kingdom: When Laurenna was fully dressed and outfitted, they sped down the castle stairs and off into the Lokken main road. Ingred followed whatever trail was left at the docks, until she saw the deep, child-sized footprints on the Solstheim shore. Both women dove into the channel of Lokken and sped to the shore. A Riekling had crested the hilltop, but an arrow from Ingred sent him tumbling in a blue skin and leather ball to splash at the shoreline. Ingred’s tracking skills were formidable. She found the broken branches as she must have ran past, and chased them to the shoreline. Good, she thought to herself. Solveig had listened to her training that Ingred had instilled in her. There were turns and twists in her tracks, and both women stopped when they found the impression of Solveig’s frame in the hardening mud. Laurenna bent to the ground on her hands and knees, her silver white hair about her head as she silently cried. She fingered the impression of her small hands and elbows. Tracing the mud where her knees and feet had been, she broke into a full cry.
Ingred was moved, but daylight was wasting. She put her hand to Laurenna’s shoulder and shook it hard, pointing to where her footsteps led to the forest off in the distance.
Wiping her face with her gloves, Laurenna sniffed and shouldered her bow again and shadowed Ingred at a run.
When they came to the small clearing and the rock that Solveig had laid upon, they were both looking up at the rock when the earlier Spriggan reappeared. It immediately charged at the women, its green and mossy covered wooden claws pointing dangerously at Laurenna. Drawing her sword quickly, Laurenna dodged the first slash of her claws while thrusting her silver sword between the hardened bark of the Spriggan’s shoulder blades. With a screech, it pitched forward, falling to the ground. The intense flash of resurrecting light stunned both women, as it rose anew to charge again at Laurenna. With a lunge Ingred tackled Laurenna to the ground, falling hard in a large puff of snow. It was Ingred’s turn now, as she rolled to the left of the creature to swing her broadsword in a high arc and lopped off its head completely. As the Spriggan fell backward, Laurenna got to her feet and helped Ingred to hers. A final flash of bright light brought the Spriggan standing anew, its head still on its body as if it never had lost it. This time, the Spriggan charged with a whirlwind of arms twirling, making a maelstrom of death as it came ever closer. Laurenna banked left and Ingred banked right, and both women drew and buried their swords with a great yell as the Spriggan finally bent in two, and fell backward on its back. It was dead…finally. After the briefest time to check for wounds both women ran back to the rock, and giving Ingred a boost upward, Laurenna vaulted Ingred to the rock top. She immediately flattened herself, wiping at something.
Laurenna was beside herself with worry, and nearly screamed when Ingred slid off the rock, waving two fingers at Laurenna that were smeared in congealed blood.Spriggans in both of the Elder Scrolls games are formidable. They can resurrect twice and as their lore goes, die "three deaths". In Oblivion, they were revamped to be able to summon a black bear fighting companion, and their otherworldly breathing and giggle are disturbing when alone in the woods or dungeon. Tried to do them justice. _________________ Sometimes, the mad are driven that way. http://capolan.tripod.com/- Some Stuff.
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