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[Corai]

Tell her the truth. No, we don't have a name.

Supporting this to break the tie.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Tell her the truth. No, we don't have a name.

Supporting this to break the tie.

Supporting this to prevent a new tie.

[Weirdsound]

Character:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: the Male Night Troll "My father says I earn a name when people fear me enough to give me one."

Physical Traits:
Tattooed Arms "Prevents me from getting magic fatigued as easily, and even helps out a bit with casting. Also: Fashionable."
Springy Legs "I wish I could fly, but being able to jump like a flea and kick peoples ribs in is the next best thing."
Camouflaged Body "I can be invisible... at a glance or at a distance."
Hypnotic Gaze "I'm good at disabling a mortal's self preservation instinct... not so good at predicting his actions once I do."

Skills:
Eon Manipulation (+4) "Eon Manipulation is a family tradition. I hope to someday be as good as my father..."
Stealth (+3) "They can't escape what they can't see!"
Dark Manipulation (+2) "The night is my birthright and my greatest ally..."
Night Creature Empathy (+1) "Because it pays to be friends with other night dwellers."
Communication (+1) "Even for one as hideous as myself, a silver tongue goes a long way!"

Inventory:
An Elf Tooth Charm Necklace (Worn)
A Brown and Green Ritual Cloak (Worn)
-3 Slices of Goblin Jerkey (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Flask of Oil (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Flint Fire-starter Kit (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Pair of Forceps (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Handheld mirror (In inside cloak pocket)
"I can't fit much more in my pockets. Perhaps I should find a bag or something soon..."

"No. I have yet to earn a name. Do you have one?" You ask in spite of knowing.

"Haven't earned a name... what a strange culture... I'm Esmeralda, Eldest daughter of Foghorn the Vile. My father is out to prove his might by slaying all other wizards presumptuous enough to build towers. Somebody threw the guy in charge of this place in a time loop, so dad has to get him out before he can kill the man..."

Esmeralda smacks herself on the forehead. "I'm supposed to be looking for the guy who set up the timeloop, not talking to some experiment in the dungeon. Why don't you just tag along for a few minutes and we can let my father figure out what is wrong with you and and your people when he is finished."

The woman beckons for you to follow her before turning her back to you and heading for the stairs. At least your hypnotism is preventing her from being cautious. If you want to make a move, now would be the ideal moment, but you are not sure if you like the prospect of dealing with two wizards on hostile terms...

[Thecard]

Tell her the truth. No, we don't have a name.

Supporting this to break the tie.

Supporting this to prevent a new tie.

Yeah, it'd be stupid to lie to her about our name.

[Mlamlah]

Follow quietly, but remain on gaurd. If the older wizard makes a hostile action then put him in a "Slow Bubble" and run circles around him, avoiding anything he can throw.

[Thecard]

We could fake not knowing what is going on with the wizard, and pretend to have been a captive.
Help them get the wizard out of the time loop, and help to kill him.
Ingratiate ourselves to the vile dude.
Maybe try to trick Leghorn into giving his daughter to us in some kind of deal.

[Weirdsound]

Character:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: the Male Night Troll "My father says I earn a name when people fear me enough to give me one."

Physical Traits:
Tattooed Arms "Prevents me from getting magic fatigued as easily, and even helps out a bit with casting. Also: Fashionable."
Springy Legs "I wish I could fly, but being able to jump like a flea and kick peoples ribs in is the next best thing."
Camouflaged Body "I can be invisible... at a glance or at a distance."
Hypnotic Gaze "I'm good at disabling a mortal's self preservation instinct... not so good at predicting his actions once I do."

Skills:
Eon Manipulation (+4) "Eon Manipulation is a family tradition. I hope to someday be as good as my father..."
Stealth (+3) "They can't escape what they can't see!"
Dark Manipulation (+2) "The night is my birthright and my greatest ally..."
Night Creature Empathy (+1) "Because it pays to be friends with other night dwellers."
Communication (+1) "Even for one as hideous as myself, a silver tongue goes a long way!"

Inventory:
An Elf Tooth Charm Necklace (Worn)
A Brown and Green Ritual Cloak (Worn)
-3 Slices of Goblin Jerkey (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Flask of Oil (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Flint Fire-starter Kit (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Pair of Forceps (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Handheld mirror (In inside cloak pocket)
"I can't fit much more in my pockets. Perhaps I should find a bag or something soon..."

Follow quietly, but remain on gaurd. If the older wizard makes a hostile action then put him in a "Slow Bubble" and run circles around him, avoiding anything he can throw.

Esmeralda leads you on an uneventful sweep of the tower's lower floors before leading you back to the bedroom where her father is working furiously to unravel your spell. "Father. Look what I found locked up in the dungeons."

