Snowstorm Henk and the Sorrowful Tunnels - Revision history

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	The Winterfolk say that what is today Skarsind was at one time part of an ancient troll kingdom, and that these tunnels beneath [[Skarsind#Gildermark\|Gildermark]] might represent an outpost or perhaps a mine (given the presence of mithril). There was apparently [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|some discussion]] about whether these ruins should be explored or whether the focus should be on excavating the mithril.		The Winterfolk say that what is today Skarsind was at one time part of an ancient troll kingdom, and that these tunnels beneath [[Skarsind#Gildermark\|Gildermark]] might represent an outpost or perhaps a mine (given the presence of mithril). There was apparently [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|some discussion]] about whether these ruins should be explored or whether the focus should be on excavating the mithril.

	I was commissioned personally by the Minister ~~for~~ Historical Research, Vaclav Mladenovich Kosti, to make a study of these tunnels and discover as much as possible about the troll or trolls that once abided there. A supply of precious [[liao]] was also provided, and my colleague [[Historical_research#Marko_Siwarsbairn\|Marko Siwarsbairn]] recruited a Winterfolk priest by the name of Tolva to use the liao to provide us with [[anointing\|anointings]] of [[Wisdom]] so that we could weather the oppressive aura of melancholy.		I was commissioned personally by the Minister of Historical Research, Vaclav Mladenovich Kosti, to make a study of these tunnels and discover as much as possible about the troll or trolls that once abided there. A supply of precious [[liao]] was also provided, and my colleague [[Historical_research#Marko_Siwarsbairn\|Marko Siwarsbairn]] recruited a Winterfolk priest by the name of Tolva to use the liao to provide us with [[anointing\|anointings]] of [[Wisdom]] so that we could weather the oppressive aura of melancholy.
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	===Visiting the Mountains===		===Visiting the Mountains===

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	Following the Spring Equinox 386YE the [[Golden Pyramid]] [[Conclave order]] engaged in an [[Long_shadows\|extensive exploration]] of [[Skarsind]] looking for ways to help the [[Imperial Orcs\|new nation]] grow. A group of prospectors led by a skilled dowser visited the so-called [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]], but were turned away by the unendurable [[aura]] of melancholy that saturates them. They were followed, however, by a band of [[Varushka\|Varushkan]] miners who reasoned that where there is terrible sorrow and a suffocating aura of sadness there must surely be treasure.		Following the Spring Equinox 386YE the [[Golden Pyramid]] [[Conclave order]] engaged in an [[Long_shadows\|extensive exploration]] of [[Skarsind]] looking for ways to help the [[Imperial Orcs\|new nation]] grow. A group of prospectors led by a skilled dowser visited the so-called [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]], but were turned away by the unendurable [[aura]] of melancholy that saturates them. They were followed, however, by a band of [[Varushka\|Varushkan]] miners who reasoned that where there is terrible sorrow and a suffocating aura of sadness there must surely be treasure.

	They were proved correct not only once but twice. They found [[mithril]] in the tunnels, but more importantly from our point of view they found signs that these passages and galleries had once been home to one of those mysterious creatures known to the [[Wintermark\|Winterfolk]] as ~~“[[troll\|trolls]]~~". Deep [[runes]] were carved into the walls, and there were other signs of habitation that gave the impression of being very old indeed.		They were proved correct not only once but twice. They found [[mithril]] in the tunnels, but more importantly from our point of view they found signs that these passages and galleries had once been home to one of those mysterious creatures known to the [[Wintermark\|Winterfolk]] as “trolls". Deep [[runes]] were carved into the walls, and there were other signs of habitation that gave the impression of being very old indeed.

	The Winterfolk say that what is today Skarsind was at one time part of an ancient troll kingdom, and that these tunnels beneath [[Skarsind#Gildermark\|Gildermark]] might represent an outpost or perhaps a mine (given the presence of mithril). There was apparently [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|some discussion]] about whether these ruins should be explored or whether the focus should be on excavating the mithril.		The Winterfolk say that what is today Skarsind was at one time part of an ancient troll kingdom, and that these tunnels beneath [[Skarsind#Gildermark\|Gildermark]] might represent an outpost or perhaps a mine (given the presence of mithril). There was apparently [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|some discussion]] about whether these ruins should be explored or whether the focus should be on excavating the mithril.

Dre at 13:38, 20 August 2025

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Twiggy at 21:31, 12 August 2025

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	There are many in Wintermark who claim that their people ''created'' the runes - generally the feat is ascribed to [[Isenbrad]], the famous [[Steinr]] [[runesmith]]. Other common claims are that Isenbrad ''perfected'' the runes, without ever really saying what that means. Some Wintermarkers tell stories that mention that Isenbrad stole the runes. Those stories never say from whom Isenbrad took the runes, but the [[Jotun]] have a story in which Isenbrad stole the runes from ''them'', but that doesn't explain where ''they'' got the runes from. The least ambitious claim is that Isenbrad "discovered" the runes. If what the trolls believe is true then that much at least could still be right.		There are many in Wintermark who claim that their people ''created'' the runes - generally the feat is ascribed to [[Isenbrad]], the famous [[Steinr]] [[runesmith]]. Other common claims are that Isenbrad ''perfected'' the runes, without ever really saying what that means. Some Wintermarkers tell stories that mention that Isenbrad stole the runes. Those stories never say from whom Isenbrad took the runes, but the [[Jotun]] have a story in which Isenbrad stole the runes from ''them'', but that doesn't explain where ''they'' got the runes from. The least ambitious claim is that Isenbrad "discovered" the runes. If what the trolls believe is true then that much at least could still be right.

	Trolls predate Isenbrad by many centuries perhaps even ~~millenia~~ - there is no doubt of any kind about that. In their version of history they are very clear that they created the runes. They claim that the runes are some kind of fundamental language of creation - that they encapsulate the words the Creator used to fashion the world. The trolls fixed the form and shape of the Creators voice by carving the letters into stone with their claws.		Trolls predate Isenbrad by many centuries perhaps even millennia - there is no doubt of any kind about that. In their version of history they are very clear that they created the runes. They claim that the runes are some kind of fundamental language of creation - that they encapsulate the words the Creator used to fashion the world. The trolls fixed the form and shape of the Creators voice by carving the letters into stone with their claws.

	It would be easy to discount this version of history as just another vain boast, but there is one element that lends a little credence to the claim; the runes are difficult to carve. The curved shapes take great skill to carve in stone. The movements of a chisel favour clean angular lines. It takes many crafters years to master the skills needed to carve a rune. To do it at all is hard - to do it well requires exceptional skill.		It would be easy to discount this version of history as just another vain boast, but there is one element that lends a little credence to the claim; the runes are difficult to carve. The curved shapes take great skill to carve in stone. The movements of a chisel favour clean angular lines. It takes many crafters years to master the skills needed to carve a rune. To do it at all is hard - to do it well requires exceptional skill.

