I'll acid splash it
Attempting to stand also means he provokes an AoO from everyone able to do so.
Okay, so he didn't get up, that's what I wanted to see. I move within 15 feet and attempt to whip it. Though it is a fifteen foot distance, it still counts as a melee attack.
Attack: For This is against it's prone AC
As the hideous troll attempted to get up, it left itself open to the terrible bite of Ulryk's curved blade. Slashing downward with the fearsome pole-arm, the formidable warrior brought the guisarme down on the trolls shoulder.
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Kents acid almost falls short, but the sliding Troll's leg slips right into its path, pitting the monsters leg. Leorn's wip unfortunately cannot penetrate the creature's thick hide. As well the arrow from Brigid glances off a bony protrusion on the creatures shoulder.
Ulryk is the only one to gain a solid strike against the monster, cleaving deep into the beast's rubbery hide.
Damen and Svetlana next...
Damen tossed his bow into the back of the wagon, and drew his morningstar from his belt as he swiftly moved up to the downed troll and Ulryk's massive form. With a wordless shout he struck at the beast.
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Ok here is an update of positions as I see them. Again very sorry that the grid is not coming out...it is dropping off when I transfer the file from a photoshop to jpg.
Damen you have no problem getting to the troll and smacking it with your morningstar. Svetlana, the Troll has already gone...do you want to hold your action until the next turn?
Seeing that I don't think my acid splash would hit I cast color spray on the troll. It would be best to do it after it stands up again, but if it fails again I'll still cast it on it.
Ulryk felt the rush of power and strength course through him as the wizard's magic once more gripped his armored form and granted him a size equal and perhaps even surpassing that of the fallen troll. With a savage grin he took another step backward, putting distance between himself and the troll should it seek to strike him, as well as allowing for Damen or others to more readily engage it. Lifting his elongated Guisarme over his head he gripped it in both hands and brought it down quickly on the monsters neck. He knew something of the creatures legendary regeneration, but figured if he did enough damage to it, it wouldn't have a chance to get up before Kent boiled it in acid.
Seeing how crowded it has gotten around the fallen troll, making ranged attacks risky, Brigid drops her bow and moves up while unlimbering her greatsword.
Looking back on my last post I relise that I have to try and acid splash the troll every round or at least until it gets out of the grease. So forget the color spray.
I whip the troll again.
Attack: For:
Standing tall and proud, Brigid's eyes glitter fiercely as she brings the heavy sword down upon the creature. It heals! she remarks, astounded at the wounds closing before her eyes.
Seeing the fearsome creature lurch to it's feet, Ulryk used his increased size and the length of his polearm to strike out at the monster's face. The unforgiving curved edge of the guisarme caught the troll under the jaw and continued to slice a horrible wound across the troll's jaw. A momentary look of panic crossed the features of Ulryk, not at the regenerative properties of the troll, though that was of some concern, but rather at the nearness Brigid got to the dangerous beast. While Ulryk was strong, he prided himself on his caution in combat and fighting in such a manner as to not subject him to unnecessary risks. Brigid clearly did not have the same combat mindset.
I don't know the initive order anymore but I cast color spray on the Troll will save DC 16 if it has more then 4 HD it's just stunned.
In that case acid splash
Does being stunned/dead make it flatfooted or helpless?
"So now the question is what was that troll running from Trolls never run not even from dragons"
Brigid looks at Kent with an eye of disbelief. You exaggerate, no?
She kneels down to get a better look at the old wounds. But it is a good qvestion. Vhat vast it running from?
Svetlana trotted up to the rest of the group as Kent's blast of acid laid the beast low. Again pulling her wet blonde hair out of her field of vision, she took in both the creature it self and her companions. She had sensed real fear when the battle began, more so than with the bandits. That had been grim determination with a candid acknowledgment of risks. But with this...thing, there had been panic. Yet no one was hurt. The priestess noticed the wounds on the beast, maybe that saved them. Either way, Svetlana came away from the fight feeling even more confident in the assembled group.
Maybe it wasn't running. Perhaps it killed whatever it fought before and sought to add us to its list of conquests. Svetlana was clearly answering Kent, but addressed the whole group in saying it. Relax everyone! The thing, whatever that was, is dead now. And no one has even a scratch! Giggling, the priestess added, Why, I could have almost taken a nap while you killed this ugly beast. Leaning in for a closer look, Svetlana glanced around for any possessions it may have had.
"I'm not saying that Troll are strong enough to beat dragons there are just too stupid to relies they should run"
"I don't care what it was running from. Make sure it can run no more. Throw some more acid on that wretched thing." Ulryk's voice boomed as he spoke, not truly understanding the effect his expanded and enlarged lungs had on the intensity of his voice.
He turned away from the fallen troll, looking to where he had last seen Toby Tinner and hoped for the former bandit's sake that the young man had decided to stay put. If Toby had run, Ulryk would not be granting him a third chance.
