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!!7ls3wo7NoED 02/08/10(Mon)08:30 No.7979842>>7979791
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You get your knife and give it a clean, before slicing your palm and letting the blood run down your sword into the altar. It pools up, and you get Leold to give the troll scalp. The priest grabs the scalp, and places it on the altar. He grabs an unlit torch from a holder on the pillar, and says a single sylable in trollish. You don't recognise it, but suddenly the torch flares into life. He puts the torch first to the scalp, and then to the blood, while speaking trollish in a low, reverential tone. After shaking the torch out he places it back where it was.
The blood and scalp burns oddly, first it seems to act as if flammable, then burns with odd colours, greens and whites and reds, all at once. It's like nothing you've seen with alchemy, and you suspect the supernatural is at play.
The troll speaks again. "You bring goo'gift for Zul'dan. Zul'un tell you of something special. Down below, where the clawed shadows lurk, there is a tresure of mo'value to you. If you go now, you get it, mo' much valor, but treasure remain a hojo'wyrd, messy unknown forever. Return in two moons, and the treasure will show it's Wyrd to you. But the lil'glory will be less. |
