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[racnor]

just tell him we had help on our end, and that he can keep the wizard. ask what year it is.

[Corai]

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.

Offer to help Foghorn with what he is doing if he helps us recreate the species. Do mention Esmeralda would be safe.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Admit we had help, and say we were afraid of what the wizard would do to us. We're a hunted species, after all--and by no fault of our own!

[racnor]

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.

Offer to help Foghorn with what he is doing if he helps us recreate the species. Do mention Esmeralda would be safe.

Might be best not to bring... conversion up in casual conversation. He might take it as a threat.

[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.

Offer to help Foghorn with what he is doing if he helps us recreate the species. Do mention Esmeralda would be safe.

Might be best not to bring... conversion up in casual conversation. He might take it as a threat.

Offer to help Foghorn with what he is doing if he helps us recreate the species. Do mention Esmeralda would be safe.

He shouldn't.  If we wanted to convert her, we could have done so already.

[racnor]

still, that aspect of our abilities isn't something we should go reminding people about.

[Weirdsound]

You sigh and start explaining your quest, but Foghorn suddenly starts swearing. He it seems he has forgotten to focus on breaking your spell on his sleeping foe, and that his progress has been reset. "Well don't just stand there boy, I say help me untangle this spell so we can kill him!"

With a nod you get to work along side the wizard. Your critically successful spell is a pain in the ass to break, and by the time the two of you finish, it is night again. Foghorn then casualy executes Phyros by slowing down his respiratory system while speeding up the rest of his body, causing the poor old man to suffocate in under five seconds. 1d20 = 5 + 9(His Skill) + 4(Your skill) - 2(Dealing with a critical spell) = 16

Foghorn whipes the sweat from his brow and you pick back up with your story. "My father sent me here, to the future, with a powerful ritual. Many virgins were sacrificed. How far forward did I go?"

The wizard counts on his fingers and scratches his head. "Either 875 or 912 years. I get the date of the night troll genocide and start of the second werebeing war mixed..."

"I don't remember a second werebeing war... it must have been 875..."

Foghorn produces a pipe from his pocket and sets about stuffing it with herbs. "Trust me, not alot has changed. The humans, goblins, and dwarves have some fancy new toys. But thats about it. Everybody still hates everybody. And everybody still fears the night."

You take a deep breath and cut to the chase. "Do you think I could serve you for awhile, until I figure things out? I never hunted on my own before... All I ask in return is that you help me find a mate when the time comes." 1d20 = 8 + 1(Skill) = 9

The wizard considers your offer for a second. "I don't think I'm comfortable with that idea. I have several daughters, a couple of whom I'm actually rather fond of. Its not that I don't trust you, its that I don't trust your instincts. I'll tell you what though... If you make a name for yourself, and let me take credit for conjuring you here, it would do wonders for my reputation as the most vile warlock in the land. If you do that for me, I'll let you live in this tower and send you support in the form of supplies and advice from time to time."

Foghorn offers a pale human hand. "What do you say boy, we have a deal?"

"Errmm...."

[Thecard]

Hmmm... well...
We aren't responsible for getting us here.
May as well accept.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Agreed.

Ask about these "new toys."

[Grek]

This is a perfectly fine deal. We can find our own wife later.

[Corai]

Agreed.

Ask about these "new toys."

+1

These toys may be anything from new swords to WMDs on wheels. We must know.

[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..."

Agreed.

Ask about these "new toys."

You reach out and accept Foghorn's handshake. "Yeah. I can work with that. You said you would offer me advice, can you throw information as well? I'd like to know about these new toys."

Foghorn smiles. "The humans have these things called muskets. They look like crossbows without arms and shoot little balls of metal that move fast enough to break the skin and mess up your insides. The projectile is smaller than that of a bow or crossbow, and concealed until the moment it is fired, which makes it a pain in the ass to slow down with Eon Manipulation. Their main boon however is that they are easier to use than bows."

The Wizard bites his tongue. "The dwarves and some of the richer human settlements use better muskets called 'rifles'. The range on a rifle is nasty, it can nail a mage from outside his effective casting range easily. The wealthy settlements also use huge brass golems that spit steam - Some of them have huge projectile launcher built in!"

Foghorn and Esmeralda talk with you for another 30 minutes or so, working out what you and your new tower need to be successful. They promise to send your first care package in the next 2 or 3 days. You are told that there is no rush to make a name for yourself, and that Foghorn will hold off on bragging about you until you send word that you feel confident in the tower's defenses. You learn that Foghorn and his family live in the Wizard Tower you saw in the mountains from the roof.

Eventually the mortal casters bid you farewell, and take their leave. The night is young and you are well rested. What do you do?

"Welcome to the first night of the rest of my life..."

[Weirdsound]

Re-posting the Tower's Surroundings, just in case you guys need inspiration...

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The tower is on top of a good sized hill, allowing you to see miles in any given direction.

To the east is what appears to be a human town. For some reason steam rises from it. Further east still is what appears to be a military camp, likely defending or besieging the town.

To the north is a broad patch of forest. A shiver in your stomach informs you that it is enchanted and likely good aligned. Such a place however is almost certainly home to elves. You fight the compulsion to attack them at once and avenge your fallen race: charging into uncharted woods is a poor idea, even for a night troll.

West of the tower is an expanse of plains. You don't spot any sort of civilization, but neither do you doubt that such an expanse must be dotted with primitive animal-men tribes.

The view to the south is dominated by several snow-capped mountains. Between them run a system of canyons that must surely be home to fearsome beasts. Another tower sits on one of the higher peaks, which you have learned belongs to the Wizard Foghorn the Vile.

[Thecard]

We can prowl about the forest, and leave some mutilated animals and animalmen so that hunters would find them.  That's one way to make them fear the night.  It could also distract them.  We murder a few hunters, make the men come out in force to stop us.  We then head to town, and have our pick of converts.

Or, we could practice our magic.  It is still fairly weak, and magic is one of our specializations.  It's our most powerful asset, really.  But so far, we've only used it to tie up a sleeping old man.  We can definitely improve on that, so that it becomes a viable combat tactic.  The old caster might be able and willing to help us.

We could go straight out for the town, to scout it out and pick a wife so that we may be assured our line continues, but that is risky, as we are still pretty weak.  Biggest advantage of this plan is that they will have no idea we exist until then.  Downside is that we will be woefully unprepared to face a siege against our tower.

[Dracken]

We can prowl about the forest, and leave some mutilated animals and animalmen so that hunters would find them.  That's one way to make them fear the night.  It could also distract them.  We murder a few hunters, make the men come out in force to stop us.  We then head to town, and have our pick of converts.

Or, we could practice our magic.  It is still fairly weak, and magic is one of our specializations.  It's our most powerful asset, really.  But so far, we've only used it to tie up a sleeping old man.  We can definitely improve on that, so that it becomes a viable combat tactic.  The old caster might be able and willing to help us.

We could go straight out for the town, to scout it out and pick a wife so that we may be assured our line continues, but that is risky, as we are still pretty weak.  Biggest advantage of this plan is that they will have no idea we exist until then.  Downside is that we will be woefully unprepared to face a siege against our tower.

Ok,i believe i've a simple solution for this,practice our magic,while upgrading the towers defences,also do we have any knives or bladed weapons Weirdsound?