Feast of Fools: A Most Excellent Story

As the Trollocs met the young girls, they picked them all up in kind. Then in pairs, in groups, they started whisking the girls around; and in a kind of way that only Trollocs could, they began a strange waltz. It was eerily comedic, in a way. The waltz continued, picking up motion and energy. It almost seemed as if there was music – then, suddenly, there was. Some of the nobles from the nearby field had gone digging into the musical instrument patch, cobbling together an orchestra from what they found.

Not far away, Terry ran at a breakneck pace hoping to escape the madness that had possessed his fields. He had almost made it to the woods past where he lived. Surely, surely the woods would offer him safety. As he neared them, however he saw a host of Ogier come trundling out. One of them, a tall hulking male, pointed at him and called out...