Initiative 17 

Just as the party is woken seemingly groggy from a well-earned sleep a lumbering ice troll threatens camp! Then out of nowhere the sounds of howls, hoots, and whistles erupt from the landscape around them. In a matter, of minutes the ice troll is battered with a dozen or more if flaming arrows as three sleek figures in Arctic furs come into view as well as a large humanoid that looks to be working with the smaller figures. Its an all-out brawl as the already bloodied troll takes thier assault as the other party quickly dispatch with the troll. It falls into a smoldering heap as the other party surround it. The final blow to it's head lobbing it off from the shoulders by the axe-wielding goliath! Your party sees all unfold 30ft away thanks to Nick's shimmering lights.

"Put them out before the whole horde comes," a heavily accented female voice exclaims approaching the party.

She looks elven and positively feral but hearty as if the unforgiven landscape is somehow home to her and her merry band.

(AA an eleven year old elf - LoL; doesn't auto-correct give you the pip)

Nicknack flicks his fingers again, and the orbs fade to nothingness.

    Folzi climbs out of the tent and cautiously approaches the incoming group with crossbow still at the ready. He walks over to the downed troll and gives it a tap with his foot. He gives a nod of approval, clearly impressed at the performance of this band. "These things normally travel alone," he asks of the artic elf.

OOC: Dang it! Right?! Auto-correct is the worst mostly because it changes DEX save to SEX save every friggn' time but thankfully I've always caught it! That's a T-totally different RPG game lol

The elven woman points to the gray-skinned goliath, a race rarely seen in Talamh (roll history to even know what he is!!), and he begins to shuffle off.

"No, they aren't usually. They hunt in groups of three or more," the elven woman warns. "We tracked this one with its companions but they've all fallen. He managed to escape," she adds with a grimace. "It's best to have no fire at night strangely enough," she adds next, "or if you do learn to disguise it better," she adds next eyeing the group now curiously. "What...where did you come from," she asks next perplexed by the odd assortment of races banded together.

Standing forward, Hrain sketches a bow to the elven woman, before addressing the newcomers.

"My lady I am Paladin-Captain Hrain, of Sune. We have come from the Detention Centre, journeying to the nearest settlement and before we speak further I would like to know a little of you all, but please do not take it as rudeness just a little caution from those who have had a challenging few days. "

History: 9

Now that she is awake anyway, Lyra slowly lifts herself up from beneath her blankets and paces over to where Hrain is talking to a bunch of strangers. She joins in on the conversation right where the captain is introducing himself, her face as unemotional as ever. She makes sure to keep a certain distance, not only to the strangers but also one step away from the paladin. Someone paying attention really closely might believe her to grip something where her hands are disappearing within the pockets of her cape, but other than that she trying to mimic your typical neighborhood bystander in a rather untypical mid-snowstorm ice troll hunt.

Father Pat stomps back - his tracks in the snow (one booted foot and a round hole) could lead a tracker to think that they were tracking some sort of single legged creature - towards the group but he does not say anything.

History: 7

Nicknack frowns and looks to where the fire is tucked away. Then he nods, frustrated but accepting the criticism.

No one knows what the goliath is but he's bloody amazing looking!!

"We'vee wandered here long before the prison was built amd long after I suppose," the elf replies.

The party then hears a sickening crack as the goliath is breaking the bones of the smoldering troll into the snow as if snuffing out the fire on the corpse.

"Move on at first light. They'll be more here by dawn," she adds moving away from the party towards her own.

Nicknack replies, "Be warned. Our leaving from the prison will not go unresponded to. There was an attack there and we escaped in the hustle and the bustle of that. Those who attacked may pursue us, or may try to expand their influence in the area."

"My friend here is correct, they will be arcane casters and some of them at least control the undead.  I think you should also be warned that there was a dragon - we do not know if it will be back.  They have been dark days, may the goddesses grant you favour." Hrain looks on as the group gather adn the elf returns to her own group.  "Well, she seems to know her business, I imagine we should follow her advice, let's get whatever rest is left for the evening and be gone early."

     "Yeah. Hopefully the Commander took care of that thing and it won't be breathing down our necks." Folzi adds to the paladin's remark on the dragon and follows him back to their camp. He walks over to the other gnomes and gives him a poke in the ribs with an elbow. "It's a fine fire, Nick... So, is it time for the next watch?"

"The white dragon," the elven woman exclaims. "It's here because of you," she adds next looking furious at the group as the gray-skinned behemoth of a man returns to her side grunting out a language she responds to but does not reply.

"No, not because of us. Because of those that cast down the towers and the temple, murdered Shepherds and Casters alike and desire nothing other than the end of this empire, no my lady not because of us." The captain, clearly angered tries to rein in his temper and quietens himself. 

"It hasn't been seen for awhile but it might return," the elf asks her tone and expression filled with more fear than anger now. "The nearest settlement is that way a days journey. A hunting village that may or may not have another tribe there but beyond that it's another day to the water," she explains. "I would advise moving as quickly as you can. The Waste is dangerous enough and if a dragon hunts you then you are a danger to all who live here," she finishes patting the goliath as they begin to move on.

Two fur-clad folk have hung back, they never approached the party but look warry of you.

     "Thanks for the tip. If there are folks at this village are they usually friendly?" Folzi tries to mask his annoyance at the accusation of being the cause of the dragon. The gnome notices the two approaching warily. He suddenly jumps towards them. "Boo!"

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A waving, spectral hand appears a couple a feet in one of there faces.

The two fur-clad warriors pull their bows out as the elf turns to look at the gnome critically.

"Using magic creates an aura here,"  the elf begins, "it attracts things," she adds with a frown. "You're are all advised to be cautious," she adds before turning from the party and moving on.

   Folzi chuckles to himself as the barbarians move away. The mage hand enthusiastically waves as they leave before winking out. Turning back to the group, "Okay. A little bit more sleep and then head out early." The rogue slides back into his bedroll to pick up where he left off before the troll showed up - soon to be snoring loudly.