[UaVS] The Silver Door IC

"Someone with a less ... objectionable palatte, might see a troll as a renewable source of food. Or so I might assume."

Wesellu pauses momentairily, considering the troll himself. Then shrugging, he begins to look deeper into the cave itself.
 

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Aren't you morsel enough for these filthy fish creatures or is your prolonged life because of a purpose perhaps useful to me?"

He speaks in a calm and deep voice, with an ominous undertone hidden in its deapths.

"I am both of those things. They did feed off my body, I believe it was amusing to them, and it was also doubtlessly useful to have an inexhaustable source of meat. But troll has never been considered a delicacy by any race other than troll, and my flesh is particularly bitter and tough. You see my arm, yes? The scrag did that and more, it resented me greatly for defeating it in battle.

But yes, I was useful for far more than meat and play. I posess information they wanted, information about 'Thelaru 'acli, most of which you doubtlessly know and other which might be of some use to your house. There are other things too that I could tell you and other ways yet in which I could help you. I am not without gratitude to those who give me aid. If you release me I shall be indebted to you."
 
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Enraela glanced at the troll thoughtfully. "Perhaps you might be of some use yet. Swear your allegiance to me and my house and I will spare you."

Her lips had a curve to them when she spoke again in that soft deceptively gentle voice. "Cross me, and I will kill you ways that even your worst nightmares could not dream up. That sound palatable to you, troll?"

If the troll agrees, she will gesture for Arngen to free him, but she'll keep a close eye on him (sense motive) to make sure he is as sincere to her satisfaction.
 

"I have no illusions about that, mistress Ferach, the servants of the spider queen dreams far deeper and darker than I. I shall do as you request." he shows his teeth in a huge obsidian grin, assumes a serious demeanor and speaks.

"I swear my allegiance to house Ferach and to this drow priestess before me, to act as their servant and guard their interests as my own for one year and a day. By blood and bones and everlasting flesh so I swear." At the last word he cuts a deep gouge in the flesh of his left wrist with the middle finger of that hand. A thick strand of dark slimy blood falls to the floor beneath him before the wound closes itself.
 


Arngen easily opens all of the crude locks, releasing the troll from his bondage.


OoC:If you folks haven't seen, Kitana is out of action until Tuesday, I believe. Krizzel is also leaving the Boards, so I will be playinf Grolvus as well as Brogark.This will keep his aims and goals in line with Arngen, where some new player might go off on a tangeant instead.
 

"Well if we're freeing him, we might as well learn his name. What should we call you?" Obviously talking to a ... troll ... was not one of Wesellu's goals to accomplish in life.
 

Nurthrak looks at the diminutive wizard and smiles again, a huge wide grin of razor sharp teeth, as much a threat as a sign of mirth. Then he looks respectfully at Enraela to include her in his answer.
"I am Nurthrak, a mercenary most recently in service of house Bezevene. My party entered carelessly into a trap laid by the Kuo-Toa and when I discovered them it was already too late. My associates were overwhelmed by superior numbers and slaughtered easily by the foe. I also, facing their united power alone, was eventually defeated and subdued." his voice takes on a tone of bitterness.
"I am grateful for your aid, mistress, and I will serve you well. Question me and I shall answer. Request and I shall obey."
 

As Arngen moves to help the troll, Grolvus sidles over, giving the troll an appraising look, one of scritiny, if not downright perplexity. There was something odd about this troll. No matter...
The Bugbear begins loping about, digging through boxes and bales, soon joined by Brogark, who has come in from outside.
The Hobgoblin's eyes narrow upon sighting the troll, but soften somewhat when Enraela signals stand down in Sign Language.

The cave looks secure for a rest, as Brogark, Grolvus and Wesellu's Familiar soon ascertain, the Bat letting the Wizard know that there are no openings bigger than handspan wide in the whole place.

Grolvus gets everyone's attention some half hour later with the *ca-chink* of coins falling through his fingers, he standing over a box, gold and silver spilling back into the box, a Grin spanning his face. 'Payday' he says, though his look turns sullen at the disapproving glances from the disdainful Drow.


OoC:Assume that you rest and Regain all of your Magic.
Kitana,Caliber and Jemal:Please email me you Spell Choices for the coming Day. As well, Jemal/Kitana, let me know who you Heal with your remaining Spells from this day.
 
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Searching for a suitable spot, Wesellu erects a Tiny Hut as the day draws on.

"This should keep us at least moderately comfortable for the night. If nothing else, it will provide some protection from anything wandering by."

With that Wesellu will turn and enter the Hut, examining a few of the items found so far.

OOC: Wesellu really doesn't need healing, he will only be down 2 after resting. I'll send you a list of stuff he wants to check using Scry in a few minutes.
 

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