Troos

A PR rep doing their job would be someone who would have tried to, in stead of separate the Troos from those that had negative views, actually let them have a healthy debate, despite how much LKH thought they were being mean.

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In earlier times Elric had relied on his soul-stealing runesword to give him the energy which, as an albino, he lacked intrinsically, but recently he had rediscovered a cleaner way of counteracting his defi - ciency, by taking herbs he had discovered in the Forest of Troos where many unlikely things grew, both flora and fauna.

Elric At The End of Time Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1984

Into the river which led a roaring course towards the hell-spawned Forest of Troos which lay within the borders of Org, country of necromancy and rotting, ancient evil.

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977

Beyond the tall and ominous glass-green forest of Troos, well to the North and unheard of in Bakshaan, Elwher or any other city of the Young Kingdoms, on the shift - ing shores of the Sighing Desert lay Tanelorn, a lonely, long-ago city, loved by those it sheltered.

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977

"Perhaps, in tune, I can keep my strength by means of certain herbs I found in Troos and dispense with the blade for ever?"

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977

The drugs I dis - covered in Troos keep me strong, my eyesight clear, and need to be taken only occasionally.

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977

From Nadsokor, South West through the land of Vil - mir, even through the squalid country of Org which has in it the dreadful forest of Troos, there was flame and black horror in the wake of the beggar horde, and inso - lent, disdainful of them though he led them, rode a being completely clad in black armour with a voice that rang hollow in the helm.

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977

Thank the gods that I discovered those drugs in Troos and I still have my strength.

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977

"They'll not follow us to Troos, I think," he shouted at his companion.

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977

Weary and yet relieved, the three saw the outlines of Troos in the distance, behind the blazing funeral pyre.

The Bane of the Black Sword Moorcock, Michael, 1939- 1977