A day earlier the ranger finds what seems to be splatters of blood. Halfling feet show what looks to be like a struggle. Larger, almost bear like feet, are all over the passageway.
They continued on for another day. The ranger is having trouble following the tracks.
A few hours later the cleric picks up on voices up ahead. It’s hard to make out what they’re saying. The party moves up another 100 years. Now a few of the adventurers pick up on the voices. A crude form of common is being spoke. “Eats one, why not?” says one of the voices. Another one answers, “don’t dare you. Pay us gold for em’”
The voices of children and adults can be heard muttering and crying.
The party moves up another 50 yard. A large opening can be seen 50 feet up ahead
It now becomes clear that whatever ahead is in the possession of slaves. almost 2 dozen of them hanging on to their lives, some already dead.
The first melee does not go well. 3 trolls being lead by a larger 2 head troll nearly take them out. The constant regenerating and strength of them being too much for the party to handle. The heroes barely retreat with their lives
The trolls dare them to come back. Killing several of the slaves to entice the party…
The party comes up with a plan to burn the trolls before being forced into melee.
They will get into close range and lob burning oil on to them. They have a total of 3 vials. Auron will stand back and shoot arrows.
Patience, Davian’s Flame sword, and the and possibly a little luck from the God Norebo, prove to win the day. In the process both the cleric and ranger lose their lives.
Auron and Shavinski free the slaves. Using their help to help carry the dead.