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Anton approached the cellar backdoor to make sure that the nord warrior, the kahjitt and the elderly dunmer where alive. He stayed and listened to any sounds, and was relieved to hear the voice of Drenim. He went down the stairs and froze for a second when he saw the carcass of the troll. "By the gods! A troll!?" Anton exclaimed loudly with signs of chock in his voice. He thought about what would have happened if his son had ignored what he had heard, and the imaginary scenario made him shiver.

Anton listened to the elder's suggestion of finding out how the troll had gotten down in the cellar. "I agree! I'll head back up and bring some torches down here so that we can start looking. Oh, and thank you for slaying the troll! When we all return to the bar, I'll keep my end of the bargain you will all have free ale." Anton said to the group.


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The bright light from Drenim temporarily blinded her with its suddenness, but she was relieved to see that they were out of danger. At least, she though so, until the old Dunmer reminded them that the beast must have entered through some means. She was surprised at the...cheerful manner he had. Turning back to the Nord, she saw that he looked thrilled and proud to fight such a battle.

Shivani went up to the corpse and proceeded to carve out its pelt. Pelts always make a fair bit of coin. She just hoped no one would want claim of it.

The cellar door opened and Anton approached the group. Shivani sighed a bit, this was more than she bargained for. But if another creature comes... she supposed it would only benefit her. After all, Balgir and Drenim were powerful, in their respective fields.

The whole cellar stank with the overpowering scent of the now dead troll. Regardless, Shivani tried to make out any scents or sounds that could be of help in this search. She didn't accept the offered torch, preferring to have both hands available since she could already see.

The group began its search.


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Age: 20
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The Dunmer began carving in the Troll and the Khajiit took the fur, which all was fine by Balgir as he only wanted one thing. He kneeled beside them and opened the beast's mouth with his right hand and grabbed one big corner fang with his left. With a grunt and a heavy pull he ripped the fang out from the mouth and he held it infront of himself with a satisfied look. He then pulled out the other corner fang and held them both in his gloved palm.

'' If we find the mother then I might just make myself a necklace.'' He chuckled and got up from the floor, he didn't wish to remain next to a roasted troll longer than he needed. They even smelled worse than when they were alive those creatures. Balgir turned towards the Innkeeper and accepted his torch after he put his blade back in the scabbard. He considered the fact that he'd be almost crippled in a fight if he had to carry the torch himself and thus he turned back to the Khajiit by the Troll.

'' If you do not mind Khajiit, could you carry the torch? I will need my blade ready for whatever awaits us in the dark.''


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"Hmm" Shivani knew that she would not be able to use her bow should she take the torch, but she accepted the proffered item. She would simply have to run or leap out of dangers way should it come. She slung her bow on her back and lit the torch she held.

Once more, she flanked Balgir. This time, however, with a readiness to spring away.


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Balgir began following the walls looking for a hole where the Troll might have come in. He felt a lot more confident now that he could hold his bladei n his hand instead of a torch. He glanced back at his feline follower.

'' If we bump into something just throw the torch at it and pray to.. whatever Gods you have that you don't set me on fire.'' He chuckled and began moving again.


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All of the sudden Beor emerged from the shadows of the cellar, startling the party. Beor placed a finger on his lips and motioned them to be quiet.

Beor had silently followed them into the cellar sticking to the shadows. He didn't prefer to sneak around, but in this case he knew it was of importance. A young troll, all alone? Highly unlikely. He had to find out where the bigger danger was, before the companions would be confronted by it. By them.

"I have spotted the mother troll with two younglings," he whispered.
"And she isn't very happy." he added.

He motioned for them to listen. In the deeper parts of the cellar they could hear the grunts and muted roars of the mother troll and her younglings. ''If you go down that step down there, there will be a hole on the left side big enough for a grown bull to go through," he said in a hushed tone. "The tunnel leads to some sort of cave as far as I was able to see, the trolls must've settled there over winter."

The roaring of the mother troll came closer and they could hear the stamping of the big trolls feet nearing the party.


