Yup. Thinking pf having it enchanted +1 flaming when we can afford that.
You continue to lay into the Trolls, dealing serious damage, but they give just as good as they receive. Even though his opponent falls into a nasty streak of bad luck, Neverhome still suffers a bite and a nasty claw . Eredhaias is his even harder, as consecutive claws rend open a grievous wound .
Ignoring his wounds Neverhome continues to hack at the troll trying to kill him.
Hobbes keeps firing at a troll.
Hila keeps nomming trolls.
The troll he faces tears a deep set of furrows into his chest, as the elf falls back, his eyes rolling up into his head.
Not now...Not yet...too..much...to doooo...
He snarled when Eredhaias fell back taking up a slightly more defensive stance and slashing at the troll as hard as he could.
You will pay for that with your foul life monster.
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Her teeth clenched in rage as her lover's blood spills out on the snow, Sigrun hacks into the troll.
With a laugh tinged with slight worry, Zses curses the other troll, hoping that it would be successful to render it (relatively) harmless.
Neverhome's blade bites deep into his opponent before Hobbes finishes it off with a well-placed arrow. The Halfling's second shot pierces the other troll's chest, and a bite from Hila is enough to bring it down, too. The troll the barbarians have been beating on is clearly dead, but the other is beginning to regenerate. Sigrun and Silence quickly step in to finish it off. You find a total of 40gp between the pair of them.
With the immediate threat removed Percy moves in to the fallen Ered. In spite of a certain portion of her screaming to leave the ignorant spell-slaver to his fate, she takes her burned hands and invokes the power of Imbrex. Healing energy spreads from the embers of her arms and settles into the magus's wounds.
Hobbes will hand the wand over to Percy to heal the fallen Elf. "He ain't dead right?"
Seeing Ered fall, she growls. Though she doesnt know him as well as she could, she is relieved when she sees her sister tend to him. "You scared me, sword-lover. Are you okay??" She pokes his arm gently. "Hey, WAKE UP! ARE YOU OKAAAAAY?!"
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Moving over to Lyosha, Sigrun studies his injuries with a frown. "You need to get over to Percy so sh can heal you." she says slipping an arm around him.
Even as the trolls fell Neverhome wanted to keep hacking into them, to keep tearing them apart until there was nothing left. Why'd they have to die so quickly? So easily? So painlessly?
Everything was going cold but his blood was still hot, burning, melting. He had always had this rage but he could also turn it off, or rather, it turned itself off when there wasn't any more danger. Now though the flow felt like it could stemmed, but not halted. There was nothing left to kill but he was still melting from the inside out.
A familiar touch and voice makes him tense up as he looks around for a moment. Disoriented he shakes his head before mumbling, "Nyet. Fine. Fine..."
Lyosha! Percy commands from not far away. Get your bleeding self over here before you pass out. She brandishes the wand at him for emphasis.
"Bleeding?" he lets out before looking down at the red all around him and then to Percy. "Da, right." he says as he staggers over to the gnome.
Why
You don't need that
Just open another door
And step on through
To the otherside
Halting he takes his eyes off of Percy to look at the doors leading into the other parts of the building for a moment, considering something. Staring for a few breaths he then resumes walking towards the oracle.
Coward
Coughing and turning his head, Ered spits a dried clot of blood.
"D-Damn...that hurt." The elf looks at the little one poking him. He tries to sit up and stops mid-motion.
"Nope..still hurts." he says, half in response to her and half in response to his own comment. Taking a slow breath, he looks back to the bunch and clutches his wounded chest. "The wounds are still very deep. This is going to be a very long battle..."
"And for that you both need to be as healthy as possible. Nobody's facing a dragon, half-dead on my watch." Sigrun says sternly.
"You two should probably listen to 'em."
Percy brandishes the wand again and goes to work on Ered. Magic floods into his wounds and brings him back into fighting shape in no time. She then goes after Lyosha with her best Mamushka impression. Now you hold still.
