The drow woman with the two arrows knocked sees Stiggy's assessment of the torture room.
"Don't worry, dwarf.....those.....crude implements belonged to the previous occupants of this place.....no drow would use something as clunky as all that."
Everything there looks rusty and unused for some time.
Exiting the next hallway...... The door slams shut behind Stiggy. He sees a sandy room, 40 feet by 40 feet roughly. His equipment is lieing next to the door on the right...a cursory examination and it's all there.
<Stig wastes no time putting it on. He looks around. Special attention given to the footprints in the sand, ordinary attention to the walls and ceiling.>
The north wall.........
(hold, on; I'm ROFLCOPTERING)
the north wall, there's a big mirror, with swirling smoke and tortured faces in it; the mirror stretches across the entire wall, about 10 feet up from the sandy floor. There's footprints all over the place in here. It looks like there was a Michael Jackson video shot in there, footprints everywhere.
<One door? Stig checks to see if it locked behind him. Then he walks around checking the sandy floor to make sure there are no obvious trapdoors under it. Then checks the walls. He'll keep one eye on the mirror. Is there a ceiling?>
*chuk! chuk!* it's locked....
The ceiling is 30 feet up; limestone pretty much. The walls, the floor; nothing untoward.
The room is a-h top, 1-8 down the side. The door Stiggy came in is at a4, and there's an identical door at h3 on the eastern wall.
The mirror, 10 feet above the ground, stretches from a-h 1.
At h2, there's a big metal drainpipe that juts from the wall 15 feet above the ground; it is of a circumference that a hobbit or a greased Scotsman could easily scuttle through; a burly dwarf would have troubles.
The door on the opposite wall opens, and through it squeezes an immense troll in a chain shirt......he bellows in challenge. The troll now occupies gh 3-4.
"A troll? Sae insultin me why dint ye?"
<Stig drinks his barkskin potion. AC 23.>
(lol) they don't say, "well, you're 10th level, so that's an ecl of 6...."
Snickering from beyond the mirror; go for the quaff o' th' barkskin, dude.
The troll is essentially hamming it up like a pro rassler; flexing his muscles and talking smack.
"Dwarrrrrrf...umungunga use yerr beard tuh wipe muh pizz......afture um dun fu......you in th' guts, and then umungunga take a sh.....in your...." it's pretty lowbrow troll humor.
<Stig doesn't dignify the troll with a reply.>
While Stiggy quaffed his barksin, the troll deuced in his claw, and then rubbed them together....
the troll retorts,
biting
claw
other claw
Bite confirm
nope.....Stiggy takes a measily in damage from the troll's bite; totally missed by both the filthy claws.
Two mighty strikes, and the troll plops to the ground. For his attack, his disembowelled innards crawl back into his torso.
Another troll steps in; same place;
swings once at Stiggy.
stiggy takes from the troll's claw.
The other troll on the floor continues to un-dissect himself.
The new troll swings away with wild abandon, giggling like a moron.
bite
claw
claw
This attack, the bite and one claw connect.
in damage to Stiggy.
Stiggy's able to drop the new troll with his first attack, and can get the door closed.....
He turns to see both of the trolls rising up, knitting slowly back together. There isn't enough sinew put together yet, though, for either of them to so much as swat the dwarf.
<If the first hit takes troll 2 out he'll move in on the door and jam it.>
<With whatever. Silver waraxe should hold the door.>
<Then he'll cut the heads off the trolls he dropped and keep chopping them until they are beyond repair.>
Stiggy chops, and chops, and chops. Whoever's running the fight lets it go on for a time.....the trolls seem to be trying to recorporate; rolling and floundering what's left of their frames back to pick up their parts, only to be reshredded by the dwarf.
Then, from the door Stiggy originally came in, five drow enter; female, male, three with bows knocked with two arrows. The other two move toward the trolls with large sacks.
One hisses at Stiggy; "what a messsssss you've made.....I can't tell which is which....."
Stiggy gets 4,800 exp. for the two trolls.
<Stig wipes some blood from the corner of his mouth and downs a CMW potion.>
"Splendid, a' o' ye at wance wull be a lo' fastah"
<Stig's glare bores through the drow.>
They're all shaken. The bow elves drop their nocked arrows, trembling; the guys schooling up troll bits in sacks run back for the door......the bowdrow back up behind them.
And the trolls begin wriggling back after their beheaded heads and minced limbs in the sand...
From behind the mirror Stiggy hears a feminine voice ebuliant; "He's simply splendid! He's a beast!!!"
<Looks up at the mirror.>
"Whaur's me dug?"
Another feminine voice answers; "that seems to be a constant question of the hour, Gutboy Trollgutter."
<Looks at one of the male drow.>
"'N' as A've aye said, ye drow wid be tolerable if it warnt fur yer lettin th' wummin be atop."
.....and a palpable, humid silence pervades the air.....a weighty thing that begs men grow gills to breathe in it.
And the trolls begin wriggling back after their beheaded heads and minced limbs in the sand...
"What.....you all cower like svirfneblin!!! Don't you know Lolth always watches? Do you want to be drider or worse? Pauggh!"
A suit of chaotic bondage-aligned black platemail walks in the first door sporting a 'stormbringer slung lazily over a right shoulder.
Batwing devices on the bucket helm; eldritch silvery drow wordings on fluted jet greaves,.....apparently the plate mail is male; for plate mail that decorative would obviously have realistic breasts on it's breastplate if the wearer were otherwise.
"Two trolls.....what a talent you are, you yammering bag of suet!
Drop all your held gear in the sand, and head back to your room at once! Or stand and deliver; I'd prefer you tried it. I hate dwarves more than I hate elves, because I've never ever seen a dwarf worth f$@*ing."
<Stig reaches as if to take off his bandolier, but then bangs back his cure serious wounds... is barkskin still on?>
"Ah'll trae nae te murdurr ye laddie fur a'm waantin' ye tae come awa 'n' learn a lesson frae this. Tis cried manhood among we dwarrow, 'n' tis something ainlie drow ken <Stig waves his hand up at the mirror> ... bit mibbie ye kin learn... if ye see closely."
<Smiles. Very friendly. Finishing his speech he'll pop an ENLARGE potion, if poosible.>
Stig gets to swig.
He's in b4.
Initiative....
beat a
The drow in plate mail charges Stiggy.
"So be it. It's been a while since Karinha has tasted dwarven blood."
The greatsword slashes into the giant dwarf. 20 h.p. in damage. Stiggy feels a jolt of electricity along with the slash from the blade.
"Yield, cur! I'll kill you quickly and skillfully! One blow!"
<Spinning like a hammer thrower, putting all his lard into it, and swinging right through the drow. When he connects the power ripples through Stiggy like an earthquake through Jello.>
Well, attack #1 missed.....
The giant dwarf points like Babe Ruth, then swats the drow chevalier across the room to "spack" against the wall, then slowly slide down to come to rest, dead on the floor of the arena.
4,800 experience points.
The same feminine voice from beyond the mirror; "wow....Krillk was all talk. In the sack as well as in the ring.....wow.....dead, with one hit...."