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Eldiocesan notes where the party fought the trolls and seems interested in investigating the matter some more.

The local fishermen can also send a boat up river to spread word to Lord Sergavian Medvyed.

Eldiocesan of Dweomervale wrote:

"Trolls you say?" says the wizard leaning in.

"Trolls indeed. And unusually organised ones, it seems. Acting united. Durgan, one of those who joined our company since we last met, may have some more details, but it would seem a storm is brewing...it was my hope those were the winds that brought you here."

She will gladly share the parties stories as well - if he does ask for details on the Trolls, she'll bring Durgan in on the conversation as well.

"There were some ice trolls and winter wolves that we fought and killed, and quite a larger number some distance off. Something - I think it was that Argentov Lind that Alia mentioned - collapsed a hillside on the main group. Lind described them to us as a 'large scouting party'."

Durgan will state the numbers as best as he knows. In the post where he saw them, I don't think it said how many there were, just "a lot."

"'A lot' you say? They must come from the wilds of Iobaria, the Land of Snow and Bones, from beyond the mountains. And your friend Lind's description of them as a scouting party makes me think that this is a preamble to some greater. Hmm." He puffs out smoke sculpture of what you assume to be the Icerime Peaks, and Iobaria itself. The landscape rolls on and on if the witnesses where mountain hawks flying above their territory, the lead edge slowly disappears as if left behind in the viewing bird's haste plunging deeper and deeper into a land of forests and mountains. A land with few if any signs of humanoid inhabitants.

Alia replaces his almost empty mug with a fresh one filled to the brim.

"So do tell, what were you up to in these past weeks?"

Stirred from his meditation over the pipe-smoke map, Eldiocesan says "Oh, here and there. Wandering wizard you know." he smile brightly. "Since you and your friends helped smoked out Szam Tass's agent in the Stolen Land I have had quite bit to keep me busy. Perhaps I'll take a break from the hunt and look into this troll business." Then he grows serious and takes Alia's hand in his. "This is serious now" he says looking into her eyes with a piercing stare. "You have made a grim, implacable enemy in Tass. He is ageless, and never forgets a slight. Be on your guard. Now if you will both excuse me? I should be away by morning and the campaigner in me tells me it is time for rest." With a wink Eldiocesan, kisses the back of Alia's hand and leaves for the night.

Eldiocesan of Dweomervale wrote:

"The name does not strike a chord with me, Alia, but then in my travels I meet a great many people."

"Well, it was the name he gave us, at some point. We suspect, for a few reasons, that he might actually be a wyrm. I figured you may know about him by some other name. There also seemed to be some activity among trolls in the region. I had hoped to learn more about the winds that have blown you here. At least sit with us and share a drink, for old times sake."

"Trolls you say?" says the wizard leaning in.

Alia will mingle with the folk, following Zokons lead on what is and is not proper. She will listen to stories about him with interest, full of wonder about how fast humans can grow as a person.

If such seems ok with Zokon, she will gladly dance with any that are not too drunk, politely excusing herself from those who are. She herself drinks little, just enough to toast with people.
In between social activities, she always comes back to make sure that Ilvah is fine, spending time with her ward as well and thanking Serena for her persistence in looking after the girl. Pointing out Eldiocesan as he produces Fireworks, Alia attempts to maneuver her two companions(Ilvah and Serena) closer to the man.
"A marvelous display. I do wonder - since you were friends with Tamris...do you by chance know an Argentov Lind from around here? May be...more than a simple human?"

"The name does not strike a chord with me, Alia, but then in my travels I meet a great many people."

A bit later, Alia also takes note of Eldiocesan and approaches the Mage:"Well met, Friend. What brings you here?"

"I'm a bit of a wanderer, and follow where the wind blows me."

"I do believe in luck, but not that we'll randomly run into you again all the way here. All the same, I would like to invite you to join us for a drink after dinner...I do feel you may shed some light on things still hidden from us - and maybe we can help each other, again..."

"Perhaps." the wizard says with a bit of a rakish smile.

While the adults and older kids work at cleaning and preparing a pot-luck community meal the children have all gathered around watching an older-looking man, with a brown beard perform magic.