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	<div style="float:right; width: 300px; clear: left;">{{CaptionedImage\|file=Yoorn.png\|caption=The story of the trolls seems to ultimately be one of sorrow and loss.\|align=right\|width=300}}</div>		<div style="float:right; width: 300px; clear: left;">{{CaptionedImage\|file=Yoorn.png\|caption=The story of the trolls seems to ultimately be one of sorrow and loss.\|align=right\|width=300}}</div>
	===Snowstorm Henk Writes===		===Snowstorm Henk Writes===
	After returning unlooked for from the depths, I spend several days in a stupor tended to by my friends. Once I regained a little strength, I was carried down the mountain to the original ~~Varushan~~ camp by my companions, strapped to a travois despite my protestations that I was recovered enough to walk. Once I had been declared fit to return to light duties by a physician, I set to writing down everything I could remember from my discussions with the creature deep beneath the mountains.		After returning unlooked-for from the depths, I spend several days in a stupor tended to by my friends. Once I regained a little strength, I was carried down the mountain to the original Varushkan camp by my companions, strapped to a travois despite my protestations that I was recovered enough to walk. Once I had been declared fit to return to light duties by a physician, I set to writing down everything I could remember from my discussions with the creature deep beneath the mountains.
	===Troll Kingdoms===		===Troll Kingdoms===
	Centuries ago, the lands across the north of the Empire were variously inhabited or ruled by trolls. There were incredibly few of them, it is not known exactly how many of them there were, but there may well have been two score of them at most, ''in total''. They believed that they had been individually fashioned from stone by the Creator, and they were undying; they could be killed like any other being, but they did not grow old or sicken and die of disease like humans or orcs might.		Centuries ago, the lands across the north of the Empire were variously inhabited or ruled by trolls. There were incredibly few of them, it is not known exactly how many of them there were, but there may well have been two score of them at most, ''in total''. They believed that they had been individually fashioned from stone by the Creator, and they were undying; they could be killed like any other being, but they did not grow old or sicken and die of disease like humans or orcs might.

	They appear to have largely lived alone, or in small groups or two or three, but despite this they were able to create small kingdoms which in many cases endured for centuries. None of these kingdoms seem to still be extant however, even if some of the trolls who ruled over them still survive. The fall of the troll kingdoms appears to have been all but inevitable because of the ''doom'' that every troll endures. This terrible curse ensured that everything a troll did would eventually end in ruin. This curse could come quickly and extract its price in days or hours, or it could take centuries. As a result of this, trolls were incredibly fatalistic creatures, morbidly aware that everything they made would ultimately bring only woe to the world.		They appear to have largely lived alone, or in small groups of two or three, but despite this, they were able to create small kingdoms which in many cases endured for centuries. None of these kingdoms seem to still be extant however, even if some of the trolls who ruled over them still survive. The fall of the troll kingdoms appears to have been all but inevitable because of the ''doom'' that every troll endures. This terrible curse ensured that everything a troll did would eventually end in ruin. This curse could come quickly and extract its price in days or hours, or it could take centuries. As a result of this, trolls were incredibly fatalistic creatures, morbidly aware that everything they made would ultimately bring only woe to the world.
	<div style="float:right; width: 300px; clear: left;"><ic>As an aside, Leontes the Scribe mentions the story of the [[Bregasland_and_the_smiths#The_Tale_of_the_Giant_of_Craven_Rock\|Giant of Craven Rock]], and perhaps also the tale of [[Bregasland_and_the_smiths#The_Marcher_Smiths\|Jack-of-Chains]], both included in an [[Bregasland_and_the_smiths\|earlier report]] from the Department.</ic></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 300px; clear: left;"><ic>As an aside, Leontes the Scribe mentions the story of the [[Bregasland_and_the_smiths#The_Tale_of_the_Giant_of_Craven_Rock\|Giant of Craven Rock]], and perhaps also the tale of [[Bregasland_and_the_smiths#The_Marcher_Smiths\|Jack-of-Chains]], both included in an [[Bregasland_and_the_smiths\|earlier report]] from the Department.</ic></div>
	These early troll kingdoms appear to have fallen one-by-one. Some were attacked by human or orc enemies, others fell to catastrophe. There was little or no attempt to help each other survive this fate, which is perhaps unsurprising given the belief that to do so would likely only hasten their demise. There was great danger in attacking a troll however. If a troll's life ended in disaster, then nothing would come of it, but if a troll was slain, then their doom would fall on those who killed them.		These early troll kingdoms appear to have fallen one-by-one. Some were attacked by human or orc enemies, others fell to catastrophe. There was little or no attempt to help each other survive this fate, which is perhaps unsurprising given the belief that to do so would likely only hasten their demise. There was great danger in attacking a troll however. If a troll's life ended in disaster, then nothing would come of it, but if a troll was slain, then their doom would fall on those who killed them.
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	Trolls predate Isenbrad by many centuries perhaps even millenia - there is no doubt of any kind about that. In their version of history they are very clear that they created the runes. They claim that the runes are some kind of fundamental language of creation - that they encapsulate the words the Creator used to fashion the world. The trolls fixed the form and shape of the Creators voice by carving the letters into stone with their claws.		Trolls predate Isenbrad by many centuries perhaps even millenia - there is no doubt of any kind about that. In their version of history they are very clear that they created the runes. They claim that the runes are some kind of fundamental language of creation - that they encapsulate the words the Creator used to fashion the world. The trolls fixed the form and shape of the Creators voice by carving the letters into stone with their claws.

	It would be easy to discount this version of history as just another vain boast, but there is one element that lends a little credence to the claim ;the runes are difficult to carve. The curved shapes take great skill to carve in stone. The movements of a chisel favour clean angular lines. It takes many crafters years to master the skills needed to carve a rune. To do it at all is hard - to do it well requires exceptional skill.		It would be easy to discount this version of history as just another vain boast, but there is one element that lends a little credence to the claim; the runes are difficult to carve. The curved shapes take great skill to carve in stone. The movements of a chisel favour clean angular lines. It takes many crafters years to master the skills needed to carve a rune. To do it at all is hard - to do it well requires exceptional skill.

	But a troll's claw can carve a rune with the same speed and precision that a [[the Brass Coast\|Freeborn]] [[scrivener]] might use to illustrate a scroll. Creating runes is a challenging art that takes years for a mortal to master - but trolls cut them with the same grace and ease that a [[the League\|League]] artist moves a brush across the canvas.		But a troll's claw can carve a rune with the same speed and precision that a [[the Brass Coast\|Freeborn]] [[scrivener]] might use to illustrate a scroll. Creating runes is a challenging art that takes years for a mortal to master - but trolls cut them with the same grace and ease that a [[the League\|League]] artist moves a brush across the canvas.
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	Although the doom of the trolls is inescapable, it often falls on others. In particular, some part of a trolls doom attaches to everything that troll creates. Each item that a troll fashions is doomed. In some cases the item itself is doomed to fail - a sword may shatter, a bowstave may warp. More commonly the things a troll makes will not be marked by time but will instead bring about the doom of those who try to carry or use them.		Although the doom of the trolls is inescapable, it often falls on others. In particular, some part of a trolls doom attaches to everything that troll creates. Each item that a troll fashions is doomed. In some cases the item itself is doomed to fail - a sword may shatter, a bowstave may warp. More commonly the things a troll makes will not be marked by time but will instead bring about the doom of those who try to carry or use them.

