Before Gobber hands it over to them, he asks them, "Why to throw the ring in a river though. Surely, won't it follow where the rivers take it? And lastly, why are you watching over the ring."
Before Gobber hands it over to them, he asks them, "Why to throw the ring in a river though. Surely, won't it follow where the rivers take it? And lastly, why are you watching over the ring."
“River? Surely not.. We want you to return it to the lake. We watch over it because it houses an evil mage and he should not be free of the confines he placed himself in.”
“The main path used to lead north to south through Wildheart, but she has grown twisted. It’s easier to guide you than to give you directions that may change come the morning. Come follow us to our camp.”
The trolls lead you back towards the lake a little way and then break off the path into the forest. You soon come to a small hillside cave mostly invisible from far away. The trolls usher you inside where you find more of their kind tending to a cooking fire. It is hard to judge how far back the cave goes, but it is likely deep based on the number of trolls in your company.
“Well here we are. We’ll get you fed and find you somewhere to sleep. Then in the morning we will guide you to the heart of the forest.”
The trolls bring you towards the cook pot and a portly troll chef who hands you all a bowl of a brackish liquid with chunks of slimy looking fish. The troll chef smiles and says, “Fresh eel, newt, frog, and toadstool stew... one of our favorites... eat up there’s plenty!”
Angie cheerfully takes a large serving and says, "I'm sure it's delicious." Then she sits down on the floor with the trolls and eats. While eating she asks any trolls that will talk to her about their religious beliefs and what they know about the local magic.
Thokein looks at it skeptically and hazards a bite.
The dish is... unique to say the least. It is slightly slimy, defiantly earthy, and perhaps slightly off tasting. But, food is food and you don’t want to offend all these trolls... right?
Angie cheerfully takes a large serving and says, "I'm sure it's delicious." Then she sits down on the floor with the trolls and eats. While eating she asks any trolls that will talk to her about their religious beliefs and what they know about the local magic.
An older looking troll with a staff smiles at you and says... “I will tell you the tale about our people passed down to us by our elders...”
Throughout all time, much has been said about the mysterious serguronts, who in prehistoric times sought to master the wild magic, that which could make everything from nothing and nothing from everything, the magic that could bend time and light with only a couple of words and a song of far green meadows and moss-clad stones. There are two tales of how the fjol troll came to be. One is the tale of how the wicked troll was tricked by a master of magic to become good and thereby granted powers and abilities that were extraordinary. The other tells us that Hastalinja, the last serguront that wandered the land of Trudvang, was gifted with a flower by the meadow elf Pottja, and thus the two were drawn to each other. They split the flower in half and the first fjol troll magically sprung up from the ground. The troll shouted, “Grant me wisdom and power, and I shall forever be bound to thee.” The Serguront gifted the troll with the knowledge of wild magics, and the meadow elf gifted the troll with all the knowledge there was concerning the nature of Trudvang. Thus it was that a troll, if you can imagine, was rich with knowledge like the yggdras are schooled in magic, like the gods that once created the Serguronts. Hastalinja and Pottja then picked all the leaves of the flower, and each time a new fjol troll was created. When all the leaves had been picked, there stood fourteen trolls, all different but alike in mind. They were granted the same powers. Their task was to protect Trudvang from evil and to care for nature, from which all magic radiated. Then Hastalinja and Pottja passed away. They were laid to rest in a hole and the trolls covered them with moss and earth. Not many days passed before a new flower like the one Pottja had gifted to Hastalinja grew upon the grave. However, the fjol trolls had long since wandered away to the many corners of Trudvang. With their newly gained knowledge and magics, they would complete their task. It is said that no one has found the place where the flower grows, but if explorers were to do so, they would be able to create new fjol trolls.
DM Note:
The creatures before you are fjol trolls of the lake. The fjol trolls are utterly rare creatures. They can take on close to any form you can think of, but in their original form they appear like a mixture of a gray troll and a king troll. They have grayish skin and a large nose, with eyes that are as deep as wells and are said to reflect all the knowledge they have ever gained. The fjol trolls are the guardians of Trudvang, and as such they always try to create a balance between good and evil so nature can do as it may. They are also masters of magic that through the ages have learned to wield that which is hidden and wild, which the Serguronts wielded during their time in Trudvang. However, most fjol trolls wish to be observers of what happens in Trudvang and intervene only if they consider it to be a matter of great concern. Otherwise, they will analyze everything they observe to fill their thirsty minds with knowledge. They are truly powerful creatures. Good and evil beings the world over have great respect for them. The fjol trolls constantly hunger for new insights. There are seven insights that a fjol troll must find and discover to progress to the second form of living. You see, a fjol troll cannot die; instead it will transform into the energy that it was always able to use during its lifetime. At that point, they become one with the njord fires that surround Trudvang like a giant net of energy.
Angie listens to the story while scribbling notes in her notebook. When the story ends she keeps scribbling and mumbles under her breath, "All magic radiating from nature? Can that be true? No, that doesn't fit my theory at all. Maybe as just an intermediary..."
"So if you are the protectors, then why is Trudvang like...this?" Thokein waves his arm in a gesture to indicate the poor state of the forest.
“We are few these days and are in need of hero’s like yourselves to aid us against the darkness that has rooted itself here. Elmtongue was the true protector of Wildheart. But, a very powerful necromancer coveted her and her power. Elmtongue refused the necromancer and he stormed Wildheart by force with the help of dreaded creatures he raised from the earth. Elmtongue is trapped within the heart of the forest and the necromancer is trying to siphon her power. In doing so he has caused Wildheart to grow sick... the corruption spreads further and further every day.”
To the trolls?
I'm going to say that Gobber was going to give the ring to the Trolls. But, if he hands it to Angie she says, "I don't want it anymore."
