Well, I guess that it’s Snag’s turn to write an adventure description. The title of this one will just have to be:
DEN OF TROLLS, PART 1: The Great Battle
(As recounted by Snaggle-Tooth the Hobgoblin.)
We all knew that the stone soules were running low on funds. We had little cash left and several party members ready for training. Furthermore, the Barony is still far from self-sufficient, and in a month or two we would be unable to meet payroll, even if we spent nothing on training. So the Stone Soules met in our war room to plan our next expedition.
There were many suggestions of where to go and what to do, but it was Gerald’s pointing out that Trolls are known to collect treasure that finally won us over. There was a great deal of discussion of how exactly to attack the trolls. We considered simply pouring some of the vitrioli into the cave — the little para-elementals seek out living creatures and then explode in a burst of acid and fire — making them the bane of trolls.
But we decided that there wasn’t any need to go to such lengths — we were certainly capable of taking out a trolls by more conventional methods. We decided that both Eli and Dahri would attack using lightning: Eli thought that if the trolls could be caught in the narrow canyon approaching their cave then he would be able to manipulate his “pool-ball” lightning bolt so as to hit all of them; hopefully multiple times. Dahri’s druidic spell required the presence of clouds from which to summon the lightning, but the weather is frequently rainy in these parts (sometimes, when it rains for days, I *almost* envy the naked races their lack of fur), so we were confident this would at worst cause a slight delay. We loaded up M.U.L.E. (that’s Mighty Ugly Lugging Engine, my pack mule) with some 30 pints of oil, and set off.
Stone Soules Summary: Den of Trolls
Faranin led the way, with Theo behind him. We moved forward some distance, then came to a fairly large room strewn with rubbish. Faranin called for us to stop, and he looked about — shortly spying what he was looking for: a tiny troll-ling (probably a young troll, or perhaps a cutting from a larger one). He moved forward and quickly three of the small things swarmed him.