	This connection between a trolls doom and fate is hard to comprehend. The trolls believe that hubris plays an important role. The more arrogant a troll becomes, the more devastating and ~~immedate~~ their doom becomes. The more a troll seeks to care about others, the more they ensure that the troll's doom will find them. The ~~harde~~ a troll works to turn aside their doom, the faster it rushes to ruin everything.		This connection between a trolls doom and fate is hard to comprehend. The trolls believe that hubris plays an important role. The more arrogant a troll becomes, the more devastating and immediate their doom becomes. The more a troll seeks to care about others, the more they ensure that the troll's doom will find them. The harder a troll works to turn aside their doom, the faster it rushes to ruin everything.

	Perhaps unsurprisingly, trolls tend to be extremely fatalistic. Every troll knows they are doomed, they know that everything they attempt will ultimately fail. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but ruin is inevitable and the harder a troll works to delay, the sooner it will arrive. Some trolls have raged against their doom, becoming filled with mindless fury at a world that is determined to take everything from them. Most trolls accept the inevitability of their doom with a quiet stoicism, seeking only to find ways to minimise the harm it brings to them and others. Some simply give up, stopping bothering to do anything at all. Somehow mortals always find a way to poke these trolls back to life - even a troll's quest for quiet is doomed to fail.		Perhaps unsurprisingly, trolls tend to be extremely fatalistic. Every troll knows they are doomed, they know that everything they attempt will ultimately fail. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but ruin is inevitable and the harder a troll works to delay, the sooner it will arrive. Some trolls have raged against their doom, becoming filled with mindless fury at a world that is determined to take everything from them. Most trolls accept the inevitability of their doom with a quiet stoicism, seeking only to find ways to minimise the harm it brings to them and others. Some simply give up, stopping bothering to do anything at all. Somehow mortals always find a way to poke these trolls back to life - even a troll's quest for quiet is doomed to fail.
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	Trolls have served as allies of mortals on occasion. They know they are doomed, and their people are fading from the world, but they still wish to leave a legacy behind. When sought out by mortal heroes they have been known to provide advice and occasionally gifts of enchanted items or lore. All trolls are unique individuals however; some wish only to be left alone, whilst others despise those who disturb their peace.		Trolls have served as allies of mortals on occasion. They know they are doomed, and their people are fading from the world, but they still wish to leave a legacy behind. When sought out by mortal heroes they have been known to provide advice and occasionally gifts of enchanted items or lore. All trolls are unique individuals however; some wish only to be left alone, whilst others despise those who disturb their peace.

	They are often recalcitrant to do this, torn between a desire to shape and guide the younger races and the certain knowledge will bring woe. Any troll who acts as a mentor, must accept that the general Doom of the trolls will always ensure that such aid comes with a price. Thus, many, trolls try to keep their distance, hiding their name, identity and nature, influencing events with a light touch or ensuring their nature remains unknown to those they offer help to support. The more directly a troll influences events, the more likely the situation will turn sour.		They are often recalcitrant to do this, torn between a desire to shape and guide the younger races and the certain knowledge will bring woe. Any troll who acts as a mentor, must accept that the general Doom of the trolls will always ensure that such aid comes with a price. Thus, many trolls try to keep their distance, hiding their name, identity and nature, influencing events with a light touch or ensuring their nature remains unknown to those they offer help to support. The more directly a troll influences events, the more likely the situation will turn sour.

	This natural tendency to hide their involvement can make it much harder to confirm if a figure in a story is a troll. But stories of heroes who learned powerful skills at the hands of another are a recurrent theme across Wintermark and the Marches. Anytime the hero of a story finds a shadowy figure who gives them advice and aid but asks nothing in return, question if that creature is a troll.		This natural tendency to hide their involvement can make it much harder to confirm if a figure in a story is a troll. But stories of heroes who learned powerful skills at the hands of another are a recurrent theme across Wintermark and the Marches. Anytime the hero of a story finds a shadowy figure who gives them advice and aid but asks nothing in return, question if that creature is a troll.
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	===Constructs===		===Constructs===
	Trolls are master artisans whose skills are legendary. With any legend it is easy to imagine more than really exists - it is common to believe that trolls can make all kinds of impossibly powerful magical items because it makes the legends of trolls seem more alluring and mysterious than they really. The truth is ~~must~~ more prosaic; there are very few things that trolls can make that mortals can't and none of those things are magical items. Talismans, magical weapons, rings, armour, staves - if a troll can make an item of this kind, then a human or an orc smith could learn how to make it. Trolls can make such items with impossible speed, but many of their limits are the same as those faced by any mortal [[crafting skills#Artisan\|artisans]].		Trolls are master artisans whose skills are legendary. With any legend it is easy to imagine more than really exists - it is common to believe that trolls can make all kinds of impossibly powerful magical items because it makes the legends of trolls seem more alluring and mysterious than they really are. The truth is much more prosaic; there are very few things that trolls can make that mortals can't and none of those things are magical items. Talismans, magical weapons, rings, armour, staves - if a troll can make an item of this kind, then a human or an orc smith could learn how to make it. Trolls can make such items with impossible speed, but many of their limits are the same as those faced by any mortal [[crafting skills#Artisan\|artisans]].

	There are two things that trolls can do that most mortals can't. Trolls overwhelmingly prefer to work in metal and stone, but they can work almost any material. Trolls are able to use materials in unusual ways, crafting armour from stone, weapons from ice, longbows from mithril, or banners from silver and gold. There are legends of mortal characters achieving the same - Isenbrad is sad to have mastered the art of making weapons from ice for example - but this is the same Isenbrad who discovered the runes. Trolls are also able to fashion strange materials, such as forging gemstones or weaving stone into glass.		There are two things that trolls can do that most mortals can't. Trolls overwhelmingly prefer to work in metal and stone, but they can work almost any material. Trolls are able to use materials in unusual ways, crafting armour from stone, weapons from ice, longbows from mithril, or banners from silver and gold. There are legends of mortal characters achieving the same - Isenbrad is sad to have mastered the art of making weapons from ice for example - but this is the same Isenbrad who discovered the runes. Trolls are also able to fashion strange materials, such as forging gemstones or weaving stone into glass.
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	Most trolls are disinterested in orcs and humans; they are valuable as a source of materials but of no great note beyond that. This feeling can turn to murderous rage if the works of a troll are stolen or destroyed, but even that is not a given. Trolls are well aware that they are doomed, and some have been known to accept the destruction of everything they possess with utter equanimity, as just another manifestation of their inescapable doom.		Most trolls are disinterested in orcs and humans; they are valuable as a source of materials but of no great note beyond that. This feeling can turn to murderous rage if the works of a troll are stolen or destroyed, but even that is not a given. Trolls are well aware that they are doomed, and some have been known to accept the destruction of everything they possess with utter equanimity, as just another manifestation of their inescapable doom.