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Before Gobber hands it over to them, he asks them, "Why to throw the ring in a river though. Surely, won't it follow where the rivers take it? And lastly, why are you watching over the ring."
“River? Surely not.. We want you to return it to the lake. We watch over it because it houses an evil mage and he should not be free of the confines he placed himself in.”
"Okay. That reminds me. Can you give us an idea of the land here? We don't want to get lost in the woods. Especially this one in particular."
"They said they'd guide us."
“The main path used to lead north to south through Wildheart, but she has grown twisted. It’s easier to guide you than to give you directions that may change come the morning. Come follow us to our camp.”
The trolls lead you back towards the lake a little way and then break off the path into the forest. You soon come to a small hillside cave mostly invisible from far away. The trolls usher you inside where you find more of their kind tending to a cooking fire. It is hard to judge how far back the cave goes, but it is likely deep based on the number of trolls in your company.
“Well here we are. We’ll get you fed and find you somewhere to sleep. Then in the morning we will guide you to the heart of the forest.”
The trolls bring you towards the cook pot and a portly troll chef who hands you all a bowl of a brackish liquid with chunks of slimy looking fish. The troll chef smiles and says, “Fresh eel, newt, frog, and toadstool stew... one of our favorites... eat up there’s plenty!”
Thokein looks at it skeptically and hazards a bite.
Angie cheerfully takes a large serving and says, "I'm sure it's delicious." Then she sits down on the floor with the trolls and eats. While eating she asks any trolls that will talk to her about their religious beliefs and what they know about the local magic.
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The dish is... unique to say the least. It is slightly slimy, defiantly earthy, and perhaps slightly off tasting. But, food is food and you don’t want to offend all these trolls... right?
Make a religion and an arcana check please.
Angie's Religion = 19
Arcana = 19
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An older looking troll with a staff smiles at you and says... “I will tell you the tale about our people passed down to us by our elders...”
Throughout all time, much has been said about the mysterious serguronts, who in prehistoric times sought to master the wild magic, that which could make everything from nothing and nothing from everything, the magic that could bend time and light with only a couple of words and a song of far green meadows and moss-clad stones. There are two tales of how the fjol troll came to be. One is the tale of how the wicked troll was tricked by a master of magic to become good and thereby granted powers and abilities that were extraordinary. The other tells us that Hastalinja, the last serguront that wandered the land of Trudvang, was gifted with a flower by the meadow elf Pottja, and thus the two were drawn to each other. They split the flower in half and the first fjol troll magically sprung up from the ground. The troll shouted, “Grant me wisdom and power, and I shall forever be bound to thee.” The Serguront gifted the troll with the knowledge of wild magics, and the meadow elf gifted the troll with all the knowledge there was concerning the nature of Trudvang. Thus it was that a troll, if you can imagine, was rich with knowledge like the yggdras are schooled in magic, like the gods that once created the Serguronts.
Hastalinja and Pottja then picked all the leaves of the flower, and each time a new fjol troll was created. When all the leaves had been picked, there stood fourteen trolls, all different but alike in mind. They were granted the same powers. Their task was to protect Trudvang from evil and to care for nature, from which all magic radiated. Then Hastalinja and Pottja passed away. They were laid to rest in a hole and the trolls covered them with moss and earth. Not many days passed before a new flower like the one Pottja had gifted to Hastalinja grew upon the grave. However, the fjol trolls had long since wandered away to the many corners of Trudvang. With their newly gained knowledge and magics, they would complete their task. It is said that no one has found the place where the flower grows, but if explorers were to do so, they would be able to create new fjol trolls.
DM Note:
The creatures before you are fjol trolls of the lake. The fjol trolls are utterly rare creatures. They can take on close to any form you can think of, but in their original form they appear like a mixture of a gray troll and a king troll. They have grayish skin and a large nose, with eyes that are as deep as wells and are said to reflect all the knowledge they have ever gained. The fjol trolls are the guardians of Trudvang, and as such they always try to create a balance between good and evil so nature can do as it may. They are also masters of magic that through the ages have learned to wield that which is hidden and wild, which the Serguronts wielded during their time in Trudvang. However, most fjol trolls wish to be observers of what happens in Trudvang and intervene only if they consider it to be a matter of great concern. Otherwise, they will analyze everything they observe to fill their thirsty minds with knowledge. They are truly powerful creatures. Good and evil beings the world over have great respect for them. The fjol trolls constantly hunger for new insights. There are seven insights that a fjol troll must find and discover to progress to the second form of living. You see, a fjol troll cannot die; instead it will transform into the energy that it was always able to use during its lifetime. At that point, they become one with the njord fires that surround Trudvang like a giant net of energy.
(Can I hear that story?)
Yes, it is being told around the fire.
Angie listens to the story while scribbling notes in her notebook. When the story ends she keeps scribbling and mumbles under her breath, "All magic radiating from nature? Can that be true? No, that doesn't fit my theory at all. Maybe as just an intermediary..."
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"So if you are the protectors, then why is Trudvang like...this?" Thokein waves his arm in a gesture to indicate the poor state of the forest.
“We are few these days and are in need of hero’s like yourselves to aid us against the darkness that has rooted itself here. Elmtongue was the true protector of Wildheart. But, a very powerful necromancer coveted her and her power. Elmtongue refused the necromancer and he stormed Wildheart by force with the help of dreaded creatures he raised from the earth. Elmtongue is trapped within the heart of the forest and the necromancer is trying to siphon her power. In doing so he has caused Wildheart to grow sick... the corruption spreads further and further every day.”
"And you can guide us to the heart of the forest?"
“Of course, but it is late now... we must rest and leave at first light.”
Watches?