#darkgatefortress

Wildheart, a name she took for herself, comes into view. As Mountain matters of spiritual nature are her baliwick. That's supposed to be troll Lore, but the truth is, soldiers often end up making their own superstitions about luck. They grumble about jinxes. SO that too, it appears to be under her purview. She rolls her eyes. This is so stupid, they really believe things will go bad if one thing is damaged. But fine. Eyes upon her, she clears her throat.

The crowd of trolls and other kith in their care falls into a hush, and she speaks, "I know many of you fear that dark paths are open. Some are, though not so badly for us as poor willows. This hold was fashioned to resist such, and we know your mettle , and your foes know your metal." There are determined nods, which by troll standards is almost applause, "But some have voiced concern of a chance of a loss, a sign of doom upon us that is ill fated. I have checked the truth of these rumors myself, and I tell you now... " She raises her voice "The Slaugh Statue aka Scrawny Guy, aka Sy the Guy Triumphant... STILL STANDS! "

That gets real looks of relief, a few mutters of thanks to various deities or just goodness in general.

"There was no crack, no break, a good polishing, and it looks like new" She continues "And will no doubt dust over quickly again as seems to be it's nature . Your lucky charm lingers yet!"

And it does NOTHING. Nothing. You jarheads is what she wants to say, but she lets it ride.

The news , important or not to the Mountain, seems to break up the tension that was hovering in the minds of many. The soldiers relax, ease up, and the mood improves yet further. THey are full of food, they are healed or nearly so, and patrols are clearing out monsters in the outskirts. AND.. their statue is up. Sy the Guy guards them still. All IS well

"I have spoken" The Mountain says, and turns, her duster fluttering behind her like a cloak

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