	When trolls do take an interest in other beings, it may be as a way to escape being overcome by morose bleakness. Despair is the great fear of many trolls. Helping humans and orcs, either individuals or groups, can give a troll a sense of purpose and the hope of achieving something lasting. Of course, such collaboration is ultimately doomed, but the doom may not come in a ~~mortals~~ lifespan, creating the illusion of escape from the cruel talons of fate, if only for a moment.		When trolls do take an interest in other beings, it may be as a way to escape being overcome by morose bleakness. Despair is the great fear of many trolls. Helping humans and orcs, either individuals or groups, can give a troll a sense of purpose and the hope of achieving something lasting. Of course, such collaboration is ultimately doomed, but the doom may not come in a mortal's lifespan, creating the illusion of escape from the cruel talons of fate, if only for a moment.

	===Troll Kingdoms===		===Troll Kingdoms===
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	==Conclusion==		==Conclusion==
	Snowstorm Henk has recovered from their experience, largely, and written down as much a they were able to uncover about trolls. They have been quite candid about the fact they have no real idea of exactly where they spent those long weeks conversing with the troll of the Sorrowful Tunnels, and are confident they could not find their way back if they tried. It might be possible for explorers to try and retrace their path or push down into the lower tunnels to try and find the troll again but all the signs are that this would anger the creature; ~~it's~~ hunger for the company of mortals appears to be entirely sated for the time being.		Snowstorm Henk has recovered from their experience, largely, and written down as much as they were able to uncover about trolls. They have been quite candid about the fact they have no real idea of exactly where they spent those long weeks conversing with the troll of the Sorrowful Tunnels, and are confident they could not find their way back if they tried. It might be possible for explorers to try and retrace their path or push down into the lower tunnels to try and find the troll again, but all the signs are that this would anger the creature; its hunger for the company of mortals appears to be entirely sated for the time being.

	==Further Reading==		==Further Reading==

Twiggy: /* Fashioned From Stone */

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Fashioned From Stone

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	The trolls appear to believe that their entire race was fashioned from stone by the Creator themselves. While this seems extraordinary, it is impossible to completely rule it out. There are certainly creatures in the realms of magic that appear to be made of stone, though most are relatively simplistic beings in some way. Trolls are far from that; highly intelligent creatures that built their own civilisation that appears to have lasted for centuries or longer.		The trolls appear to believe that their entire race was fashioned from stone by the Creator themselves. While this seems extraordinary, it is impossible to completely rule it out. There are certainly creatures in the realms of magic that appear to be made of stone, though most are relatively simplistic beings in some way. Trolls are far from that; highly intelligent creatures that built their own civilisation that appears to have lasted for centuries or longer.

	Physically trolls are usually large creatures all of whom appear to be fashioned from rock or stone. Every troll is different in size and physical demeanour. Some are huge hulking brutes that seem to lack any grace or finesse, but the smallest are no taller than a human or orc and have claws so fine they could easily be mistaken for "normal" fingers. Each troll ultimately had a unique appearance with differences much more pronounced than those between individual humans or orcs. The trolls believe they were all fashioned one by one, by the Creator, so they see no reason why ~~they~~ any two trolls should look similar.		Physically trolls are usually large creatures all of whom appear to be fashioned from rock or stone. Every troll is different in size and physical demeanour. Some are huge hulking brutes that seem to lack any grace or finesse, but the smallest are no taller than a human or orc and have claws so fine they could easily be mistaken for "normal" fingers. Each troll ultimately had a unique appearance with differences much more pronounced than those between individual humans or orcs. The trolls believe they were all fashioned one by one, by the Creator, so they see no reason why then any two trolls should look similar.

	All were ''undying'' however. They might weather, like stone wearing away from wind or rock, but they never grew old or infirm and simply endured as the centuries passed. They didn't need to eat or drink anything, but some appear to have adopted the habit by observing mortals. They were not immortal as such - they could be killed - but they did not suffer disease or sickness. When a troll died, ~~it's~~ body would turn back to stone. This process was not immediate, it might take hours or more, but eventually the troll would return to the stone from which it came.		All were ''undying'' however. They might weather, like stone wearing away from wind or rock, but they never grew old or infirm and simply endured as the centuries passed. They didn't need to eat or drink anything, but some appear to have adopted the habit by observing mortals. They were not immortal as such - they could be killed - but they did not suffer disease or sickness. When a troll died, its body would turn back to stone. This process was not immediate, it might take hours or more, but eventually the troll would return to the stone from which it came.

	It seems that they do not sleep the way other creatures might, but they do dream. If a troll stops moving for a few weeks or months, they could eventually start dreaming. Some trolls appear to have spent decades or even centuries dreaming in this state. It is not clear why they do this, but trolls in this state resemble finely detailed statues - at first. Over time the long exposure to the elements weathers these dreaming trolls to the point where they resemble little more than standing stones. Despite this, the troll is still alive, and dimly aware of their surroundings, and can be roused to conversation or even action with sufficient stimulus.		It seems that they do not sleep the way other creatures might, but they do dream. If a troll stops moving for a few weeks or months, they could eventually start dreaming. Some trolls appear to have spent decades or even centuries dreaming in this state. It is not clear why they do this, but trolls in this state resemble finely detailed statues - at first. Over time the long exposure to the elements weathers these dreaming trolls to the point where they resemble little more than standing stones. Despite this, the troll is still alive, and dimly aware of their surroundings, and can be roused to conversation or even action with sufficient stimulus.

	===Master Artisans Without Magic===		===Master Artisans Without Magic===
	Trolls were remarkable artisans. In place of fingers, a troll has powerful claws, but these digits are incredibly strong and dextrous. Each claw is jointed, allowing a troll to manipulate things with the same exquisite profession as an orc or human hand, but capable of cutting through steel or stone the way a blow from an [[ogre]] might. These natural abilities allowed trolls to master sculpture, and both metal and wood working. They don't appear to have had any skill with clay or similar materials, but with wood, stone and metal they had no peers.		Trolls were remarkable artisans. In place of fingers, a troll has powerful claws, but these digits are incredibly strong and dextrous. Each claw is jointed, allowing a troll to manipulate things with the same exquisite profession as an orc or human hand, but capable of cutting through steel or stone the way a blow from an [[ogre]] might. These natural abilities allowed trolls to master sculpture, and both metal and wood working. They don't appear to have had any skill with clay or similar materials, but with wood, stone and metal they had no peers.

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Rafferty: /* Conclusion */

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Conclusion

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	==Conclusion==		==Conclusion==
			Snowstorm Henk has recovered from their experience, largely, and written down as much a they were able to uncover about trolls. They have been quite candid about the fact they have no real idea of exactly where they spent those long weeks conversing with the troll of the Sorrowful Tunnels, and are confident they could not find their way back if they tried. It might be possible for explorers to try and retrace their path or push down into the lower tunnels to try and find the troll again but all the signs are that this would anger the creature; it's hunger for the company of mortals appears to be entirely sated for the time being.

