Role

Chapter 9

A great broad circle is carved in the ground of the Forbidden forest. Trolls
of all sizes, shapes and descriptions are here. At first glance they appear
to be holding hands, but as you look closer you see their hands have been
removed, and their wrists pressed to their fellows so they regenerate bonded
together. They are linked in three concentric circles, twined in their still
living agony. A quiet prayer can be heard, and the trolls burst into flame
one by one, a swirling pattern of light and agony winding its way around the
clearing. The remains lie smoking on the ground, a reminder to other trolls
and indeed to the heavens themselves that a True Artiste has been here.