[color=teal][h3]Rhaetia: Turn 1[/h3][/color]
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Princess Aranalda cleaned the edge of her blade on the edge of her cloak, one did not tarnish elven steel on the rags of barbarians. Her white armour was bright in the dim light of the cave, a stark contrast to the troll shaman who crouched in the dirt before her. She regraded the creature for a moment before using the tip of her sword to flick the ring up into the air, catching it in a gloved hand, and examining it carefully. It was a thing of crude but remarkable craftsmanship. Gold entwined with what appeared to be purple or black onyx.  It suggested that there was more to this troll civilization than the savage band that her people had destroyed. 

"Search it." She said out loud and two sword-masters stepped past her, their keen eyes easily probing the darkness and find no one else, no means of escape. They both stepped back, shaking their heads as they went. 

"Hidden doors?" The Princesses voice was a melodic as the trolls was like gravel and she saw the creature cock its head at her. A battle mage cast a spell of detection and shook her head. The little crevice was, in effect, a prison for the troll. The creature was undoubtedly magically powerful and it would bear in mind to keep a sharp watch on the thing. Nor would she put the ring on her finger until they had studied it properly. One did not know the curses that could be hidden in such a trinket. 

"You will live, and you will serve." She said simply, turning away from the troll without further comment. The mage who stood with her followed her to the edge of the crevice until they could just see the creature crouched inside. "Places wards around it, but let it live. If it tries to escape, kill it."

The mage bowed and turned away to begin casting a series of wards about the crevice. They would serve to kill any living thing, other than an elf, that sought to enter or leave the space. 

While the wards were set, the Princess strode out into the new landscape that was to become her home. Already the first buildings were going up, driven as much by magic as construction skill. In the coming days they would see to a permanent settlement, well defended and secure. When they had accomplished that, they would move on to studying the Moonwell and the powers that lay within.

In the meantime, they would build, they would collect the troll moonshards that had been scattered by the dead, and in time, they would restore balance to this world.