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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Seravin" data-source="post: 1424179" data-attributes="member: 6783">Armed for TrollThe party was around the middle of 5th level when they started this.  Here's how they were armed. --------Eyes like icy sapphires overlaid with sparkling magics gazed at the four surface-folk.  The little round face that bore the enchanted eyes belonged to spiritual and temporal leader of Smoothhand Tunnels.  The little gnome, Carmeneren, spoke directly with Callarduran on behalf of her people and he in turn spoke with Tasa.  It was their wisdom and protection that allowed her folk to survive in this harsh environment, far from their home tunnels.Dangers were everywhere in these tunnels far too near the surface.  Most prevalent were the burning slimes and oozes, but they were mindless things and easily fooled.  Sadness threatened to overwhelm the priestess momentarily but she surpressed it; easily fooled perhaps but as her friend Torvoglen had discovered deadly none the less. Then there were the illithids with their thralls.  Carmeneren and her folk had marked the passing of the illithids when they had first come to these tunnels.  The vile things had their own works to pursue though and did not concern themselves with the small folk who took the greatest pains to stay unnoticed.Finally there were the trolls.  Runaway thralls of the illithid perhaps, or some other race; the gangling, cancerous creatures had settled not long ago too near the sacred caves.  It hadn’t taken much forethought to try and set the creatures against each other, but her people had only been partially successful.  The trolls had split into two groups, but the strength of each group was too even.  The trolls were less a threat then they were, but with the trolls constantly fighting amongst each other the sacred caves were even more off limits than before.Thus the champions were recruited.  Callarduran had told her they were coming and when and where they would arrive.  These champions were not of the stone-folk and they had their own goals, but Callarduran’s thoughts still lifted her heart.  These folk had a will to set their hands against the illithids and they would set them agains the trolls if that was the way to the tentacled things.  Who knew, perhaps they would set their hands against the diregund in their quest also.The largest of them stood almost three gnomes of her folk high and was clad all in bright-steel such that he seemed almost a clever mechanical construct.  At his side was a blade that seemed well suited to the warrior, across his back was a bow of the type that the surface folk used; almost as long as he was tall.  Carmeneren’s divinations interpreted what her magical sight saw.  His armor and weapons all bore weak enchantments, but at least they were magical.  Better, his sword bore an enchantment of flame.The other warrior was a contrast to the first.  Instead of cladding himself in steel plates and bearing a hacking blade, this one wore a chain shirt made of steel and bore a narrow thing sword made for finding and piercing weakspot.  His sword was further enchanted to find out these weak spots and his light armor was fortified with weak enchantments.  Instead of armored gauntlets he wore light gloves made of thin leather with an aura that spoke of agility.  His cloak was also magical and seemed to allow for flight and his boots were enchanted to allow for great bursts of speed.The taller of the two women was not like the others.  Something else had been melded into her ancestry.  The slightly upswept ears, the white hair, and most of all the eyes spoke of a different bloodline.  Her protections were just as strong as the warriors, the ring she wore showed a weak trace of magic, but the bracers glowed brightly like alchemical phosphorous.  Cradled in one arm was a staff of killing cold and in her belt was a wand that would grant vision to those who could not see in the dark.  Carmeneren knew that the woman’s book of spells would allow her to cast magics of fire and acid and speed.  The other woman looked almost out of place.  Smaller than the others, neither her leather armor nor the small sword she wore held any enchantments.  She bore a crossbow much like the diregund and that weapon bore an enchantment, though it was barely worth the effort.  However she bore four of the most powerful items amongst the small group; a ring that was a sign of the favor and protection of the Water Courts and another ring that would protect the woman from all entrapments.  In her pack was a small comfortably appointed magical cave that woul allow them some protection while camping down for the night.  The last powerful enchanted object was a pair of boots that would allow her to levitate up and down on command.  Carmeneren liked this one, she was friendly and knew the under-tounges well enough to allow for communication.The priestess didn’t know how well these four would fare against the trolls, in fact she feared that she was setting them a task that would ultimately kill them.  They were so tunnel blind that all four of them bore pendants that radiated light.  The priestess blinked and allowed normal vision to resume.  “It is well that you would do this task.  If you prove yourselves strong enough then I believe you might be strong enough to set yourselves against the illithids without endangering my people.  In the morning my scouts will lead you to the nests.  May Callarduran and your gods go with you.”</blockquote>

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