The older wizard turns and your eyes meet. His robe is black and his skin smooth, if it wasn't for the fact that his hair and impressive mustache are a silver-grey you would place him in his daughter's age group. Judging by his relative youth, and the fact that he is trying to tackle your spell himself, you suspect that he is an Eon Manipulator.

Without even performing a hand-gesture or speaking an incantation the wizard scans you like his daughter did, You briefly glow purple, bright enough to cause Esmeralda to shield her eyes. As the spell concludes Foghorn's jaw drops. 1d20 = 9 + 7(His Skill) = 16

The wizard speaks with amazement. "...You are a Night Troll, aren't you? You should be dead! How in the blazes did Pyrost get you here? ...Or did you get here yourself. Those Tattoos do imply competency in magic..."

[Grek]

Tell him that we used our magic to escape into the future. Its mostly true.

[Corai]

Tell him that our father transported us into the future for some unknown reason. Tell him we took from our ethics from our (elf) night troll mother.

[Mlamlah]

Tell him that we used our magic to escape into the future. Its mostly true.

+w

[Thecard]

Tell him that we used our magic to escape into the future. Its mostly true.

+w

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[Weirdsound]

Character:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: the Male Night Troll "My father says I earn a name when people fear me enough to give me one."

Physical Traits:
Tattooed Arms "Prevents me from getting magic fatigued as easily, and even helps out a bit with casting. Also: Fashionable."
Springy Legs "I wish I could fly, but being able to jump like a flea and kick peoples ribs in is the next best thing."
Camouflaged Body "I can be invisible... at a glance or at a distance."
Hypnotic Gaze "I'm good at disabling a mortal's self preservation instinct... not so good at predicting his actions once I do."

Skills:
Eon Manipulation (+4) "Eon Manipulation is a family tradition. I hope to someday be as good as my father..."
Stealth (+3) "They can't escape what they can't see!"
Dark Manipulation (+2) "The night is my birthright and my greatest ally..."
Night Creature Empathy (+1) "Because it pays to be friends with other night dwellers."
Communication (+1) "Even for one as hideous as myself, a silver tongue goes a long way!"

Inventory:
An Elf Tooth Charm Necklace (Worn)
A Brown and Green Ritual Cloak (Worn)
-3 Slices of Goblin Jerkey (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Flask of Oil (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Flint Fire-starter Kit (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Pair of Forceps (In inside cloak pocket)
-1 Handheld mirror (In inside cloak pocket)
"I can't fit much more in my pockets. Perhaps I should find a bag or something soon..."

Follow quietly, but remain on gaurd. If the older wizard makes a hostile action then put him in a "Slow Bubble" and run circles around him, avoiding anything he can throw.

"I used my magic to escape into the future." You say, again shifting your color to show off your tattoos. Sadly Foghorn doesn't buy it for a second.

His awed expression fades and confidence floods into his voice. You find this new in frightening. Out of all the mortals your father brought back to the cave, none of them have ever spoken with confidence. "You are bluffing. You still look juvenile, and I've been practicing Eon magic for 56 years. I couldn't hurl myself that far forward in time, no way in the nine hells that you could."

(Communication Contest for Lying/Lie Detection)
Your Roll: 1d20 = 5 + 1(Skill) +3(Proof: Tattoos) = 9
His Roll: 1d20 = 20 - 3(Untrained Skill) = 17

"I'll tell you what happened, boy, you either had help getting here on your end, or Phyros tried to tamper with Eon Magic he didn't understand and conjured a monster from the past by mistake. Either way, you threw him in a time loop, out of fear or desire to torment him, and hid in the dungeon when we showed up!"

Foghorn smirks. "You don't have to waste your time lying to me boy. I mean you no harm. Unless you have some vested intrest in the fool Phyros' survival, we have no quarrel."

[Grek]

Well, shit. Better fess up to having help. No need to say who helped us. And we should probably explain what we want and that we have no problem with Phyros dying.

What is it that we want, anyways?

[Weirdsound]

I gave some suggestions a few posts ago, and will continue to do so when I see spots to add backstory, but ultimately Mr. Unamed Night Troll's goals are up to the democrobrain.

[Thecard]

What we want is to ensure our race's survival.
Now, it could be in Leghorn's best interest that we survive.  We are fairly powerful, he has to admit.  And we would be the patriarch of an entire race.  All he needs to do is help us find a mate.
Then, he'll have a powerful and ancient race to help him, and then we'll have
A. A guide.
B. A wife
C. A teacher

Just to clarify, the wife doesn't have to Esmeralda.  I doubt he would allow us to do so anyway.