	==Further Reading==		==Further Reading==
	* [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|Long shadows]] - 386YE Spring Wind of Fortune (re)introducing the Sorrowful Tunnels		* [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|Long shadows]] - 386YE Spring Wind of Fortune (re)introducing the Sorrowful Tunnels
	* [[Skarsind]]		* [[Skarsind]]

Rafferty: /* Concerning Trolls */

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Concerning Trolls

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	==Introduction==		==Introduction==
	In Spring 386YE ''Vaclav Mladenovich Kosti'', then [[Minister of Historical Research]], asked [[Historical_research#Snowstorm_Henk\|Snowstorm Henk]] was [[386YE_Spring_Equinox_Senate_sessions#Research_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|dispatched]] to investigate the newly uncovered [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]] in [[Skarsind]]. The exploration took longer than expected due to the disappearance of the [[Imperial Orcs]] researcher during their initial expedition. Shortly after writing a letter outlining their initial findings, they led their team into the lower tunnels and were presumed lost for several months. Fortunately Henk eventually returned relatively unscathed, and was able to complete their assignment. What follows is a transcript of their preliminary notes sent by letter to the minister; their story of what happened after their disappearance into the depths; and a summary of practical information they uncovered.		In Spring 386YE ''Vaclav Mladenovich Kosti'', then [[Minister of Historical Research]], asked [[Historical_research#Snowstorm_Henk\|Snowstorm Henk]] was [[386YE_Spring_Equinox_Senate_sessions#Research_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|dispatched]] to investigate the newly uncovered [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]] in [[Skarsind]]. The exploration took longer than expected due to the disappearance of the [[Imperial Orcs\|Imperial Orc]] researcher during their initial expedition. Shortly after writing a letter outlining their initial findings, they led their team into the lower tunnels and were presumed lost for several months. Fortunately Henk eventually returned relatively unscathed, and was able to complete their assignment. What follows is a transcript of their preliminary notes sent by letter to the minister; their story of what happened after their disappearance into the depths; and a summary of practical information they uncovered.

	==Preliminary Notes==		==Preliminary Notes==
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	===The Dolorous Aura===		===The Dolorous Aura===
	The ~~“dolorous aura”~~ is a very unpleasant thing to experience. I made a point of attempting to weather it unprotected by liao – both so that I could try and judge how debilitating it might prove to be and, if I am honest, to test myself against this darkness.		The “Dolorous Aura” is a very unpleasant thing to experience. I made a point of attempting to weather it unprotected by liao – both so that I could try and judge how debilitating it might prove to be and, if I am honest, to test myself against this darkness.

	At first it seemed relatively subtle, a nagging reminder of things lost and paths not taken. Distracting, but endurable. It intensified the further we went from the entrance and at the very moment that I could no longer see the opening the full weight of this spiritual miasma fell on me like an avalanche. I found myself weeping, barely able to summon the will to move from where I sat with my arms wrapped around my knees.		At first it seemed relatively subtle, a nagging reminder of things lost and paths not taken. Distracting, but endurable. It intensified the further we went from the entrance and at the very moment that I could no longer see the opening the full weight of this spiritual miasma fell on me like an avalanche. I found myself weeping, barely able to summon the will to move from where I sat with my arms wrapped around my knees.
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	It was my own fault, I'm sure. At the time I could have sworn I felt a push, but looking back I must have been mistaken. I was paying no attention to what I was doing, busy lost in a conversation with Elionwy, Whose Wings are a Shield (the herald of Sung who had been asked to protect our expedition from the Whisper Gallery agents) and I discovered what I had taken to be a solid stone floor was in fact a wide open well of some kind.		It was my own fault, I'm sure. At the time I could have sworn I felt a push, but looking back I must have been mistaken. I was paying no attention to what I was doing, busy lost in a conversation with Elionwy, Whose Wings are a Shield (the herald of Sung who had been asked to protect our expedition from the Whisper Gallery agents) and I discovered what I had taken to be a solid stone floor was in fact a wide open well of some kind.
	===In The Deeps===		===In The Deeps===
	I have no idea how deep the hole was – I smacked my head on the way down and remember nothing until I came to on a rocky shore. Scattered around me were multicoloured pin feathers, each the length of my forearm. I imagine I have ~~they~~ Whose Wings are a Shield to thank for my miraculous survival. Not that they were there when I woke up.		I have no idea how deep the hole was – I smacked my head on the way down and remember nothing until I came to on a rocky shore. Scattered around me were multicoloured pin feathers, each the length of my forearm. I imagine I have Whose Wings are a Shield to thank for my miraculous survival. Not that they were there when I woke up.

	At first I was terrified, obviously. Fortunately most of my supplies were still intact – if a little waterlogged in places – including my trusty back-up lightstone. I applied the medicinal salve to my broken bones and torn skin and silently thanked Siwar for having insisted I take a [[Master_Medicinal#The_Sovereign_Specific\|Sovereign Specific]] with me into the caves. Then I hollered until I was hoarse, but there was no reply save echoes. Then I wrung out my clothes, and set about trying to find my way back to the rest of the team.		At first I was terrified, obviously. Fortunately most of my supplies were still intact – if a little waterlogged in places – including my trusty back-up lightstone. I applied the medicinal salve to my broken bones and torn skin and silently thanked Siwar for having insisted I take a [[Master_Medicinal#The_Sovereign_Specific\|Sovereign Specific]] with me into the caves. Then I hollered until I was hoarse, but there was no reply save echoes. Then I wrung out my clothes, and set about trying to find my way back to the rest of the team.
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	Over the next few... hours? days? I discovered I was in a veritable maze of tunnels, mostly natural but worked in some places. The Dolorous Aura was oppressive but the anointing held. I pushed worry about what would happen when it faded to the back of my mind, and focused instead on rationing the hard biscuits, cheese, and small package of pilf I had in my satchel.		Over the next few... hours? days? I discovered I was in a veritable maze of tunnels, mostly natural but worked in some places. The Dolorous Aura was oppressive but the anointing held. I pushed worry about what would happen when it faded to the back of my mind, and focused instead on rationing the hard biscuits, cheese, and small package of pilf I had in my satchel.

	I won't bore you with the details any more than I already have. This whole period is a little... unclear to me, I confess. I slept fitfully and had bad dreams. Lost track of time. As I travelled, though, the dark tunnels became colder. At first I wondered if I was approaching an exit but in the end those hopes were dashed. I wandered, lost, and slowly began to succumb to despair.		I won't bore you with the details any more than I already have. This whole period is a little... unclear to me, I confess. I slept fitfully and had bad dreams. Lost track of time. As I travelled, though, the dark tunnels became colder. At first, I wondered if I was approaching an exit, but in the end those hopes were dashed. I wandered, lost, and slowly began to succumb to despair.

