"We can definitely make use of those!" Rhiannon responds affably. "Every little bit helps out there."
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"If you happen to have any magical gaming arrows, or at least mundane incendiary ones, that would be helpful." Rhiannon replies.
"Oh we've got quite the haul for you. I'm sure when we're done you'll be the best equipped spot for anyone even thinking of adventure for miles!" Rhiannon replies, bringing out the contents of their collected saddlebags, to present an array of collected and cleaned armor and weapons.
We'll take cash for the Cold Iron Rapier, Rhiannon's old sword and the Massterwork chainmail (total 2,990), It'll add to the cash on hand to pay Bokken when he's done. We'll take credit for the rest. (5,762 g 4s) And spread the word that Oleg's is the place to go for adventuring gear!
Items to unload with 50% sale price and 60% credit price. Cold Iron Rapier +1 2165 / 2598
Grinning, Rhiannon leads Ballista to the stables, unsaddling and brushing him down before heading to wash up and enjoy Svetlana's excellent cooking.
Rhiannon smiles in greeting as she dismounts, walking Ballista in toward the stables. "Also, in the morning, we have quite a few items you might be interested in adding to your inventory." she mentions to Oleg.
"That's promising." Rhiannon says, glad to hear that they had access to one for the trolls' weaknesses.
There's a lot of party cash and gems etc that we haven't unloaded as yet, so assuming we can sell the items or use things like gems as cash, we should be pretty good. If we need to go to Oleg's to sell items for gold we can do that next. There's a pair of Bracers that should go to Celebeth as the only person who can't wear armor.
"Definitely not something bad," Rhiannon says to the old man with a chuckle. "There have been a lot of sightings of trolls not too far from our borders, and we plan to deal with them soon. We'll be needing a lot of acid and fire and naturally, your skillful creations came to mind."
"We'd need a lot of oil, but yes, burning the bodies after they fall should stop them from healing and rejoining the fight." Rhiannon replies. "But despite the risk, it's better that we take the fight to them, than have them come here eventually."
Rhiannon listens intently to Garethane's account of his scouting mission, the situation becoming more dire as he relates the details. "If they're using a dwarven outpost, there's no idea how deep it goes, or how many of them could be inside." she says, sub-consciously rolling her shoulders to relieve the building tension. "This is way more organized than usual troll activity, and whoever is behind it is likely using that as a base of operation."
"I'd say we should head to Bokken's, and possibly to Oleg's if we have the time. Supplies are going to be vital to dealing with these monsters." Rhiannon says when the opportunity to meet with the others over a meal arises.
Ironically we have flaming crossbow bolts and everyone but Kalaman uses a longbow
We could probably take care of side things like going to see Bokken about alchemical supplies, doing a flyover of the area for surveillance, interactions with others in the town, or even another Kingdom turn in the meanwhile.
"All trolls spend most of their time hunting for food, since they need to consume ridiculous amounts each day or starve. So most trolls stake out large territories as their own, and fights between rivals are quite common. While these are usually nonlethal, trolls are aware of each others’ weaknesses and will use such knowledge to kill their own kind if food is scarce." Rhiannon advises. "If they're working together, then it's likely their common goal is to conquer as much territory as possible, and likely eat every living thing the can along the way." she says solemnly, letting the weight of her words settle on her fellow council members.
"Garethane, do you think you can do a flyover in bird form or something to see the area?" Rhiannon asks the Marshal.
Rhiannonm nods, looking around the table, and taking in who would be going to face the trolls. "Flaming arrows if we can get a hold of them, or at the least, basic incendiary arrows, to fight them from a range if we use hit and run tactics. Alchemists fire, acid, any spells or scrolls that do such damage..." she says, ticking the items off on her fingers as she plans for the engagement.
Nodding at Celete's response, Rhiannon steeples her fingers while deeply in thought, running their options through her head as she assesses the dangers. Trolls were among the deadliest enemies she'd ever witnessed in combat. "We wouldn't want to have what force we do have available decimated by trolls anyway. That would leave us totally defenseless. It would probably be better to find whoever is behind this and take this problem down at the head, one we help with the initial defense of the Lizardfolk territory."
Yeah the web spell being flmable is probably spellcraft since it's the side effects of a spell, but she'd definitely know fire works.
Though web does have a bonus...it's incredibly flammable. Not that Rhiannon knows that.
"Then they may all be following a stronger leader, which is a frightening thought. Trolls, especially the males tend not to stick together for very long, claiming huge philosop territory for themselves. If they're working together they're probably claiming a massive stretch of territory to hunt, which is really bad for anything nearby." the fighter shares.
