Averdante:
When he sees the fort's guards assembling near the trolls, Dante goes over to listen in. The news about the treaty is interesting. After hearing the trolls' answer, his immediate question is, "Was the troll that was killed a member of his band?" Perhaps it was a different group passing through, unaware of the treaty. His curiosity stirs; the troll had spoken of shadows, but not the group of priests, "Did Laask there see the group of priests? Or is there a third party involved in this, playing against both known sides? Or... can they tell us about these 'shadows' they saw? They have rites of cleansing, so that suggests past experience."
Commander Brighthearth nods. "
The body that was found had been scavenged somewhat by animals, so we weren't able to say for certain it was one of Grollock's band. We don't know every member, we know them by their clan scars. As for the rest." He raises his voice slightly. "
Grollock, did Laask see the group of priests? And tell what you can of these shadows. What do your legends say?"
Grollock nods at Laask again to speak. Apparently there is some protocol here; all things must be addressed initially to the chief.
"
Only saw smallshanks after saw the shadows. Road's forbidden, but was a lot of noise. Heard all the screaming, but wasn't gonna fight shadows to get smallshanks out of there. Might have angered the shadows themselves. Didn't need more bad luck," Laask says.
Grollock nods at Dulgran, and the older troll picks up on Averdante second question. "
Shadows come from what's left from the Underworld. Shadows of trolls, no souls, evil and cursed and can never rest. Can turn you crazy, make you rot."
All of the trolls shudder at that.
Farian Raymellie:
Farian went out with the others to watch the interrogation, ever curious about what exactly had happened. "That is quite a story. Do they have any proof? Shadows that kill do not simply rise out of the ground, not unless they were on very evil grounds," the priest commented, wishing he had prepared different spells for today that could help their investigation.
Commander Brighthearth nods and relays the question sternly. Grollock furrows his brow, then jerks his head at Kolorn, his warlord.
"
All clan known. No one missing. On Vaprak, I swear, no tribe gone." Kolorn's Common is even rougher than the other two, but he seems passionate about his words.
Commander Brighthearth furrows his brow for a moment, then says to the group, "
Vaprak is the god of the trolls, and they don't bandy that name about much."
Volsh son of Vor:
Volsh followed to the trial all the talk of Firegold had peaked his curiosity though he wasn't yet ready to start showing his hand. Things were not adding up for the savage, the trolls had kept their end of the deal for years and even agreed to come here. These were not the actions of guilty men, at least stupid guilty men and Volsh didn't believe the trolls to be master manipulators from what he has seen so far.
"Tell us more of these shadows, how many of them were there, how did they attack, did you kill any?" He said in a somewhat aggressive tone.
There's nothing like Volsh to cut to the heart of the matter. Grollock glares at him a moment, then nods to Laask again.
"
Shadows blackened the road, swarmed like crows over a carcass. Didn't kill any. Too much bad luck to see, so left fast."
Dellas Nump:
Dellas sat on a post near by watching the trial stuff his mouth full with breads and cheeses. The Trolls story was interesting and he couldn't tell if they were telling the truth or not but some of the others had some food questions... But growing quickly tired of the proceedings he pulled out his gargoyle figurine, speaking the word of power "Kelvren" it came to life. Smiling Dellas looked upon the creature. "So Kel, what is it you can do? Can you fly and do acrobatics for me? Are you a collector of things?"
The little gargoyle doesn't seem able to talk, but as it uncurls and looks at Dellas, it does its best to answer. It flies in a tight circle around Dellas, looping about and twisting and turning in a dizzying fashion. When asked about collecting things, it seems uncertain, but will go push together several similarly-sized pebbles and look to you for your approval. Then it goes around the side of Dellas that's in shadow, and looks about easily, jumping over his foot as if the darkness held no problems for it.