Half a day after they left the entrance to the Gate of Draconheilm, which was already surprisingly empty of both humans and elves, they were ambushed by a group of trolls in between giant roots.
Roldan clashed with a pair of trolls, vanishing and appearing before the beasts with his Intent strengthening his legs, and arms. The rapier's edge gritted against the troll's claws.
Faeranduhl fought his own battle not far from his right side. He was just standing as he conjured spells maniacally as if it was his first time encountering such squishy foes. He conjured spikes of terra magic that pierced the trolls as they came near him. From time to time, he threw missiles of wind magic, dismembering limbs of the unlucky trolls.
