Taranis lights his torch while issuing orders, "Toth! Flank!"
The tiger rushes in and bites:
THREAT
for
Toth takes a deep bite of acid-scarred troll-flesh!
Round II
1. Marc, Zed, Augrym, Taranis (Toth 13/21 hp), Unrak (16/28 hp)
2. Trolless (25 dmg)
”We felled you signigicant other just a few moments ago, you beast. It is unlikely that you will survive much longer than he or she did.”
Augrym, blood pumping for his attack, swings at this new target.
Augrym adds to the troll's wounds. She rips apart the half-orc with a fury, and the big man stumbles with a shredded belly. Resorting to her teeth, she bites down on Toth, and the fight starts to look more dire.
HIT
HIT plus
HIT
Round III
1. Marc, Zed, Augrym (-8 hp, unconscious, prone, bleeding out), Taranis (Toth 5/21 hp), Unrak (16/28 hp)
2. Trolless (33 dmg)
- Round the Second
- Current HPs: 12/12
- Fatigued
Zed re-introduces this troll to his Trollbane spell, and hurls another Acid Splash at her!
for damage
- Level 0
- Acid Splash
- Dancing Lights
- Daze
- Detect Magic
- Mend
- Read Magic
- Level 1
- Color Spray
- Magic Missile
- Summon Monster I
- Expeditious Construction
- Expeditious Excavation
HP: 21/32
Seeing only red, Unrak swings again.
<---FAAAAK UUUUUU DICEBOT!!!!
DC was 18.
Taranis simply steps in and readies an attack if the troll comes closer. Toth continues his attack:
for
Zed's spell sizzles against the cave wall, missing the troll entirely. Unrak and Toth score minor wounds, but these soon begin to close again. Marc attends to fallen Augrym.
The troll turns its slovenly, hideous breath on Unrak, assaulting him with tooth and claw. Fortunately, his armor takes the brunt of it.
HIT
MISS
MISS
Round IV
1. Marc, Zed, Augrym (-6 hp, unconscious, prone), Taranis (Toth 5/21 hp), Unrak (13/32 hp)
2. Trolless (39 dmg)
Taranis steps in, brandishing his lit torch. His swing, however, is awkward.
Toth continues to chomp down on the troll's leg with the force of many men!
THREAT
for
Is a troll Large or Medium?
Large
Unrak, beyond the pain of his minor but accumulating injuries, continues to swing.
<--hey, damage roll 100% better than the previous!! FAAAAK YOOOOOUUUU DICEBOOOOOOOT!!!!
current hp: 13/32
- Round the Fourth
- Current HPs: 12/12
- Fatigued
Zed re-re-introduces this troll to his Trollbane spell, and hurls yet another Acid Splash at her!
for damage
- Level 0
- Acid Splash
- Dancing Lights
- Daze
- Detect Magic
- Mend
- Read Magic
- Level 1
- Expeditious Construction
- Expeditious Excavation
The combined might of the Huntsmen brings down the troll! Neither fire nor acid can be brought to bear, so fresh wounds begin to close...
Round IV
1. Marc, Zed, Augrym (-6 hp, unconscious, prone), Taranis (Toth 5/21 hp), Unrak (13/32 hp)
2. Trolless (64 dmg)
Unrak quickly drops his sword, pulls out the wand of Burning Hands, and applies liberally to trollflesh.
<--SRSLY dicebot???
Taranis hold his lit torch against the troll until the wounds stop.
Unrak embarrasses himself, and his brother shows him up with a single copper piece. Eventually, the wounds stop healing.
Unrak embarrasses himself, and his brother shows him up with a single copper piece...
that was just hurtful
The adventurers plunge further south, following the deep and swift Shrike River, well swollen by the icy snowmelts of the Tors to the east. Around mid-afternoon, you encounter a wreck of a bridge across the Shrike. A thick, sagging rope hangs across the river, all that remains of the bridge that once spanned it. A signpost at end of the ruined bridge reads:
Nettles’ Crossing
5 Coppers
Ring Bell for Service
A rusty bell hangs by the sign. On the far bank of the river, the crumbled remains of a burnt-down wooden building are slowly being overgrown by encroaching vegetation.
