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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 932058" data-attributes="member: 8222">Kurg Detected enchantments all about the Cottage and the immediate Environs.There were many Illusion  signatures about the place, as well as incrediby strong Conjuration/Creation  magic coming from the Cottage itself.To a lesser extent, there are a fair amount of Evocation/Elemental signatures showing about the place in various spots. Perhaps Servants of some sort?The Troll waits until all are withing, barely noticing any of you to any great extent, although the left head does salivate a bit when Midnight Fang comes near.Once inside, the troll closes the Door, which is accompanied by a resounding Clang , and the smell of burnt peat. The insides resemble more a Castle than any mere Cottage, with vaulted ceilings reaching to heights of 20 or 30 feet, complete with gargoyles upon darkened leadges (some of which hiss as you stare) and torch sconces at regular intervals (every 15 feet).The Troll turns and moves down the Hallway with a dignified gait that one might expect in an Elven Hold or when in the presence of Royalty.The Left Head periodically turns back to stare at one or another of the smaller members of your party, salivating and winking conspiritorialy. The Right Head ignores these minor social infractions (though perhaps to a Troll such things are normal...)as it leads the way down the Hall, passing Doors on the right and left at without so much as a glance. Each door bears a bas-relief of some scene, a Blizzard here (with doomed travellers), a Hellish Firey landscape there with burning forms, wreathed in flame there. Finally the Troll stops at a massive set of double doors on the right, lifting a keyring that must weigh fifty pounds, he selects a silver key and inserts it, unlocking the Door.Within is a waiting room, with low stone benches, two tables and a large pitcher and several cups (these made from silvered skulls of various sorts, elves mostly, though the skulls of a dwarf as well as an Ogre lie amongst the setting).The Troll turns to you and says 'I  return for you in one hour, the Madam is busy, but she is...' he pauses, the two heads looking at one another, then continues '... eager  to meet envoys of Great Zuregath,for she knows it be He that you serve.' The Troll then departs the room.Not five minutes later, the Doors unlock, and a trio of servants (all wearing tattered finery) enter. An Orc bearing a tray of roats meats of some sort, these rare and bloody. A second servant (a one-eyed Bugbear) bears a massive bowl of greens, some spicy smelling marsh weeds, caked in garlic.The third servant is an Ogre, this one with his mouth stitched shut. He bears a sack, a form struggling within.The Ogre opens the sack, depositing a fat human, some unlucky soul caught on the Marsh's edge, no doubt. The human is trussed and bound, his eyes staring in silent horror at the assemblage before him. The Orc smiles and snarls in heavily accented Myrachian 'Dinner for the Honored Guests'  before he waves the others out and departs.An odd reception in deed...*Anal Spelling Edit*</blockquote>

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