	Occasionally these winding tunnels would open into rough chambers, some of which showed signs of having been shaped in places but for the most part appeared to be raw stone. Here and there, I would encounter runes carved into the wall. Primarily [[Aesh]] and the Shears of [[Yoorn]].		Occasionally these winding tunnels would open into rough chambers, some of which showed signs of having been shaped in places but for the most part appeared to be raw stone. Here and there, I would encounter runes carved into the wall. Primarily [[Aesh]] and the Shears of [[Yoorn]].
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	The little fire burned low, but the warmth was welcome and I drifted off to sleep by its flickering light, unsure if I would awaken again.		The little fire burned low, but the warmth was welcome and I drifted off to sleep by its flickering light, unsure if I would awaken again.
	===An Unexpected Meeting===		===An Unexpected Meeting===
	I awoke. I awoke to find something leaning over me. It was massive – easily twice my height. I thought at first I was still dreaming, my experiences to date causing phantasms of some giant creature out of ancient days to haunt my sleep. It had a face both like and quite unlike that of an orc. Long rangy arms that creaked and groaned as it moved, and squat bandy legs. Its skin was like unworked stone. ~~It's~~ eyes were massive and dark, like orbs of obsidian. It had tusks of discoloured grey, and a cracked and pitted brow. And it was alive, of that much I am sure. It prodded me with a talon the length of my hand, of the same off-white bone as its fangs, and it spoke in a grinding voice like a boulder slipping down the side of a mountain. I didn't understand it.		I awoke. I awoke to find something leaning over me. It was massive – easily twice my height. I thought at first I was still dreaming, my experiences to date causing phantasms of some giant creature out of ancient days to haunt my sleep. It had a face both like and quite unlike that of an orc. Long rangy arms that creaked and groaned as it moved, and squat bandy legs. Its skin was like unworked stone. Its eyes were massive and dark, like orbs of obsidian. It had tusks of discoloured grey, and a cracked and pitted brow. And it was alive, of that much I am sure. It prodded me with a talon the length of my hand, of the same off-white bone as its fangs, and it spoke in a grinding voice like a boulder slipping down the side of a mountain. I didn't understand it.

	I did not move, certain that an entirely unexpected death had found me. It didn't move. It just stared at me. I noticed, with a sinking feeling, that the outcropping under which I had taken shelter was gone. Or rather, I suspected, that outcropping, awoken by my fire or perhaps my presence huddled below it, had come to life and now stood before me. A creature of the deep mountains.		I did not move, certain that an entirely unexpected death had found me. It didn't move. It just stared at me. I noticed, with a sinking feeling, that the outcropping under which I had taken shelter was gone. Or rather, I suspected, that outcropping, awoken by my fire or perhaps my presence huddled below it, had come to life and now stood before me. A creature of the deep mountains.

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	Following the Spring Equinox 386YE the [[Golden Pyramid]] [[Conclave order]] engaged in an [[Long_shadows\|extensive exploration]] of [[Skarsind]] looking for ways to help the [[Imperial Orcs\|new nation]] grow. A group of prospectors led by a skilled dowser visited the so-called [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]], but were turned away by the unendurable [[aura]] of melancholy that saturates them. They were followed, however, by a band of [[Varushka\|Varushkan]] miners who reasoned that where there is terrible sorrow and a suffocating aura of sadness there must surely be treasure.		Following the Spring Equinox 386YE the [[Golden Pyramid]] [[Conclave order]] engaged in an [[Long_shadows\|extensive exploration]] of [[Skarsind]] looking for ways to help the [[Imperial Orcs\|new nation]] grow. A group of prospectors led by a skilled dowser visited the so-called [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]], but were turned away by the unendurable [[aura]] of melancholy that saturates them. They were followed, however, by a band of [[Varushka\|Varushkan]] miners who reasoned that where there is terrible sorrow and a suffocating aura of sadness there must surely be treasure.

	They were proved correct not only once but twice. They found [[mithril]] in the tunnels, but more importantly from our point of view they found signs that these passages and galleries had once been home to one of those mysterious creatures known to the [[Wintermark\|Winterfolk]] as ~~“[[troll\|trolls]]~~". Deep [[runes]] were carved into the walls, and there were other signs of habitation that gave the impression of being very old indeed.		They were proved correct not only once but twice. They found [[mithril]] in the tunnels, but more importantly from our point of view they found signs that these passages and galleries had once been home to one of those mysterious creatures known to the [[Wintermark\|Winterfolk]] as “trolls". Deep [[runes]] were carved into the walls, and there were other signs of habitation that gave the impression of being very old indeed.

	The Winterfolk say that what is today Skarsind was at one time part of an ancient troll kingdom, and that these tunnels beneath [[Skarsind#Gildermark\|Gildermark]] might represent an outpost or perhaps a mine (given the presence of mithril). There was apparently [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|some discussion]] about whether these ruins should be explored or whether the focus should be on excavating the mithril.		The Winterfolk say that what is today Skarsind was at one time part of an ancient troll kingdom, and that these tunnels beneath [[Skarsind#Gildermark\|Gildermark]] might represent an outpost or perhaps a mine (given the presence of mithril). There was apparently [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|some discussion]] about whether these ruins should be explored or whether the focus should be on excavating the mithril.

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	* [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|Long shadows]] - 386YE Spring Wind of Fortune (re)introducing the Sorrowful Tunnels		* [[Long_shadows#The_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|Long shadows]] - 386YE Spring Wind of Fortune (re)introducing the Sorrowful Tunnels
	* [[Skarsind]]		* [[Skarsind]]
			* [[Bregasland and the smiths]]
			* [[Wintermark_history#The_Troll_Wars\|Troll wars]]

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	==Introduction==		==Introduction==
	In Spring 386YE ''Vaclav Mladenovich Kosti'', then [[Minister of Historical Research]], ~~asked~~ [[~~Historical_research~~#~~Snowstorm_Henk~~\|~~Snowstorm Henk~~]] ~~was~~ [[~~386YE_Spring_Equinox_Senate_sessions~~#~~Research_Sorrowful_Tunnels~~\|~~dispatched~~]] to investigate the newly uncovered [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]] in [[Skarsind]]. The exploration took longer than expected due to the disappearance of the [[Imperial Orcs\|Imperial Orc]] researcher during their initial expedition. Shortly after writing a letter outlining their initial findings, they led their team into the lower tunnels and were presumed lost for several months. Fortunately Henk eventually returned relatively unscathed, and was able to complete their assignment. What follows is a transcript of their preliminary notes sent by letter to the minister; their story of what happened after their disappearance into the depths; and a summary of practical information they uncovered.		In Spring 386YE ''Vaclav Mladenovich Kosti'', then [[Minister of Historical Research]], [[386YE_Spring_Equinox_Senate_sessions#Research_Sorrowful_Tunnels\|dispatched]] [[Historical_research#Snowstorm_Henk\|Snowstorm Henk]] to investigate the newly uncovered [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]] in [[Skarsind]]. The exploration took longer than expected due to the disappearance of the [[Imperial Orcs\|Imperial Orc]] researcher during their initial expedition. Shortly after writing a letter outlining their initial findings, they led their team into the lower tunnels and were presumed lost for several months. Fortunately Henk eventually returned relatively unscathed, and was able to complete their assignment. What follows is a transcript of their preliminary notes sent by letter to the minister; their story of what happened after their disappearance into the depths; and a summary of practical information they uncovered.

