Dellas Nump:
Dellas looks up to Sergeant Grackle as he speaks beaming a smile at the mention of his good plan with the fire and begins to rattle off as the Sergeant attention shifted to the others
"I do so enjoy the fire. I am not afraid of fire. Did you know that? I can create balls of fire as you seen or explosions of fire. I can even create a wave of fire. Yes I seek to control fire in all it's forms. To make it dance."
He walked a little closer to the Trolls to look at them and then circled ducking beneath the chains as the guards prepared to move them.
"They kinda stink you know that? And they are BIG."
Sir Aberlayne tugged gently on her brother's collar as he tried to get closer to the trolls. "
Brother, if those trolls wake up they'll eat you whole without sauce. That member of the Troll Hunters was lucky he didn't perish on the spot, he was thrown so hard."
Farian Raymellie:
In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 772):
Farian helps out with dragging the trolls inside (he could likely do one by himself with his enhanced size), and as soon as the literal heavy lifting was finished, he let his spell expire while niceties were exchanged. "Well met, Sergeant. I am Farian Raymelie, Sun's Ray, and proud member of the Leafblade Company. Can't say I've ever seen a troll before, much less had to try corralling one into a settlement. There's a pretty steep learning curve if I do say so!" he chuckled, turning to Lantanori quite confused before recalling she was on rear guard duty. "Yes, what are in those arrows? Perhaps we could get the recipe for our help, unless it's a proprietary blend of course," he grinned, almost literally beaming in the morning sun.
Commander Brighthearth nods, looking rueful. "
Those are thallis arrows. Ever heard of oil of taggit? 'Tis an mostly harmless poison, knocks you out without harming you, made from the nuts of the taggit tree. And then there's the poison the dark elves, the drow use. They coat their blades and bolts with it, and that'll keep a man asleep for hours. They make theirs out of mushrooms and dilute spider venom. Oil of taggit is stronger, but you have to eat it, so it's not practical for battle. One of our alchemists made up something strong like oil of taggit, but works with bolts like drow poison. Only trick is it's difficult to make, and for trolls you need a lot of it. You have to soak the arrows in it for a moon to get the right potency. They work, but Moradin's Beard they're expensive. If you don't mind spending fifty gold an arrow, I can see what the Quartermaster can spare for Guild members in good standing."
He gestures off to the side where you can hear other horses, and the stablemaster inside (a half-elf who seems to be running the place with impeccable neatness) will show you to stalls for your mounts for the evening.
Once that is done, the Commander waves the Leafblade Company inside one of the larger double doors, which leads to the company mess hall. The ceiling is tall and reinforced with huge beams, many bright torches (likely
everburning torches, Haazheel and Dellas think, due to the lack of scorch marks on the wall) illuminate the space both against the wall and in basic chandeliers above. A large window on the far side shows into an enormous kitchen, and from a door next to it come and go a steady stream of servers bringing out large platters of food for the hungry Guardsmen coming off-shift.
"
Get yourself on the outside of some food, and I'll have one of the men show you to some barracks space where you can sleep tonight." He waves at one of the men at a bench near the end of the nearest row of tables, a fit, middle-aged human man with a few small scars on his face, and his dark hair cut short. "
Guardsman Cray! See these adventurers get fed - they helped us wrestle Grollock's lot in before he caused a riot."
Guardsman Cray nods to you all and gestures for you to sit down if you wish. The end of the table has several stacks of plates on it, and a tureen of stew, a bowl of roasted root vegetables, cobs of bread, bowls of pickles, and chunks of cheese.
"
Master Deyna and the rest of them should be in soon as they finish unloading," the Commander says. "
I'll speak to you again soon as you've had a chance to rest."
The Commander takes his leave, and the volume of chatter in the mess hall goes up as soon as he exits. Most of the Guard here are human, and more are men than women, but you also see a half-dozen dwarves, at least two half-orcs, a gnome in a spattered leather apron with a pair of goggles clapped to his head, and a halfling who seems to have his end of the table in gales of laughter.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 05:09, Sun 30 Sept 2018.