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Anton, who had a very limited experience with combat, shivered when he heard the roars of the troll. He had brought a dagger when he went up to get the torches, but he didn't honestly thought he would have to use it. Besides, how much damage could he do with a simple iron dagger to a fully grown troll who could easily crush him? Anton wanted to return to the safety of the bar, but Anton couldn't let his son think of his father as a coward, because he wasn't. Anton had been through worse during his travels, like the time he was lost in a dark cave all alone with bandits searching for him. This time he had more than four companions with him, so he had nothing to worry about Anton told himself. Besides, he had learned to use a fire spell during his years of travel, so perhaps he could even be of some use to the group he thought. Since he had a spell, he could aid the group from a distance.

He tried to conjure a flame, and after some failed attempts a flame appeared in the palm of his hand. It had been a long time since he last used it, but he was confident that he could use it properly. With the flame is palm he took his place among the others and prepared himself for what was coming.


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Abisu had awoken to the madness his eyes begun to swirl in a twisted shade of red as Magika itself emitted from his eyes, his body lifted itself up as he curl his lips as a husky yet blunt tone of voice escape his lips "Tragic You all seem so Very utterly tragic."

Abisu had took steps toward the cellar door as the wood crept with each mention of the beast below, he coiled his fingers into his palm as a shade of Magika emitted itself like the flame burning in Anton's palm; his free hand had grip itself upon the door exiting the Inn.

He stood in front of the troll staring it in the eyes as although the troll seemed under a trance, Abisu had muttered words not heard of from this part of the lands "Alok dilon Aar" the trolls eyes seeming blinked as it trace the figure before him. Abisu had reach out and place his palms upon the trolls head, the fur seeming familiar like the soft bed he had laid upon, the troll begun to howl out a loud cry as though it was in pain, soon tears of blood had drip down from each of its eyes the beast kneeled over as he himself back away the beast figure forming perfectly with the dirty below.
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"How interesting," Drenim said jovially. "Superior prowess. Well, we all are in the Heartlands after all at a time of great, hmm, opportunity, yes? It makes sense people of means would travel here to find it. Still, I could advise one to.. display a degree of subtletly, yes, you dont use a battering ram to drive a nail home, hmm?"

Here Drenim chuckled.

"One may say someone has tipped his hand, yes. Someone devious might wonder what the motive for such could be, hmm, and someone enterprising might find a profit, yes, indeed."

Smiling, Drenim winked at Abisu and gestured in the general direction of the two remaining young trolls huddled behind a pile of rubble.
A ghostly blue ring formed around their necks and they shuffled meekly towards Drenim's feet.

"The troll bones I extracted, remember? Hmm, I had some wisp dust and truffle oil on me. Dont worry, they are safely charmed, yes." Drenim said. " Mere babes too. To kill a babe would be shameful, hmm, and unprofitable.
Friends, with the danger averted I shall be heading to the Imperial Fort just down the road from here, indeed, to sell these fine, pliable young specimens into a, hmm, life of service. Who knows, they may enjoy being an Imperial war troll, yes? You all enjoy your drinks now, I shall be back before the morning slips into noon, indeed."

With that Drenim smiled amiably at the group, turned around and walked up the stairs, pulsating, radiant light emanating from his staff, the young trolls shuffling after him.

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"drenim wux seem ysik halkiva persvek dout kurjh idol, hesi ossaluri nomag filki intertwine." - Dragon tongue
"drenim you seem rather interesting in your own way, our travels may just intertwine."

Abisu had notion his palms back into his robe as the cape coiled its way over his robe in a gentle wave, his swords motion side to side from the breeze as his robes curled and coiled out following with himself tilted his head down, his body motion down into a kneeling stance his right palm place over the trolls eyes, his index finger slowly closed each eye as he quoted in a elegant yet husky Demeter
"Kalahira, mistress of inscrutable depths, I ask forgiveness.
Kalahira, whose waves wear down stone and sand
Kalahira, wash the sins from this one,
and set him on the distant shore of the infinite spirit.
Kalahira, this one's heart is pure"

Abisu stood up gazing upon the young blooded trolls.
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Anton looked up at Drenim who was just exiting through the cellar door. Great joy filled him when he realized that neither he nor his companions were harmed. He placed his torch in a holder by the stairs that led up to the inn. He was about to return up, but then smelled the odor of the dead trolls. "Before we return up and drink, we must remove these carcasses from the cellar" Anton said said with a loud voice so that he got everyone's attention.


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(Just notice no one notices me expect drenim) :(
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