	==Preliminary Notes==		==Preliminary Notes==
	Following the Spring Equinox 386YE the [[Golden Pyramid]] [[Conclave order]] engaged in an [[Long_shadows\|extensive exploration]] of [[Skarsind]] looking for ways to help the [[Imperial Orcs\|new nation]] grow. A group of prospectors ~~lead~~ by a skilled dowser visited the so-called [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]], but were turned away by the unendurable [[aura]] of melancholy that saturates them. They were followed, however, by a band of [[Varushka\|Varushkan]] miners who reasoned that where there is terrible sorrow and a suffocating aura of sadness there must surely be treasure.		Following the Spring Equinox 386YE the [[Golden Pyramid]] [[Conclave order]] engaged in an [[Long_shadows\|extensive exploration]] of [[Skarsind]] looking for ways to help the [[Imperial Orcs\|new nation]] grow. A group of prospectors led by a skilled dowser visited the so-called [[Skarsind#Sorrowful Tunnels\|Sorrowful Tunnels]], but were turned away by the unendurable [[aura]] of melancholy that saturates them. They were followed, however, by a band of [[Varushka\|Varushkan]] miners who reasoned that where there is terrible sorrow and a suffocating aura of sadness there must surely be treasure.

	They were proved correct not only once but twice. They found [[mithril]] in the tunnels, but more importantly from our point of view they found signs that these passages and galleries had once been home to one of those mysterious creatures known to the [[Wintermark\|Winterfolk]] as “[[troll\|trolls]]". Deep [[runes]] were carved into the walls, and there were other signs of habitation that gave the impression of being very old indeed.		They were proved correct not only once but twice. They found [[mithril]] in the tunnels, but more importantly from our point of view they found signs that these passages and galleries had once been home to one of those mysterious creatures known to the [[Wintermark\|Winterfolk]] as “[[troll\|trolls]]". Deep [[runes]] were carved into the walls, and there were other signs of habitation that gave the impression of being very old indeed.
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	As is traditional when exploring strange ruins, we took the time to consult both the [[Night magic\|Night]] and [[Day magic\|Day]] realms with magic.		As is traditional when exploring strange ruins, we took the time to consult both the [[Night magic\|Night]] and [[Day magic\|Day]] realms with magic.

	First, given the dark environs made it feel fitting, we consulted the [[Shadowed Glass of Sung]]. This ritual answers the question “''Is there a specific secret, mystery, or enigma associated with this location?''“ Our [[divination]] received the not-particularly-reassuring response “''What does it mean to be alone? What does it mean to choose to be alone, or to have no choice? What does it mean to know that things end? How long can one be alone before you forget you are alone?''” Not precisely illuminating, but fit for the place we were exploring I would say.		First, given the dark environs made it feel fitting, we consulted the [[Shadowed Glass of Sung]]. This ritual answers the question “''Is there a specific secret, mystery, or enigma associated with this location?''“ Our [[divination]] received the not-particularly-reassuring response “''What does it mean to be alone? What does it mean to choose to be alone, or to have no choice? What does it mean to know that things end? How long can one be alone before you forget you are alone?''” Not precisely illuminating, but fit for the place we were exploring I would say.

	Much more useful, arguably, was the [[Clear Lens of the Eternal River]]. This divination asks the question “''What is the historical significance of this place?''”. The ritual unfolded around us and provided considerably more context than we were expecting. “''This is the domain of the troll (untranslatable) that came here in the time of Chaos to the high places above the kingdom to await the inevitable, to be alone with their thoughts, to be away from their fellows who sought to drag them into chaos. Self-exiled and ostracised they dwelled here while the stars spun across the sky, waiting for the end, mourning for everything that had been lost, and would be lost when they ceased.''”		Much more useful, arguably, was the [[Clear Lens of the Eternal River]]. This divination asks the question “''What is the historical significance of this place?''”. The ritual unfolded around us and provided considerably more context than we were expecting. “''This is the domain of the troll (untranslatable) that came here in the time of Chaos to the high places above the kingdom to await the inevitable, to be alone with their thoughts, to be away from their fellows who sought to drag them into chaos. Self-exiled and ostracised they dwelled here while the stars spun across the sky, waiting for the end, mourning for everything that had been lost, and would be lost when they ceased.''”
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	===An Unexpected Guest===		===An Unexpected Guest===
	A short time after we'd performed our divinations, we were joined by an unexpected visitor. At first we mistook it for some spirit of the tunnels, but it soon became apparent it was anything but. They had the aspect of an orc, but with feathers instead of hair that immediately marked them as something other. They emerged without warning out of the darkness, and introduced themselves in a mellifluent voice as ''Elionwy, Whose Wings are a Shield'' – a favoured herald of the Feathered Serpent that Night magicians call “[[Sung\|Sung]]”. She vouchsafed that she had been sent by her mistress specifically to protect us from the attention of the Whisper Gallery but also would stand between us and other dangers of the dark places under Gildenheim. It wasn't clear what one odd orc-like herald could do, but after asking some probing questions we determined that they appeared to be sincere in their offer. Tolva offered them an anointing but they claimed that they didn't need any protection from “the mystery” here – the shield of their wings was sufficient.		A short time after we'd performed our divinations, we were joined by an unexpected visitor. At first we mistook it for some spirit of the tunnels, but it soon became apparent it was anything but. They had the aspect of an orc, but with feathers instead of hair that immediately marked them as something other. They emerged without warning out of the darkness, and introduced themselves in a mellifluent voice as ''Elionwy, Whose Wings are a Shield'' – a favoured herald of the Feathered Serpent that Night magicians call “[[Sung\|Sung]]”. She vouchsafed that she had been sent by her mistress specifically to protect us from the attention of the Whisper Gallery but also would stand between us and other dangers of the dark places under Gildenheim. It wasn't clear what one odd orc-like herald could do, but after asking some probing questions we determined that they appeared to be sincere in their offer. Tolva offered them an anointing but they claimed that they didn't need any protection from “the mystery” here – the shield of their wings was sufficient.

	(We noted they did not in fact have wings, so thought at the time that it was just a turn of phrase).		(We noted they did not in fact have wings, so thought at the time that it was just a turn of phrase).