”I am still badly hurt, my friends. I need to rest some more.”
Um, I ring the bell.
What would the check be to get across using the rope. Also, how sturdy does the rope look?
As Augrym rings the bell, Taranis and Toth look about.
Distracted, he casts Enhanced Diplomacy, just in case.
Sniff. Sniff.
Augrym rings the bell, and its tinkling carries far across the rushing waters. No movement can be seen from the other side, so he goes to check out the rope.
Climbing across via the rope looks doable, if moderately difficult. You would have to abandon the horses, however, and--
Toth suddenly growls at something downstream. Rising out of the detritus of the shattered bridge is an obviously long-dead man, flesh putrescent, carrying a dripping algae-flecked ranseur. The undead starts towards you, walking over the very surface of the river itself!
”It appears to be an undead summoning bell. Nobody else ring this bell. In the meantime, perhaps it is an intelligent undead and can be reasoned with. Could someone please speak to it first as I do not wish to fight if it one of those undead that sap your life force away.
Augrym pauses and looks towards the undead walking across the water.
”Ho there, possible undead friend. One of my better spoken friends will speak with you to to hear your tale of woe. If that be your choice, of course. There is always fighting as well, which will be happy to oblige you with.”
The undead stops, pausing in the middle of the river. He calls out in an eerie, waterlogged voice. "You are not my murderers... Throw the Stag Lord's body in the river so that I may look upon his face in death."
He lifts up his ranseur. "Or join me instead."
”We accept your terms new undead friend. Do you know where we can find this Stag Lord as we have it alrighty in our plans to kill this fiend? This looks like as good a place as any to throw the body. Also, I am sorry that you were murdered. We will definitely avenge your death and hopefully give you the rest you derserve.”
Taranis stares, wild eyed at this man's fate. His soul denied of Pharasma, his body, Gozreh.
"The Stag Lord. Tell us of him, everything you ken. Every bit of information is as good as a run of the whetstone upon our blade."
The lilting, gurgling voice echoes again across the waters. "Five coppers to cross, Stag Lord didn't want to pay. Give him half my take each month, he said, and let his men cross free. I ran him off with my dogs," Davik's corpse intones, lifting his ranseur. "He came back. Set fire to my cabin while I slept. Destroyed my bridge when I tried to cross. Drowned me in my own hard work."
"I will look upon his death and know that he shares my pain."
Having accepted his quest, the dead man melts back into the river.
Explore west. We really shouldn’t leave the horses unless we have to.
Ooc - did we just agree to make the stag lord an undead somehow? Zeds not down with that...
No, we just decided where to bury the Stag Lord in order for this other undead guy to finally rest. It’s not the water that created thus undead but the circumstances of his death. Sometimes, the way someone dies is so horrible, that they find no rest in the afterlife and create an undead monster. It’s all in the first season of Supernatural.
"When someone dies their body returns to the palette for Gorzeh's will. Dirt or water, it matters not. Come, I agree with Augrym."
The team turns west. Even from a far distance, a massive, ancient sycamore tree can be seen atop one of the Kamelands' highest hills, its branches reaching nearly a hundred feet into the sky. You head for the landmark.
Less than a mile on, you encounter a dead, disgusting blue creature, nude as a newborn and bearing multiple stab wounds.
Taranis recognizes this creature as a mite, a cruel and nuisome fey.
Shrugging and continuing on towards the tree, it is only a few hundred yards before you come upon three kobolds, dead as doornails, stark naked in the sun.
All three have smashed-in brains.
Now that there's a mystery, Taranis spends a bit of time looking at the mite and the kobolds; clan markings, valuables, and most definitely tracks.
Unless this provides a clue, Taranis will head over to the tree itself with Toth on the look out.