[sblock=OOC]No problem, it's not like I've been keeping things moving at a rapid clip. Congrats on your finals![/sblock]
Orin and Borin vanish down one path with their elven guide, while the rest of you start slogging up the other. With fewer of you, the marsh seems to press in closer and the distant twitters and splashes of animals seem more ominous. You know that you are more vulnerable, so you keep an extra sharp eye out for trouble.
You are so fixed on watching for anything that might leap on you unexpectedly that Authiel doesn't even realize that the tracks you are following are much too big to be a dwarf.
The trail twists round a corner and you nearly stumble over what you first take to be a moss-covered tree jutting out of the water. But when it turns towards, and its mouth opens in a snarl, revealing cracked yellow teeth and fetid breath, you realize that the moss is actually sprouting from leathery skin. It is another Troll, smaller and thinner than the first, and as she sees you she cries out, "Where's my Brim? What you done with him?" The troll-wife hefts a gnarled club and glares at you suspiciously.
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Let's try this again... Everyone make a Battle roll to see how many bonus dice you will have for the upcoming combat if it comes to that. This is just to save time - you might not need to use them if you can talk your way out or decide to flee.
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