After several rough taps with the wand, his wounds finally knit shut.
"What a mess..." the elf muses as he looks down at the clothes beneath his armor.
"Spasibo..." he murmurs as clarity and blood start to refill his body and brain. Crouching down he gives the oracle a quick peck on her forehead before staggering back up and over to Sigrun.
Giving Lyosha a quick squeeze, Sigrun looks around. b]"Ok let's get moving. Consider them knowing we're coming and the hourglass flipped."[/b]
Nodding to Sigrun Neverhome moves to the next door.
After everyone is back up, Zses follows Lyosha and Sigrun to the next door.
Weapon racks line the north and south walls of this room while two armor dummies stand in the northeast and southwest corners. A long table sits near the middle of the room, covered with weapons of various sizes.
To the north, a door leads to a prison room with four cells in it. Towards the northeast corner of this room stands a large butcher's block covered with old bloodstains. A cleaver too large for human hands is embedded in it. A bare table rests along the west wall. The cells house a half-dozen children. Their ages range from 6 to 12, and they cheer wildly as you fight their wicked-looking jailer.
The small room to the east holds little more than a massive straw-filled sack bed, a flattened lice-ridden pillow, and a footlocker full of broken children's toys.
The southernmost room is quite spacious. A giant-sized bed fills the southwestern corner, and a large polar bear rug sprawls across the floor. Several small tables occupy the other corners of this room, along with a chest in the southeast. Behind it on the wall hangs a large mirror.
Enemies Slain
Ice Troll x1
Female Advanced Ice Troll x1
Trollhound x1
Wikkawak x1
Loot
MW Composite Longbow (STR +2) x2
Javelin x3
Ogre Hook x1
+1 Greatsword x2
MW Studded Leather Armor x1
+1 Scale Mail x2
Leather collar studded with ice diamonds (worth 200gp) x1
Necklace of severed fingers x1
hand of the mage x1
Potion - spider climb x2
Polished human skull x25
1840gp
A grim smirk crosses Neverhome's face as he picks up one of the nicer trollblades. "This'll do."
In the jail room, Percy forbids Allie from setting the interior, even going so far as to enlist Zses's assistence. She fears seeing the contents will trigger memories best left unremembered.
Scratching his head at now having an escaped Jadwiga feast running about he turns to the others "Um, what do we do with these?"
Percy shrugs. Deposit them near the door and impress upon them the need to stay, then retrieve them once we're done?
Neverhome shrugs back, it was a good idea as any. Leaning down he speaks sternly but not too loudly, "You all heard pretty and wise fey. Do as she says if you want to live another day."
At the sight of the children, near the butcher's block, the bloodstains making the previous actions of the trolls clear, Sigrun's demean takes on an icy cold death gaze.
"I promise everyone that did this to you and your friends who didn't make it will pay today."
Allie frowns but waits outside, kicking a small rock across the ground.
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"Those in the tower will be more interested in us than the children. We need to move." Ered's training kicks in, as this is much more military than expected.
"Yea, what the elf said. Let's get going."
"After what I saw at ruined temple, I am going to disagree." Nevehome snarls at the others.
"Well then they will be if we do it right."
"Da." Neverhome says while nodding in agreement, though he didn't lose his snarl.
"Well let's get a move on, there's monsters who need killing." Sigrun says grimly.
Ered nods, redrawing his sword as he motions forward with the tip.
"Let's get moving."
You head upstairs and find a hallway. At the end of it are several boxes and barrels stacked waist high. There are doors to the east and west.
Dropping to three limbs Neverhome prowls over to the eastern door.
After they slay the troll, Zses shudders as he looks at the cleaver.
Those odd bones in the dining room were-Gods, who are we dealing with.
On the top floor, Zses follows Lyosha, trying to hear anything out of the ordinary.
Hobbes will go over to the door next to Neverhome and check it for traps.
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Moving up behind Hobbes, Sigrun stands ready to face what lies beyond the doors.