Featuring: Lou (Yfelwydan Troll), Shakhragh (Yfelwydan Orc), and Gash (Yfelwydan Orc).

Troll Cave
This is a cave hollowed out of the hillside, the entrance mostly walled up with boulders to block out the light.

Ummm, correct that. Several boulders have been carefully moved out, to form a window, and there are flowerpots set there with roses nodding in the breeze.

Several shallow but large pits have been worn into the ground, but their lining is now a proper silvan bed, a lining of pine needles and sweet-smelling bracken and herbs, looking fluffy and comfortable.

Other rocks, their tops banged roughly flat, serve as tables and chairs, and they have been straightened neatly and covered with nice cloths that smell of sweet incense. More flowers line the walls, and every inch is sparkling clean.

From a troll's point of view, the most puzzling thing is the complete lack of any ... rubbish. A hobbit-maiden would feel at home here, yes she would. And she would breathe the air and declare she had wandered into a dream of sweet romance.

Oh ... one more thing. It seems there are some bladders cleverly placed where a troll would trip over them. The scent of perfume and deodorant is rather masked here so it will be hard to avoid stepping on one and getting perfumed for the next week.

The room is lit by slow-burning strawberry-wax candles that give off a incense that somehow overcomes the other smells in the room.
Contents:
Gash
Lou
Obvious exits:
Up

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Real time is: Mon Mar 11 13:11:39 2002 - Elendor time is
Early Night on a Clear Autumn Sterday, October 2, 3025

Note: It is nightime out, so you can leave the the cover of the trees.
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"Ooooouuugh! Lou not feel good..." the big troll layed out by one of the cave walls groans out as he awakens, and tries to sit up. "Ooooooowwww." he squints, holding his head as he finally sits up on his butt.

"Shut up," mutters the Orc, tiny in comparison, to himself. "Bloody Troll. Nothin' ter eat, less ter do. If I don't starve ter death, I'll go crazy wif' boredom." Shakhragh is propped up by a rock, lounging in the corner, stripped to a ragged pair of trousers made for a human larger than he. He has a few wounds as well, a black mass on his chest where he'd been struck by a hammer, black blood encrusted and slowly oozing pus.

A black shadow comes in through the wide opening, scuttling almost without a sound along the cave wall. It stop behind an outcrop and two eyes blacker than the darkness in the deep hole peer around them. A wicked grin, filled with small sharp teeth like that of a pikes spreads in a narrow faces as the eyes catched the misery of a troll and an orc.

Lou looks down at his legs stretched out on the floor in front of him, "Dem rock sticks hit Loo's legs hard," he mumbles to himself, pretty much ignoring Shakh. He pokes at his oozy puss filled wounds with his big finger... some black green stuff squirts out and lands some feet away from the troll, "Ouch!"

Shakhragh sneers in distaste. He is unaware of the presence of the other being in the cave. "Garn, yer disgustin', even fer a Troll. An' they're called hammers, genius." He spits the last word out sarcastically. "Nar. Wish wotever miracle came 'long ter patch yer up'd do so agin ter shut yer up. Same fer me." He spits.

"Shakh says hammers, Loo says rock sticks... maybe Shakh not want to come with Loo to Loo's cave..." Lou says to the little orc. The big troll paws at his key for a few moments, just before poking a squirting another of his many leg wounds.

"Fine, ferget it," growls Shakhragh quickly, eager to see what this gold key unlocks. "Ain't important, anyway..."

A faint wheeze can be heard from close the opening, nothing anyone would register as threatening. Then, right between the goblin and the troll, something lands with a soft, wet flop. It is a big toad, inflated to the point of bursting. It has landed on its back and it impotent limbs wiggles pathetically.

Lou turns his head to the splat, "Hmmmm, Shakh, you get that thing fer Loo..." he says.

Looking up at the noise, Shakhragh's eyebrows furrow. "Huh. Wot the..." He pushes himself to his feet, a hand nursing his wound. The Goblin Boss hobbles to the toad, and picks it up, examining it casually. "Nar, it's a toad. Ugly little bugger, full o' poison." He scowls and tosses the amphibian over to Lou, looking back over to the cave entrance to see where it came from.

