You're headed north along the road to Hergstag.
The road is bordered by swampy forest; visibility is fair out to about 50 feet, where the swampy forest gets too thick.....it's humid, and your clothes start to cling and stick.
The birds have gone all quiet. Never a good indicator, that.
Even the once talkative frogs have gone all quiet.
Perception......
that's how you know I'm not just goofing around.....;)
"I'm not sure what to expect, Lady Gurov... But I doubt it will be pleasant."
Perception:
"Did you..." Rholf lets the statement go unfinished as his eyes narrow.
Mutters just loud enough for Liek to hear, "Kind of eerie with it so quiet like this. Not even Mr. Toad singing...
"Yeah. usually means something bigger and scarier than we are is out here." Leik says, popping his mind daggers into existence and charging them.
You all pretty much see it. It stands up, off to the right, about as cunning as a herd of bovines,
its skin green and mottled, it considers you with empty black eyes.
Claws on gangly arms that reach to drag the ground, and fangs, and 9 feet tall,
it can only be a troll,
that thing of impulsive violence and naught else.
initiative:
it rises up, and there will be no reasoning with it.
Dayyum.
Beat a 21 I guess.
"Ugh. A troll, I think. I read about them... there's something odd about them. They're hard to wound, or something..."
Dungeoneering does aberrations/oozes.
Waht you want is nature.
"Well,... so much for our quiet stroll in the woods,..." Edwin says wryly.
"I'm beginning to wish it was just ghosts we had to worry about, now that you mention it,..."
Kill it with fire! Or acid!
Otherwise, it'll regenerate!!!
"When do we ever have a quiet stroll in the woods. At least it's not a teleporting spider - that was just horrid!"
"Alinya, NOW would be a REALLY good time to test out that wand we picked up!" Edwin says, (mostly) calmly as he fishes in his belt pouches for some of the alchemical items they found earlier.
"GROOOOONK!!!"
"Ghost sound? Now is not the time for a comedy interlude, Edwin!"
"Oh! Sorry, yes!"
Alinya hunts through her satchel searching for the wand of acid arrow that she knows she stowed somewhere safe..
BOOSH
Leik will hurl a dagger at it.
to hit
damage
Larissa begins casting, summoning Sarenrae's Scimitar to service once again.
"Right. A little fire or acid every so often will keep it from healing. Other than that, we just need to pummel it into the ground."
Alinya sends a dart of glowing green towards the bestial troll from the tip of her newly acquired wand.
"Aw, well. Pummeling I like. Pummeling We can do." Edwin says with a smirk. He looks at his hands, as if surprised to find them filled with clay flasks. He shrugs, and almost casually tosses one towards the oncoming train,... er, troll.
"Hm. Must have been a dud."
The tiny insect man opens up the show, slamming a psychic dagger into its neck.
It bleeds, but you can see the wound pulsing and wiggling like a bag full of crabs, allready knitting itsself back up.
The scimitar doesn't connect at all this time......
And it shrieks horribly when Alinya gives it a good blast with her new wand.
Edwin lights it on fire. Maybe it'll catch more; it doesn't seem to like it though.
8 temp (regenerable) so far;
6 permanent to the bastich.
Rholfy's up to bat.
Rholf draws his warhammer as the thing approaches and, hefting his shield, takes a quick couple of steps to meet the thing, swinging hard at it.
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
His timing apparently all mung'd up, he over-commits, missing badly.
"Bah!"
Rholf goes up and closes on the bastich; he indeed misses though in his nervousness.
The troll retorts.
It bites and misses, but hits with two claws and rends. Rholf takes 24 hp in damage.
Group's attack.
When the fire, and acid, hit, you notice that the thing stops knitting up its wounds.
so it's taken 14 hp damage; it's not healing.
As a substantial amount of Rholf's life's blood splatters on his boots and the surrounding area, he exhales an involuntary and raspy wail, most of the color in his face and hands souring inexorably away.
"Master Kastigarr. You DO realize that the red stuff is supposed to be kept on the INside?" Edwin cries, his droll wit not quite hiding the concern in his voice.
"Oh Rholf!" Alinya cries out as her companion is badly injured in the first seconds of the troll's attack. "Let's see if I can slow it down." The grey robed wizard gestures, commanding arcane forces to her service, and a ray of black light spears from her outstretched hand to the troll.
An exhausted character moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a –6 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. After 1 hour of complete rest, an exhausted character becomes fatigued. A fatigued character becomes exhausted by doing something else that would normally cause fatigue.
for da troll
The troll has taken 20 hp damage and is fatigued.
Leik throws a dagger, then forms and charges another:
Larissa's conjured scimitar continues to harry the beast.
Larissa casts Cure Moderate Wounds before moving up to Rholf to apply Sarenrae's blessing on him.
Alinya curses mildly as the troll shrugs off the worst of her necromantic assault.
Leik throws a dagger, then forms and charges another:
1d20+12
1d4+4+2d8
Leik's dagger lodges in its black black eye.
35 damage to trolly trolltroll.
Larissa's conjured scimitar continues to harry the beast.
[dice=Sarenrae's Scimitar attack]1d20 + 5
[dice=Damage]1d8 + 1
The scimitar also draws blood;
39 in damage to the bastard.
And Rholf gets 15 hp back from Larissa's spell.
Rholf and Edwin up to bat.....
The troll's seen better days, but he's still very dangerous.
Edwin dashes forward, his left hand still holding an alchemical bottle, his right uncoiling his magic whip with a snap.
"Excuse me dear," He says politely as he leans past Larissa and snaps the whip at the trolls legs,...
"Don't just stand there," He calls over his shoulder as he tugs valiantly on the whip, trying to cause the monster to topple.
"Somebody HIT the blasted thing!"
Rholf wobbles in place for a brief moment, until Larissa's healing hits him. Snapping out of the shock he'd been in, Rholf takes another shot at the abomination...
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
"Gah!"
Edwin dashes forward, his left hand still holding an alchemical bottle, his right uncoiling his magic whip with a snap.
"Excuse me dear," He says politely as he leans past Larissa and snaps the whip at the trolls legs,...
1d20+8
"Don't just stand there," He calls over his shoulder as he tugs valiantly on the whip, trying to cause the monster to topple.
"Somebody HIT the blasted thing!"
Edwin gets to T8 with a charge...closest he needs to get to reach with the whip; Edwin don't want to get in this things face......
Ed puts the bastard on the ground all Indiana Jones style.
Rholf misses, and the troll stands back up.
He doesn't give a f+$@. He's a troll.
So.
Rholf, Edwin, and Larissa's scimitar are granted an aoo before it lays into whoever it's going to lay into.
"Good work with the whip, Edwin!"
"Thank you. Although I'd be much happier if it would STAY down!"
"Persistent, isn't it. Still, enough acid will corrode the strongest metal, as the alchemists say."