UCK! This troll is a blight on the land!
By the way, I wonder what Whitecrest meant by calling it a webtroll? Does it spin a web like a spider?
{makes a gutteral feral noise similar to tomcats sparring over the feline in heat as the prize}
{continues to sharpen his daggers}
*snickt* *snickt*
{continues to sniff down the trail, albeit repugnantly}
Skia rejoins the party proper after her annoying loss of control with the Satyr and his Dryads. Jyg'g's sudden talkativeness almost drives her to slink back off but before she can do so they come upon the WebTroll's spoor. Spinning her Sickles lazily before her, she moves offto blend into the surroundings, wanting to be away from Jyg'g when he draws the beast's ire.
Perception Check:
Stealth Check:
"I'll be very quiet," Pipp whispers.
Perception:
Stealth:
Hieron pulls his pot helmet up over his hat and tightens his chinstrap. He proceeds, gripping his caduceus axe and scanning ahead for the webtroll.
As you stealthily approach the foul creatures lair you hear a barely intelligent nasally voice muttering "Oh yeah! Well you's is just lucky I don't kickses yer asses! Booyah! I showdes you's! Harharharharhar! I is so bads, nobody be winnins over me's! I is the king of the Webs!!". As you move to get a better look you see a pitiful looking creature with barley any muscle on its bony frame. It has two sets of eyes one on top of the other, it seems to be threatening an unconcerned spider that is spinning it's web in a high corner of the dark basement like lair. This must be the WebTroll Mclovin. Bearskin rugs decorate almost every inch of floor space and a collection of "defeated" spiderwebs lie piled on a desk. The foul creature seems to posses no anus, for every time it opens it's mouth, excrement spews forth with it's words. It certainly doesn't seem to be much of a threat when you see it in person, despite all the hype of it's prowess.
Initiative:
Aevelyn readies for the worse, quickly tying a perfumed handkerchief around her face, to keep the stench out of her nostrils. Once done she grips her dagger and scans for additional trolls.
"I daresay, he smells fairly like my Aunt Mildred," Pipp whispers.
"I daresay, he smells fairly like my Aunt Mildred," Pipp whispers.
Aevelyn whispers back, "Remind me never to throw her a party, he he"
Since the troll unaware of our presence, Hieron begins by casting Doom on the disgusting wretch. Will save DC: 13. Duration: 2 mins
May the Lord of Good Fortune grant your doom through me!
I assume for next round, Initiative:
Hate to be a party pooper (hopefully not literally) but...
Initiative (if necessary):
Desk?
Jyg'g -- Hold up there...
-- Can you determine potential motivations?
I'd like to "detect evil"...
As he hears the shouted prayer the pasty skinned troll turns in confusion and shouts "I'm gonna make you shut the f##~ up noob!!
The vicious troll thing growls louder than any of you expected a constant stream of crap pouring from its open maw revealing a row of blunted, but quite large teeth. Although caught of guard it seems the foul creature is not ready to back down from this fight. His twin sets of eyes blaze with an incoherent rage at being challenged and he readies himself for the ass whipping he plans on dealing out.
What a disgusting piece of filth! Aevelyn thinks, as she starts chanting softly a love song to him...
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."
Perception
What a disgusting piece of filth! Aevelyn thinks, as she starts chanting softly a love song to him...
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."
Mclovins ears seem to zero in on the song as his upper set of eyes cross.
Suddenly the putrid creature seems less hateful, his upper eyes still crossed his face turns into an even more frightening look. One of Lust. For this WebTroll has never mated.... O.o
Perception:
Suddenly the putrid creature seems less hateful, his upper eyes still crossed his face turns into an even more frightening look. One of Lust. For this WebTroll has never mated.... O.o
Perception:
I'm going to hold my action -- I'm looking for a cue from Aevelyn as to what she wants us to do next. If she doesn't look like she is expecting or wants the creature's ... advances ... I shall ... interfere. ;-)
Aevelyn bats her pretty eyelashes at the ugly troll, and sweetly says to him, "Why don't you run out and get me a...bouquet of pretty flowers. Mind you, It had better be a nice one, if you want...something in return."
Skia begins to advance from the shadows, her sickles poised to strike, when the WebTroll begins to show it's affection for the Hag Mistress.
Oh I can't wait to see how this goes, she thinks to herself and pulls back into the shadows to wait.
"I never imagined our adventure would turn into a love story. I should start composing "The Ballad of Mclovin and Aevelyn". People always like a lovesong."
"I never imagined our adventure would turn into a love story. I should start composing "The Ballad of Mclovin and Aevelyn". People always like a lovesong."
die... Die...
Dumbfounded by the lack of reaction from the rest of the party and not carrying an ounce of common sense, he rushes in to draw first blood.
Ded Meat!
*snikt* *snikt*
Primary Axe 1: If successful:
Off-Hand Axe 2: If successful:
Seeing the combat may yet get underway, Hieron casts Bless to give his allies +1 on their attack rolls for two minutes.
Threefold Lord, bless the arms of my friends against the enemy!
*twitches*
The WebTroll seems to ponder where he can locate a bouquet of flowers, and seems just about ready to speak when Jyg'g leaps into action. The first axe strikes true, catching the creature in the left shoulder. The second however turns on its slimy hide. "Huh? whuzat? n00b!! I's gonna punk you out!"
Jyg'g
Suddenly McLovin seems to swell in size, now he towers over the lot of you and his fangs grow to the size of sabres!
I'm going to hold my action...
Attack: -- if successful:
{digs in his heels and braces to see what the webtroll does next}
Comma get sum, ya snaggletooth biatch!
*snickt* *snickt*
Baz swings true and his Hammer shatters Mclovins knee, eliciting a deep rumbling roar, the Webtroll seems to focus his rage on this new threat.
He belches a stream of liquid fecal matter aimed at the man,
,
The blast is accompanied by a loud amalgam of insults in host of varied languages. The results are as impressive as they are grotesque. Baz finds himself covered in dripping brown poo, he doesn't seem to be injured but he does seem to be fighting the urge to vomit.
Fort:
Will: (+2 more vs enchantment)
Fortitude Save:
*burp*
Fort: 1d20+9
Will: 1d20+9 (+2 more vs enchantment)
Baz fights back the vomit, and resist the urge to swear like a drunk whore in heat, and other than needing a hot bath a change of clothes and maybe some of Lady Solnes' Brain Bleach, he is unharmed.