"Good work everyone. That could have been much less pleasant. Quick thinking with the slickness spell Leorn. Picking up a few tricks from Kent I see." Ulryk knew little about magic and merely assumed that someone with such capabilites could merely pick up a trick here and there. He had no comprehension at all of the time and dedication it required of some.
Ulryk looked back at where the creature had come from. "What makes you think it was running from something? It looked pretty set on attacking us. If it was in flight, it would have avoided us, wouldn't it have?" He frowned and then shrugged his broad shoulders.
He flicked troll blood from his massive pole-arm as he waited for the enchantment to begin to fade. Sheathing the weapon over his shoulder so that it crossed with the Ranseur, Ulryk then glanced about in the darkness, using the time remaining of his increased size to help clear any fallen branches that might prove an obstacle to the wagon.
Damen cautiously returned his morningstar to his belt, wiping a hand across his eyes to clear the rainwater from them. He eyed the troll's corpse warily. "I have heard that trolls are more clever than one might think. Not mere beasts, in any case. Whatever did, ah... that to it," he gestured to the burns and the wounds, "may have saved us. I wonder if it was people, or some other kind of creature in this area."
He stretched, grinning, and with a laugh continued. "And our combat prowess, at that! Well cast magic, Leorn and Kent. Slippery ground and a giant Ulryk wins the day once again."
He leaned in to study the puncture wounds more closely.
I keep casting acid splash until the troll dissolves completely just to be safe.
"Elf shot, flaming arrows, phorus arrow tips" Kent starts listing the many ways to get this effect.
Damen looked at the arrowheads in his hand and shook his head. "I've never heard of any of those. Interesting things... we might want a few of these ourselves for future use. I hope it wasn't the bandits using these."
He looked over at where Toby had stood before the battle.
Brigid stands back up with a sour look on her face. She sets about cleaning off her sword and moves back toward the wagon and horses. She eyes Toby, nods once, and sets about her work.
The dead creature quickly lost Svetlana's interest; she instead walked over to where Toby was emerging from under the cart. With a smile she said, it's alright, the big bad creature won't hurt you. In a more serious tone she added, come, let's get this cart and the horses together while the warriors clean off their weapons. Rain or no, we have a forest to explore! The priestess remained a ball of enthusiasm as she herded Toby along and prepared the group to resume their travels.
Ulryk pulled off his helmet and ran a gauntlet covered hand through his short brown hair. The rain was refreshing at first, but now it was only making the journey unpleasant and he muttered something to himself. Fixing the helmet back on his head he looked about, turning in three directions as if deciding what would be the best path to take.
Reaching at his neck, he tugged one a simple chain and drew it forth from under his tunic. He pulled out a small mariner's compass etched with swans, ducks, and an assortment of more exotic water fowl. Pulling it off his neck, he flipped the lid off and held one hand over it to keep the rain away. Peering in the dim light for a few long seconds, he clicked the compass closed and slipped it back into its hiding place.
"Oleg's should be North of here." He stabbed a finger due North, which appeared to continue through the forested regions. "We should head that way and return to Oleg's as soon as it makes sense. It will allow us to unload these supplies and inform Oleg of the destruction of the bandit camp."
"Of course we should map out the area as we go"
Svetlana let her horse move in a meandering trot as she followed the group northward. The priestess showed little interest in the direction traveled, but nodded absentmindedly in agreement with Ulryk's suggestion to head back to Oleg's. She continued to enjoy the rain, smiling and closing her eyes while turning her face upwards to take in the intermittent drops.
Brigid eyed the priestess of Calistria warily for a few moments after the battle, even though she had emerged unscathed. After mounting Zelter, she moved back to where Kent was magicking the corpse, wondering if the others were interested in tracing the creature's trail. Apparently, the party seemed inclined to return to Oleg's post, so she wordlessly rode with the group as they traveled.
I coil my whip and look over the beast. "We got lucky, these things are normally much harder to deal with. Good show." I gather my pack and sling it over my horse. "Let's explore this area a little more before going back."
I look over at Svetlana. "Like the rain much do you?"
Svetlana giggles as she looks over at Leorn. It feels delightful! I find that it is so easy to worry only about what is ahead or behind that we forget to truly experience what is with us right now. But really the rain is only one example, the forest around us holds so many sounds, sights and smells that we can simply let pass us by if we don't take a moment to be in the moment. Looking back with mischievous big blue eyes at the archaeologist she adds, so what do you find delightful?
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The heavy rains continue throughout the day and into the evening. You finally escape the broken hills and onto a nice flat stretch of land.
The rain continues all through the night, and as a new day begins, it subsides into a constant drizzle. All your gear is thoroughly soaked. The cold seeps into your bodies, making the exploration of this area less than exciting. In fact the entire area is empty of anything larger than a ground squirrel. You end the day in another damp camp. After several attempts to start a fire, a small smoky flame is finally coaxed from the damp wood, giving off little light or heat.
The evening is quiet and cold...the rain finally tapering off around midnight. By morning most of the storm has moved off, and a brilliant sun can be seen rising on the horizon. Cold, wet and tired, you roll into Oleg's just before noon.