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"Yeah, lets go around. No reason to inhale spores. My cousin inhaled some spores once. Ended up growing a fourth leg."
Fourth leg? Did he have three already?, the priest says puzzled.
"He already had a third leg, did he, sire Herrick?" Malthus awkwardly laughs.
No magic is detected by Jawn as you start moving the group around the over sized mushrooms.
No magic is detected by Jawn as you start moving the group around the over sized mushrooms. Doing your best to keep clear of the mushrooms you make it less than ten steps when you hear an ear piercing sound that seems to originate from one of the larger mushrooms.
Nesserin draws his sword and shield placing himself in-between the group and the screeching. "There you've gone and done it now Gilhaut! Your scorn has offended the mushrooms!"
Fourth leg? Did he have three already?, the priest says puzzled.
Herrick smiles wickedly. "Well, according to his wife, he did."
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Hearing the screaming mushrooms, Herrick grabs the mule's lead and begins coaxing it forward.
"Come on, let's get away from these screaming plants as quickly as possible before they attract something big!"
He then urges everyone to move as quickly as possible down the path.
Jak covers his ears with his hands and moves through the mushroomed area trying to keep an eye out for something from which the noise could be distracting him.
Nesserin draws his sword and shield placing himself in-between the group and the screeching. "There you've gone and done it now Gilhaut! Your scorn has offended the mushrooms!"
I'll always look at them differently after this, he says hurrying along, hand on sword hilt.
Not waiting to see what the sounds from the mushrooms will attract the party races around the gigantic mushroom stalks mindful that they might be already too late to escape danger.
With the mule whinnying as it dragged along less than half a minute has passed when you hear something come crashing towards you. A large feral snarl echoes within marshes and whatever it is you are sure it has your trail.
Cole looks back worriedly his legs not able to keep up with the pace of the rest of the party, "What we gonna do?" his breath is heavy as the labour of running across the soft ground tires him out even more.
Once again a loud snarl is heard in the background. This time closer. The mule sensing danger begins to whinny even more and it would bolt if not for Herrick holding tightly on its reins.
Jawn can't put a face to the sound but whatever it is sounds large!
To quote the final words of the martyred Saint Jerome of Remballo... "Oh shit!"
He looks around, sobering then gets an eager mad glint in his eye as he raps out a command with a practiced confidence.
Some of us hide... I'll stand here with the Mule and help draw it in and then you hit it from the sides and rear! Quickly!
He prepares himself to pray and steps back a few steps to try to make a good sized pocket to have the enemy step into.
Herrick nods at the priest's suggestion, quickly drawing his sword and shield and doing his best to hide behind one of the larger mushroom stalks.
Nesserin looks around quickly to see if the team can use the natural landscape to their advantage.
Unable to spot anything of use for tactical advantage Nesserin stands guard with Gilhaut
Jak looks around for the source of the loud snarl and natural advantages or disadvantages.
He draws his bow and attempts to find cover.
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"Sires, do you hear that? Something approaches." Malthus sniffs the air curiously as he looks for a bush to dive behind, then he whispers to Jak, "Perhaps it is edible."
As Gilhaut calls upon his deity to bless and protect him and his two companions a creature emerges from the brush throwing about anything in it's path.
The creature stands at least 9 feet tall with arms are too long for its large, lanky body. The dark green tint hide of the creature makes for good camouflage but even at this distant the hide almost seems rubbery.
Its black eyes center on Gilhaut and Nesserin as they standing there waiting. With a large snarl that seems to make the ground shake it rushes at them with reckless abandon.
Jak's focus reduces to the chest of the large, lanky dark green body. He pulls an arrow to his ear and lets fly from his blind. The shaft sinks into the rubbery hide to the fletchings.
Herrick screams as the creature looks directly at him.
"I think it saw me! What in the nine hells is that thing?"
Both Herrick and Jawn recognize the creature to be a troll. Creatures such as these are deadly both for their ravenous appetite and for their reckless ferocity. They have an uncanny ability to regenerate wounds rather quickly even being able to regrow limbs.
Their greatest fear is fire and acid which they canmot regenerate from.
Jawn holds off on the spell, not wanting to scour his new allies with the flames as well. Instead, he points a single finger at the troll, emitting a frosty white ray at it.
Ray of Frost
To hit 1d20+5
Damage 1d8 cold, plus speed reduced by 10' for one turn."I can burn the troll with a spell, but the fan of flames would be a dozen paces wide and long. And it might not be enough to kill it. "
Jak's arrow strikes the troll squarely in the chest causing the troll to snarl at bowman. Its attention turned away, Jawn quickly strikes the troll with an icy ray. You watch a thin sheet of ice freeze over the troll's left shoulder and arm. Instinctively the creature flings its arm about breaking up the ice, but in the process slowing it down.
As it runs towards the group you can watch as Jak's lodged arrow pops out and the wound has almost fully closed up.
"This isn't going to be easy!" Herrick screams as he charges at the troll, but trips over a root at the last second.
Jak uses Herrick's distracting charge to fire another arrow at the chest of the large, lanky dark green body. The shaft sinks into the rubbery hide to the fletchings.
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Malthus pulls what looks like a harpy's feather from his backpack, and begins waving it in the air. "Sire Troll! You may think you have us, but perhaps a joke might be in order before you begin your feasting. Now tell me, sire, what would you call an average-looking ogre?"
The bard lunges down on one knee as he casts, waving the feather from high to low, and finally dropping it. Just before it hits the ground, he winks, and hits the punchline. "... Mediogre!"
Nesserin heeds Jawn's words and circles around the ogre to give the mage room for his spell.
The warrior priest runs in to attack...
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Bonus attack for War priest...
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Herrick moves to swing his sword but instead finds himself stumbling towards the troll after tripping over an overgrown root. His blade comes nowhere even close to hitting the troll. Nesserin attacks next keeping his shield close to his body. He aims for the troll's midsection but ungainly troll moves quicker than he thought possible. The blade whistles as it cuts through the air.
As is Gilhaut's nature the priest rushes foolhardy ahead swinging once and then twice at the troll. The first swing misses, but the second swing cleaves off a chunk of flesh from the troll's thigh.
Not wanting to see how the troll will retaliate Malthus tells the troll a joke with a spell interwoven within the words. Malthus delivers the punchline and for a moment it seems as if the troll stops all its doing and just stands there. Then you hear softly at first, "hah hah hah! Hah hah hah! " within a heartbeat the troll is on the ground rolling about laughing uncontrollably.
At the end of each of its turns, and each time it takes damage, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. The target has advantage on the saving throw if it’s triggered by damage. On a success, the spell ends.