	There was a little discussion about whether Sung might want to impede our investigations to preserve the mystery here but in the end we agreed to give them a chance but keep as close an eye on them as possible. Also, they raised the spectre of the Whisper Gallery and its agents, who are known to take a particular pleasure in trying to murder members of the Department. While we found it unlikely that any agents would make it past the guards at the base camp or the second camp, we resolved to keep an eye open just to be safe.		There was a little discussion about whether Sung might want to impede our investigations to preserve the mystery here but in the end we agreed to give them a chance but keep as close an eye on them as possible. Also, they raised the spectre of the Whisper Gallery and its agents, who are known to take a particular pleasure in trying to murder members of the Department. While we found it unlikely that any agents would make it past the guards at the base camp or the second camp, we resolved to keep an eye open just to be safe.

	===Signs of Habitation===		===Signs of Habitation===
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	Everything was on a giant scale – there were no signs of anything made for orcs or humans here. Given the weight of the doors, it was unlikely anyone could have moved around here with any particular ease.		Everything was on a giant scale – there were no signs of anything made for orcs or humans here. Given the weight of the doors, it was unlikely anyone could have moved around here with any particular ease.

	After several weeks of exploring what we had started calling the upper tunnels, we decided to try something different and press down as far as we could to see what was at the bottom. With that in mind, we took a few days to prepare and fortify ourselves, ensure our notes were up to date, and began the descent down into the depths.		After several weeks of exploring what we had started calling the upper tunnels, we decided to try something different and press down as far as we could to see what was at the bottom. With that in mind, we took a few days to prepare and fortify ourselves, ensure our notes were up to date, and began the descent down into the depths.

	==In the Bowels of the Mountain==		==In the Bowels of the Mountain==
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	After a time though, I broached the subject of returning to my companions. It considered me for a time – an hour I would guess – before it spoke again. It was extremely unnerving to sit there for an hour being stared at by this massive, unmoving fanged-and-taloned thing of stone and ancient sadness. Then without further comment it simply... picked me up. Tossed me over its shoulder like it might a sack of grain, and began to walk through the darkness with me. It was at this point that I got a feel for the sheer physical strength, the presence of this thing. I knew it could kill me easily, tear me apart as easily as I might shred a piece of cooked chicken. If it wished to.		After a time though, I broached the subject of returning to my companions. It considered me for a time – an hour I would guess – before it spoke again. It was extremely unnerving to sit there for an hour being stared at by this massive, unmoving fanged-and-taloned thing of stone and ancient sadness. Then without further comment it simply... picked me up. Tossed me over its shoulder like it might a sack of grain, and began to walk through the darkness with me. It was at this point that I got a feel for the sheer physical strength, the presence of this thing. I knew it could kill me easily, tear me apart as easily as I might shred a piece of cooked chicken. If it wished to.

	It moved with purpose, with me bouncing over its shoulder. ~~It's~~ gait was uneven, which began to give me a form of seasickness. I could tell we were ascending, several times mounting curving ramps. I couldn't tell you the route we took, nor entirely how long it took, but then without warning it stopped. It dropped me a little heavily and leaned close.		It moved with purpose, with me bouncing over its shoulder. Its gait was uneven, which began to give me a form of seasickness. I could tell we were ascending, several times mounting curving ramps. I couldn't tell you the route we took, nor entirely how long it took, but then without warning it stopped. It dropped me a little heavily and leaned close.

	“Do not come back,” it said. “Take what you want from the upper halls but you and your Empire must leave me alone, little [[orc]]. No good will come to you or yours if you disturb me or mine.”		“Do not come back,” it said. “Take what you want from the upper halls but you and your Empire must leave me alone, little [[orc]]. No good will come to you or yours if you disturb me or mine.”

	And then without waiting for a reply it turned and disappeared back into the darkness. I was at the base of the well that ~~lead~~ up to the mine workings and ultimately to the gate. I had been reported missing, presumed dead, but there was much rejoicing at my return. After reaching the doors, though, I swooned and spent two weeks in bed barely conscious dreaming of being trapped in the darkness. Then I spent another two weeks convalescing before beginning to write my report.		And then without waiting for a reply it turned and disappeared back into the darkness. I was at the base of the well that led up to the mine workings and ultimately to the gate. I had been reported missing, presumed dead, but there was much rejoicing at my return. After reaching the doors, though, I swooned and spent two weeks in bed barely conscious dreaming of being trapped in the darkness. Then I spent another two weeks convalescing before beginning to write my report.

	I think it likely that the Dolorous Aura that hangs over the caves and tunnels is a result of the troll that has spent untold years sleeping and dreaming in its depths. There is mithril here, but exploiting it will be difficult. I do not think the aura can be removed - it is too engrained in the soul - but I am no priest. I think it likely that even killing the troll - were such a thing even possible - would not especially weaken the aura. Any extraction of mithril will be challenging - and I ''strongly advise'' that we respect the wishes of that lonely inhabitant of the tunnels beneath the mountain.		I think it likely that the Dolorous Aura that hangs over the caves and tunnels is a result of the troll that has spent untold years sleeping and dreaming in its depths. There is mithril here, but exploiting it will be difficult. I do not think the aura can be removed - it is too engrained in the soul - but I am no priest. I think it likely that even killing the troll - were such a thing even possible - would not especially weaken the aura. Any extraction of mithril will be challenging - and I ''strongly advise'' that we respect the wishes of that lonely inhabitant of the tunnels beneath the mountain.
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	===Sparing Wordsmiths===		===Sparing Wordsmiths===
	Trolls are terse. They don't waste ten words when a pained silence will do. Some of the eldest trolls take the attitude that everything worth saying has already been said. There is no “trollish tongue” - ~~Trolls~~ in the Empire speak Imperial, and all the evidence is that trolls from other parts of the world speak whatever language is useful to them. The closest one gets to troll language are the runes, which they use as a script for important writing (something that can prove quite hazardous to mortal scribes interestingly).		Trolls are terse. They don't waste ten words when a pained silence will do. Some of the eldest trolls take the attitude that everything worth saying has already been said. There is no “trollish tongue” - trolls in the Empire speak Imperial, and all the evidence is that trolls from other parts of the world speak whatever language is useful to them. The closest one gets to troll language are the runes, which they use as a script for important writing (something that can prove quite hazardous to mortal scribes, interestingly).

	Despite their longevity, trolls are not especially literate; while trolls use the runes to write things down, they do so far less regularly than humans do. Most troll writing is inscribed on stone or metal – paper and wood is seen as too transient. Trolls prefer to inscribe runes on things that will last, like the walls of a fortress or cave. It seems that some trolls instinctively carve a rune into a nearby surface as a way to express their emotions - where a mortal might slam a door or weep a troll is more likely to inscribe a rune into a stone wall as a form of emotional catharsis.		Despite their longevity, trolls are not especially literate; while trolls use the runes to write things down, they do so far less regularly than humans do. Most troll writing is inscribed on stone or metal – paper and wood is seen as too transient. Trolls prefer to inscribe runes on things that will last, like the walls of a fortress or cave. It seems that some trolls instinctively carve a rune into a nearby surface as a way to express their emotions - where a mortal might slam a door or weep a troll is more likely to inscribe a rune into a stone wall as a form of emotional catharsis.