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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CleverName" data-source="post: 1247937" data-attributes="member: 2591">Adventure 15: Part IITravelog of Kuldar GoldenaxeMy new companions headed out of Vacomagus, using the Ley to travel quickly, and hopefully secretly, towards the docks. I had thought Nighean would send me out on another boat to meet their ship offshore, but the Queen barely gave me time to gather my things and then teleported me onto some barren stone, barely above water! Thank the Allfather that the tides were out. Yet the waves were lapping at my iron-shod boots by the time the others made it to the rendezvous point with their craft. By means of some magic that I have sworn not to pass on, we sailed all night towards Medoc, reaching it early on the morning of the next day – an astounding feat, but I was happy to get earth and stone beneath my boots again. We headed onshore having landed a few miles to the west of Medoc, with plans to pass ourselves off as slavers in the city as we gathered information about the Nathrach. Rather than mask our race, Malcom, Gudlag and I used the hats of disguise to merely masquerade as slave raiders of our own kind. Copoc warped his visage into that of our sole property, a human slave.We traveled away from shore and encamped near the road to Medoc. I drew the second watch and was surprised by the emergence of a Rolgukan out of the shadows – a slaver by the look of him. He came right to the point. He and his fellows were planning to sell their goods in Medoc, having heard of a Rolgulkan mercenary unit was nearby and looking for supplies. They, having run across a few poor slavers (us), planned to add our slave to their chain. I convinced him to have a battle of champions between our two sides, rather than risk the blood of all for a few slaves. I was surprised when he agreed. He disappeared into the gloom for a moment and came back followed by a troll! This was no idiotic, slavering troll, but one bearing weapons and armor – two giantish axes, to be sure – one clutched in each clawed hand. Its black eyes were twisted in delight in the carnage to come. The troll got in the first blows due to its long arms, but as soon as I was able to plant my feet, the creature became enraged in its inability to land a solid blow, it then flew into a berserk fury when I sundered one of the axes it bore, dropping its other weapons and snatching at me with its claws! I bore several wounds, but my ire was resolute and its end was near.When the other slavers realized their great troll warrior was about to fall to my blows they shot at us from the cover of darkness with their bows. Moreover the cowardly troll retreated to regain its strength. A column of fire from the druid’s fingers, the axework of Malcomb, and the blows from the lizardman’s greatclub soon scattered or killed the rest – save one orc that we took captive. The troll enraged at its burning charged the druid and delt him a few blows. But Malcomb and I were on its heals and it fell. I snatched brands from the fire to make sure it was dead. Now all we need do is find the slaver’s chattel and our intended ruse should be complete! We plan to search for them at dawn, after Copoc has healed our wounds and we have a chance to interrogate our prisoner. For now, I rest.</blockquote>

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