Ponies did a lot of traveling. We started in the Shwarmaglondz talking to this ghost lady. She wanted us to find her boyfriend, Larmaton.
Went back to Turtle Back and stayed at the church. Firfus mostly hung out in the belfry, while Kali traded jerky for smokes. Ponies escorted an oxcart up to Fort Raincock. On the way, Barbecue was christened. Two trolls lumbered out of the woods. Ponies dashed toward one, while Kali taunted the other. It took the bait and charged. Kali knows that trolls heal themselves, but fire is their weakness. Remembered this from the arena. “Batter up . . . Barbecue!.” Rage. Double fisted. Two stars of flame circling the head of the mace. Crack one! Troll head snaps to one side, mace mark sizzled in the mottled skin. Crack two! Matching sizzle to other side, and troll drops. Crack Three! That monster won’t be bothering anyone else. Nor will the monsters inside it. Ponies took care of the other troll. Went looking for the lair, but had to leave for Fort Raincock. Made it there and rested up.