Rhiannon frowns, concerned with the encroaching threat of trolls and their seemingly coordinated actions. "That old alchemist...Bokken I think his name is, he can make alchemist fire, no?"
Without the right equipment, trolls were ridiculously hard to kill.
"Is there any indication as to who was responsible?" Rhiannon asks with concern.
Powering through the trudge in the dismal weather, Rhiannon is happy to enter the warm halls, taking a few minutes to stand before the fireplace in the main receiving hall. "That sounds more than a little ominous." She comments to Kestsen. Taking the opportunity to head to her room, she changes out of her armor, and wet clothing, getting cleaned up and cleaning her armor before heading to the council meeting, her breastplate donned over a simple doublet and breeches, her new sword strapped across her back.
The slight tingle in her skin as she handles the finely wrought blade, speaks to the powerful fey-bane enchantment on the weapon, the trace of fey heritage in her blood aware of the power. Taking a few minutes to work through a few combat forms, feeling the excellent balance and heft of the blade, she sheaths it, strapping it across her back. "So, are we heading back home?"
Is it safe to assume that no one would have a problem with me taking the sword?
"Given how hard that fight was, I wouldn't advise only a few going in. If there are more undead, your divine magic may well be the difference between life and death My Lady." Rhiannon chimes in looking at Tove.
"Definitely explains the corpse lying in the middle of the chamber." Rhiannon replies. "Now that they've all been destroyed, do we want to try passing through, skirting around the middle where the trigger is?"
Once outside of the chamber, Rhiannon puts her back to the wall, slowly sliding down into a seated position. "Gods that was awful."
Tiredly kicking the fallen skeleton's greased blade toward the exit, Rhiannon staggers out of the chamber after the others. "Garethane...help Celebeth...with Azen."
Rhiannon swings again, the task feeling infinitely larger than it should, hoping to take advantage of the opening.
Unable to avoid the skeleton's strike in her exhausted state, the stalwart warrior emits a cry of agony, as the blade bites deep, it's necromantic energy, further siphoning off her vitality. Her retaliatory strikes attest to her body's depletion, the first connecting with barely enough force to chip bode, the second nowhere near striking her enemy.
Nevertheless, she breathes a sigh of relief and mutters a word of thanks under her breath as she feels the warmth of Tove's hand on her back, swiftly followed by the flow of healing energy restoring her wounded flesh.
In her exhausted state, the slip of the warrior's blade happens too quickly for her to respond with anything close to an accurate strike. Instead, she puts everything she has left into another strike, determined to take the undead abomination down before she falls.
The sound that escapes Rhiannon's throat is both an expression of anguish, and a testament to her resilience, as the fighter valiantly resists the cloying tendrils of dark, life-draining energy.
Her muscles flagging, her body continuing powered more by will than anything else, she holds the line, attacking both the powerful undead warrior and the skeleton that managed to get through her defenses.
Rhiannon puts everything she has into her swing, taking advantage of the moment.
"Kalaman....get...her...out of ...here." Rhiannon hisses in pain and exhaustion as she holds the line, protecting Azen's unconscious form, and keeping the undead from advancing on the Baroness. Switching her sword to the other hand, she manages to quickly draw her warhammer, striking the blade-wielding skeleton with a strike worthy of a kitten.
Rhiannon braces herself as before, gritting her teeth as the black vapors wrap around her, resisting the fell power as best she can, though her sword begins to feel heavier in her hands.
Quickly dropping her sword and moving to stand before Tove in the middle of the intersection, Rhiannon draws her warhammer in a blur of motion. "If anyone has a powerful spell or some other magic to hit either of these groups at once, now would be a good time!" she says tensely, taking up a defensive stance. "CVelebeth, how long do we have until that black mist stuff happens again?"
Happy holidays everybody!
Rushing into the mist, Rhiannon feels the effects, sapping a bit of her energy, though she shrugs off the worst of it.
"Given that he's dead, this probably repeats regularly." She says reaching down to help the Baroness up. Fatigued: A fatigued character can neither run nor charge and takes a –2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. Doing anything that would normally cause fatigue causes the fatigued character to become exhausted. After 8 hours of complete rest, fatigued characters are no longer fatigued.
Eyes widening in alarm as the faces exhale black mist, Rhiannon dashes int the chamber, ready to usher them out.
"Looks like this may be some sort of a shrine or something, faces carved into the walls beyond the webs in the next chamber. Looks like there's a skeleton on the ground as well. Shall we carry on?" Rhiannon asks.
Drawing the large blade from across her back, Rhiannon moves alongside Tove, her vision affording her a better vantage of what lay just beyond the reach of the light emanating from the Stag Lady's antlers.
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