Fenn walked along his patrol route in the dungeons of the Troll Caves. He was young for a guard, but he had worked extremely hard to get the honor to work in the royal dungeon. After all, he was one of the first generations of his family that looked somewhat normal since his great-grandfather had fallen in love with a human explorer who came to Trollada looking for adventure. He was one of the few in his family that could even start to consider rejoining normal troll society.
Fenn was tall for a troll, at barely four feet and eleven inches, with black hair and very brown eyes, which was also unusual for a troll. He had a very strong, stocky build and his skin was a stone-ish green-grey, even odder for a troll. The Troll Caves were a maze of catacombs, tunnels, and mines remaining after many centuries of mining. Every last bit of valuable metals and gems had been mined out. The majority of troll-kind loved riches immensely, but Fenn couldn't really see why it was such a big deal. He did think things like gold and diamonds were pretty, but he certainly wasn't obsessed with it like the other trolls were. Perhaps it was the human blood in his veins. As he walked on from his break, he heard hushed voices up ahead. He hadn't been a guard for very long, but he recognized the voices as those of Georx and Xllie, the resident gossipers. As he approached them, he hid behind the corner to listen. “I'm tellin’ ya Georx, the rumors are true. We are getting really close to crossing the river and into the open seas. Our boats are getting more and more powerful every day. It won't be long before we can get across and take whatever we want!” Xllie exclaimed. “Yeah, well. I don't know, Xllie seems awfully unlikely. That's probably about as true as the king being controlled by some glowing rock. I ain't buying it.” Georx said. “Oh man, don't even get me started on King Trorg and that stone. Trorg has been acting so strange lately. He’s been talking to himself a lot. His advisers say he’s mumbling things about an Oracle and how we will get to places none of them have ever been able to travel to. He’s either completely lost his marbles or that rock is controlling him. But who cares if it leads to us getting out of these stinking caves though right?” Xllie said with an enthusiastic whisper. “Yeah, whatever. That kinda stuff is impossible, we don't have access to much magic, let alone mind controlling stones. That stuff’s never gonna happen!” Georx said loudly, ending conversation. Fenn turned back from where he'd come, but his mind was swimming with these rumors. Boats able to leave Trollada, a magic stone controlling the king, an Oracle. They really were fantastic claims, unbelievable really, but he just couldn't get them off his mind. Something very odd was happening and Fenn needed to find out what and soon.
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