Niadroub Kliip directs his flaming sphere onto the only troll he can currently see .
The ball of fire winks out after burning the troll, but the aracanist barely notices as he's already casting a second flaming sphere spell on the same spot the previous one occupied.
Reknar moves forward and target the talking Troll.
Niadroub burns Red to add to the pain of Colwyn's arrow.
Purple shrugs of Zelera's[/b] spell this time.
Richard draws his sword and strikes as the troll draws close, knowing he must buy time for the others to put down more of the trolls.
Red avoids the first flaming sphere only to step into it's replacement from Niadroub.
Colwyn puts a nasty arrow into Red.
As do Reknar & Richard.
Xantria cuts deeply with a perfect strike.
Badly wounded Red ignores his pain and lashes out at Xantria.
Purple stumbles out of the trees and snaps at Richard.
Green does the same to Reknar, but misses.
The party may now act.
Niadroub Kliip pulls his flaming sphere back to follow the troll.
At the same time, he unloads his crossbow bolt on the troll.
Crying out as the troll tore into her, Xan realised she had to fall back.
Richard holds his ground as the troll's teeth tear into him and takes the opportunity to drive his blade into it's shoulder.
Colwyn attempts to vanish back into the brush surrounding the nearby tree, but a very brittle branch snaps underfoot. He hisses a particularly vulgar Hallit curse when the two closest trolls stare right at him.
He turns, draws his bowstring one more time, aims for the troll attacking Richard, and asks Erastil to bless his shot and damn these trolls.
Red keeps his footing, but also catches the Flaming sphere that Niadroub is happily and lethally sending around the battlefield. He expires in a heap.
Colwyn & Richard both hit Purple.
Purple roars in anger and lashes out at Richard.
26hp damage to Richard.
Greengoes to maul Reknar
And misses completely? The useless bastard!
The party may now act. Purple is badly wounded but healing. Green is untouched.
"Niadroub, this one needs to die before I do if you can manage it." Richard stabs at the troll once more before stepping back a little and drawing a potion of cure moderate wounds... perhaps he would stay conscious long enough to drink it if fortune favoured him.
Stepping back from the nearest of the trolls, and putting a trap between her and it, Zelera began to prey as she gestured. When she finished a searing bolt of light shot from her holy symbol but the trees and the fact she didn't want to hit her allies caused the spell to miss it's mark.
As the monstrosity waded in on him and missed, Reknar took a step behind, throwing his bow to the side, and drawing his bardiche. Finding a decent footing, he swinged - "Time for getting into the nitty gritty! Let's go!" - he urges his companions.
Changing his targetting, this time around Reknar decides to go for the foe engaging Richard - "Let me at it!"
"Niadroub, this one needs to die before I do if you can manage it."
Niadroub Kliip nods. "Dreenk a pootion!" he hollers as he focuses on sending the flaming sphere south to Richard's troll.
After he sends the mental command to his giant ball of fire, he casts another grease spell, this time on the southern most troll.
Colwyn tosses aside his bow. With a hoarse, growling roar, he barrels forward while drawing his rapier.
He pushes past his allies and thrusts his blade forth with all his might.
Richard slashes Purple and backs away.
Reknar hits Green then turns and sends Purple to the ground with a lethal strike.
Zelera misses with her spell.
The unconscious Purple fails to resist the Flaming sphere and expires without waking again.
Colwyn zips past every one and slams his rapier deep into Green
Green ignores Colwyn and steps out of the Grease to follow Reknar
13hp damage to Reknar.
Yellow groans and sits up.
The party may now act.
Injured, but with the way somewhat clear, Xan headed for her dropped bow and recovered it, sheathing her sword as she moved.
Moving back towards the group somewhat, she took a shot at the troll the others were engaging.
Niadroub Kliip sends his flaming sphere at the troll that just sat up, trying to maneuver it so it doesn't set fire to the forest around it. The ball of fire lands on the troll and stops for a moment before it sputters out.
Sweating in concentration, the arcanist casts his final flaming sphere of the day on top of the troll the party is engaged with.
Richard drinks his potion of cure moderate wounds before stepping back again and drawing out a tanglefoot bag as the troll in the underbrush stands up once more.
Colwyn hops back from the troll, lest it turns its foul claws and teeth upon him.
He quickly draws his dagger and, with a flick of his wrist, hurls it for the beast's breast.
With the fight seemingly well handled Zelera began moving around the trees and made her way back to the rest of her companions. She suspected her skills might well be needed and she knew she should get to them so she was in the right place at the right time.