"HAHA! Well, you shouldn't get so close." he tells one child in the circle. "I did warn you! Here let me try to put that nose back on. There. What do you all think? Is it straight?"

I really don't like Arcadia.

You really don't like Haumea.

Arcamea? Hauadia? Tomcat? Brangela? Bennifer?

I have no real vote here, but I'm going to stick my nose in anyway. I would personally suggest staying away from famous names from literature (Avalon, Westeros, Discworld, Rohan, Amber, Earthsea, Hyrule, Xanth, Krynn, Oz, Prydain, Wonderland (Queen Erevenywg's first pick, followed by...), Whoville, and Gotham City) all come with a lot of baggage. Best to start fresh. Hence I suggest the Dale Lands!

@Eldiocesan: Before we go there, we should figure out to what extent you will be aiding us and contribute to our success.

Shoves Victoria to the street you will have to build. "As the Sorcerer Supreme of the soon-to-be created Shadowdale I shall guide land to the good of all."

"Well, if you were to ask me. (Always a good thing to do.) I would tell you to call it the Dale Lands. It has a good ring to it if I do say so myself."

*Wink*

"Blast!" Ed says in annoyance at the tunnel mouth. "Stop. I'll need to weave some magic before we proceed further."

Irritated by the interruption 'Ed' nonetheless sighs heavily. Lousy bluff check! He grabs his staff and pointy hat, puts the hat on and rises to his feet. "Very well. If we must we must." the older man grumbles.

Last round...busy chatting

"You...hope so? Why is that?", looking between the man casually testing his stew, his large green dog, and the entrance, "Ed of Greenwood, I would gladly join you for some stew after this day...but my scare is not over yet...my friends are still down there - I think they are - and in danger. I need to go save them!"

This round, still talking, and moving
Some steps towards the entrance, Alia turns again:"Clyffward looks strong...I don't suppose I could convince the two of you to help me?"

Takes longer, but I suppose if he IS willing, we can talk on the way...if not, I can abort-

There's the new - Diplomacy (Make a Request) option. Basically if the person likes you already or at least is indifferent to you you can ask them for a favor in as little as one round's time--assuming you could spell out the problem that quickly. It can take longer.

"That's tricky." He says. "There are many dangerous people about, and I am about a task hunting dangerous prey. I have allies of my own who are even now mustering. To go in now...." He cradles his pipe in both hands, hunkers forward and lets the wispy smoke wreath his face.

In Alia's secret garden.

"I...how DID I end up here?", Alia blushes and is thrown off-track when she is being called beautiful, not something her mind was prepared for opting to rush into battle moments ago..."Only a twin brother...and 2 half sisters I know of...why six-", she interrupts herself, swallos, then looks around nervously,

What the f$!~, girl, pull yourself together.
"I...have no time. We can talk later. Now, I have friends in danger. Does this lead to some trap-infested underground temple run by a megalomaniac skeleton with incredibly bad taste in decoration?", she points at the stone path looking like an entrance with her Estoc....

"Hah! I should hope so!" The man beams cheerfully.

"And I hope that one's yours...", she then points at the beast with her free hand.

sense motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

"He is." The man says seriously. He tests his stew. "Clyffward, don't skulk. You'll frighten our guest. I'm-" He considers for a moment. "Ed of Greenwood. Won't you join me? You seem to have had a bit of a scare."

Clyffward, the big green dog, steps into the light. It's green fur is oddly braided, and aside from that and it's gold eyes the most striking thing about the creature is its enormity. It's about seven-foot high at the shoulder and fourteen-feet long and yet still pretty stealthy.

"Why hello. Do beautiful elf warrior women often pop into existence here?" Says the man in green robes with a broad smile. He's sitting on rock holding a long pipe in one hand, and stirring a cauldron of stew, hung over a fire, with a big wooden spoon with the other. A backpack, and bedroll lay nearby along with a wide-brimmed, pointy, forest-green hat. "You wouldn't happen to have six sisters would you?"

There's an old stone path that leads into the ground just to one side of the camp. It seem like the entrance to a submerged barrow.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22