Lou grins at the slimy little meal, catching it before it hits the ground, He pops it into his mouth and swallows it, "Better'n wot yous left Loo... eatin all Loo's yummins when Loo sleepin... I eats you next if Loo not get outta this cave soon." Lou then stetches out his long arms, and bellows out a long drawn out yawn that echos loudly around this cave.

As teh troll stretches out to sleap the hidden intruder steps out from behind the outcrop. "What a bumbling fool', says a hissing nasty voice. 'Eatn' poison like it was any old shank of lamb.' Two hard eyes are turned towards Shakh. 'Might be spel your escape from becoming troll-dinner, get a leg on. That toad should knock him out for a while, made of stone or not." The scrawny orc starts moving towards the opening. As the other doesn't follow she turns and says: 'I say him drag you here the other day. I am not the sentimetal kind but if we don't stick togetehre against trolls we'd all be in trouble."

Pushing himself to his feet, Shakhragh glares at the she-Orc entering the cave. "Gar, who are yer?" he shoots, glaring at the other Goblin as he grabs a dagger from his belt and holding it in front o him. "And wot're yer doin' 'ere?"

Lou blinks a few times at the wall, then sways his head toward the orc recently entered, "Hmmmm?" he questions. His body is now swaying back and forth, side to side, slowly, as if drunk. His eyes suddenly widen, and he looks up into the blank air, "Bwaaaaa! Hahhaaahaaa!" he just starts to laugh and point up at the ceiling for some reason, swatting at the air occasionally.

Gash dodges as the troll is about to topple over. "You as dense as the troll?" snarls the she-orc to Shakhrag. 'I told yeh! I follwed! Now get a move on if you don't want to get et!"

Skakhragh looks at Lou as though the giant's gone insane (and indeed, it appears he has). "Wot'd yer do ter Lou?" He looks back at Gash. "And I ain't goin' nowhere! This Troll's got treasure hoarded 'way somewhere an' he was goin' ter take me there!"

"Whhaaa..haaaa... hoooo." he grins as he looks at the she-orc, hands still swatting at the air, "Dat the one who wrapped up Loo's legs maybe." he says... then he slaps his hands together, "Go em!" he chuckles, buncing happlily on his butt.

The she-orc stops abruptly and turns slowly. "Is that so...." she says, voice lean as treckle. "Well, maube then we should take good care of him. Is he stupid enough to trust our kind?"

"Aye," growls Shakhragh, lowering his knife a little. "Now answer me," he goes on, "who are yer?" The Orc cheiftain sneers at Gash, his eyebrows furrowing more deeply than before.

"Never you mind." snarls the she-orc in response "You should be glad I have made an effort to back up your pimply rear in the first place.' The she-orc glares at the goblin with eyes full of black malice. "Necessary or not I am regreting it already."

Lou pulls his hands to his face, and slowly opens them to look at what he caught, "Its got away..." he mumbles, looking back up toward the ceiling. He squints his eyes again, pursing his fat lips. "Loo'll git him good..." he says, picking up an old tree laying close to him.

"He's gone barmy," mutters Shakhragh in a mix of wonder and disgust as the Troll, a moment ago unwilling to stand up, speaks of attacking things that aren't there. Glancing at Gash, he scoops up his nearby cloak and throws it over his head and hobbles across the cave to where he'd left his armor and weapons, steering clear of Lou. "Mebbe this ain't the safest place this moment," he says as he picks up his gear and begins to inch toward Gash and the cave mouth.

"Still a crumb of sense in ye', hisses the she-orc. 'They used to call me 'Gash', btw. Have come down from Goblin Town if you need to know. but that is all I am going to tell yeh." She gives Shakh a look and fishes out a piece of toadskin. 'Here.' she says offering him the skin. "Looks like you need it. Should drive out the pus in a few days."

The weight from the club strains Lou's big muscles just a liitle too much. His head spins in dizzyness, and sitting on his butt, he manages to loose his balance and topples over to his side. He just lays there, "Loo not good..." he says to himself.