Ignoring it's wounds as all its kind do the Troll continues to try and maul Reknar to death.
The party may now act. Less than 10hp left, even with regen. Finish it!
"You'll have to do better than that!" - Reknar roared at the troll, and swinged hard again.
"Bah! They're not much to look at once you scrape'em off your boot" - he grunts as the creature goes down, then waits for Niadroub to torch it.
Seeing only one troll still standing Richard puts the tanglefoot bag away and sheaths his sword.
With some running room, Colwyn lunges forward, ducking and weaving out of the way of the troll's claws.
He thrusts his magic steel upward, piercing just behind the jaw bone, and skewers the foul beast through the skull.
Niadroub Kliip reloads his crossbow.
The last Troll dies in a flurry of blows and fire. Silence falls over the woods after what seemed a battle of hours, but took less than a minute.
Seeing how badly hurt Xantria was Zelera quickly weaved through the fighting to reach the woman. She quickly began to pray and gesture then reached out with a golden hued light on her hand to touch her companion. When she did the golden light began to seep into her and heal her wounds.
Once she realized the last of of the trolls had gone down Zelera breathed a sigh of relief. The plan had worked quite well and she was more than happy to see they had survived. "If anyone else is injured come over here away from the troll remains, I don;t want to restore them by accident." Once they had moved away she used her holy symbol to channel a burst of diving light to heal everyone a little.
"That was a damned impressive display of teamwork, ladies and gentlemen - well done!" - Reknar smiles around at the others - "And thank you for that" - he offers a nod at Zelera for the healing - "That damned troll got too close for comfort"
Realizing how hurt Reknar had become Zelera chanted once again. the resulting glow this time wasn't as bright as the one she used on Xantria but she figured it would be enough. She reached out to touch Reknar with the glowing light and the rest of his wounds healed as the energy seeped into his body. "There, that should do it."
"If you have some healing to spare it would be apprecisted." Richard says but lets others be healed first.
"Well done by all. Let us check them for items of interest and then construct a pyre... unless someone has a use for them?
"Thanks, Zelera," Xan said as her magic went to work, feeling a little sheepish that she'd had to retreat but still feeling more well-disposed to the cleric (even if she still wasn't too sure about her patron).
"I'm not sure what use we'd have for troll meat - reminds me of that stupid story about a barbarian carrying a troll's 'member' around in a bag of holding for years."
They never went into detail on how they got hold of it in the first place, just that it involved Tiberius disguising himself as a female troll to distract a pair of male ones and that things almost went very badly for him had the rest of the team not showed up in time. Apparently the relevant amputation was performed via a well-aimed arrow from Vex.
Niadroub Kliip spends some time after the battle is over giving each of the troll corpses an acid splash, just in case. He doesn't want anything from the bodies.
"E'm oot of megic. Noo more feights today."
"I'd be keen on seeing their heads on stakes," Colwyn says, spitefully kicking one of the large green corpses, "but not enough to fancy hauling them all the way back home. Let's just put them to the pyre, then get home to warm ourselves by the hearth."
Niadroub Kliip looks at Colwyn consideringly, but ultimately doesn't say anything. He starts to clear a space for a pyre.
Your return to Thornford and recover from the arduous fight. News spreads rapidly of your victory and you are all feted as heroes by your happy populace.
Once recovered you can set again. Where are you heading?
As the rest of the party recuperates, Colwyn uses the morning to stroll the dusty paths of his town. He takes a deep breath of air, savoring it despite the smokey tinge wafting up from the foundry. He briefly stops by the shrine to offer thanks to Old Deadeye for helping him and his coterie to slay those trolls. The victory has left Colwyn with a sense of catharsis, as though he actually avenged himself against the trolls that ate his mother.
He leaves the shrine and swaggers down to field that has been serving as a marketplace. Richard had directed him to a contact with connections within this or that noble house, and who could help secure more lucrative deals.
MWK Falchion x9 (375 x 9 x 0.6 = 2025gp)
MWK Longspear x1 (305 x 0.6 = 183gp)
MWK Greatclubs x6 (305 x 6 x 0.6 = 1098gp)
MWK Breastplates x6 (350 x 6 x 0.6 = 1260gp)
MWK Heavy Shield x1 (170 x 0.6 = 102gp)
MWK Chain Shirts x9 (250 x 9 x 0.6 = 1350gp)
MWK Std Leather x1 (175 x 0.6 = 105gp)
Total Sale Value = 6123gp