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It must have been a few hours now since Valerion had met those other 2, he had an inkling that they were going up the mountain to join the Dovah Feyn, but he was unsure, these are strange times and they could be doing anything.
Valerion pushed this from his mind as made his way past the 9th station, obviously he was getting closer the High Hrothgar now and day break was not far behind the corner.
But one thing Valerion was starting to notice was that air was becoming sparse, every breath felt hollow, as if he wasn't breathing in a lot of air and yet he was.
It was quite confusing, and something that warrants further investigation whilst he was up here.

Damnit! Valerions path was blocked by a very thick mist, the snow was still falling heavily and a strong wind accompanied it but trying to walk through that mist in this weather, on a mountain seems like suicide.
But unfortunatly Valerion had little choice in the matter.
It was only getting colder so he had to go through it.

He only went about 5 steps through this fog before he came out on the other side of it, and then he realised that he had actually gone through a cloud, the blizzard that had been raging had calmed down massively now, and the wind had been reduced to a small breeze, albeit a very cold one.
The sight was spectacular, Valerion could see for miles, and the sky was littered with thousands of stars, it was actually bright as far as nights go.
But this was soon interrupted as a soft cry echoed through the night.
That was queer thought Valerion, but it soon became a scream of anger and fury, and it wasn't human.

Valerion turned to the source of the noise and found what appeared to be a troll, but it was a lot bigger than the ones he had fought in the past, and it's cloak of fur was a Snow White rather than a marsh like green.

"Brilliant" Valerion said quietly.
The troll was now officially pissed and was coming at him full pelt.
Valerion only had enough time to draw his blade before he was hit in the right shoulder by what felt like a hammer blow. It lifted him off his feet and flung him at least a couple of yards over the hard ground, doing a few rolls before coming to a stop.
Valerion quickly regained his composure and got up from the ground, his arm was throbbing violently.
Damn that thing can hit you hard!
It came at Valerion once again, with the same attack. Valerion ducked underneath it and swung his blade into the side of the troll, sending a large amount of blood over the snowy ground in a long arc.
The troll screamed in pain but the wound quickly healed itself, leaving nothing but a scarred area of white skin that no longer had fur on it.
Valerion let out a mournful sigh "I forgot about that..."

He preceded by burying his blade in the ground and beginning the spell of Fates spear, Valerion felt his energy being drained as a long spear of dark fluctuating energy formed in his right palm. He quickly shot it at the now charging troll, it went straight through leaving a patch of boiling blood in the trolls stomach, it once again let out a screm of pain.
Valerions hopes were answered as the area did not heal, this should the regeneration for a while.

Valerion quickly took advantage of the situation by running towards the Troll after picking his blade up, and jumped half way there with a strike that shoukd quite easily decapiate the troll.

Or rather that's what should have happened....
The troll somehow regained enough sense to smash Valerion midair sending him flying into the mountain side, his blade leaving his hands burying itself deep in the snow a few yards away from the troll.
His previously injuried arm braking against the rock face, a scream left his lips as his helmet fell of his head.
Blood trickling down his forehead the bitter taste of metal in mouth, this should have been the end for most people but Valerion refused to be killed by an animal, least of all by a bloody troll!

Valerion stood and prepared his Goethia, he aimed to make this troll regret its feeble existence.
The troll began to run at the now injured Valerion, it felt that it's victory was assured as it smelt the warm blood and felt the pain in his scream.

But this was far from the reality. The troll that had hounded many a pilgrim and killed just as many had finally met its end, and it wasn't a pretty one.

YOUR SOUL SHALL BE MINE!

And it was. The troll writhed in agony as it was hit by the powerful spell, a purple ball of energy struck it making it collapse on the floor.
It survived but Valerion was going to finish it. He gave a powerful kick that found its mark in soft flesh of its belly, the troll was sent rolling towards the cliff face, the drop was long, the fall lethal.

"Die..." Was all Vlaerion said as he gave a small push with his boot and the Troll howled mournfully as it fell through the clouds towards its stony grave.

Valerion, his now broken arm was limp and hanging at his side, Valerion picked up his blade with his good arm and rested it on his shoulder, and began walking towards High Hrothgar, which was just half an hour away now...

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