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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3208650" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Like a deer in torch lights</strong></p><p></p><p>The party makes it back to Highcastle an hour before Haimish is due on stage. Kessen breaks away form the party and heads towards an odd merchant on the south side of town, Broggart’s Store. The rest of the party heads to the Scholar Inn to catch Haimish’s performance and then head off to bed. </p><p></p><p>Kessen spied the dilapidated structure from afar; Broggart was a retired barbarian raider from the Xosa clan, nearly wiped out twenty years ago by druids from Druid Hold. The building was purchased by Broggart who then set up shop and never paid any further attention to the building. The last twenty years had not been kind to the wooden frame, slats were missing from the roof and quite a few of the external planks had fallen out only to be replaced by cut logs. The building looked like something a deranged hermit would build. Just the type of man Kessen wanted to deal with.</p><p></p><p>“Ho there my good man, I confiscated this blowgun from a lizardman who won’t be needing it anymore, I was wondering if you had any knowledge of its workings?” Kessen inquires</p><p></p><p>“Is the lizardman dead, or did you just collapse a lung and wish him well?” Broggart asks</p><p></p><p>“Dead, along with his hunting buddy. Although I couldn’t recover that blowgun, my ogre companion broke it while beating the thing senseless.” Kessen relates</p><p></p><p>“Good! Never could trust a snake, the thing’s real easy to use though. Put the needle in and then blow real hard. The trick is in the aiming, that’s what makes them unreliable.” Broggart advises</p><p></p><p>“Can you teach me?” Kessen implores</p><p></p><p>“Nope, that weapon is for the cowardly and dainty, and I ain’t either of those. If you want to learn how to work that, go see one of the harlots down by the bazaar.” Broggart replies</p><p></p><p>*sigh* “Ok, how about I just sell this one then?” Kessen responds</p><p></p><p>The Inn is full with patrons this evening; the party had to wait for a table to open before they could seat themselves. Not wanting to wait any longer, Doopa unseats two drunken patrons and they tumble to the floor, he then waves over the party while pointing out the now empty table.</p><p></p><p>The party meets Doopa at the table as the ogre flags down a serving wench. Menthos however heads to the bar by himself.</p><p></p><p>“Excuse me barkeep!” Menthos catches the attention of the harried dwarven bartender, “do you have any of those meads with candy in it? You know Rock Mead?”</p><p></p><p>“What! No such drink exists, and if it did I would beat the man who invented it!” The dwarf shouts back</p><p></p><p>“Alrighty, how about two meads and a pouch of rock candy then?” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>The dwarf complies with the request without thinking of the request. Menthos takes his drinks and turns to head to Doopa’s table, when he spots a sign at the end of the bar.</p><p></p><p></p><p><em>Lottery Tonight 1,000 gold crowns</em></p><p><em>2 gold crowns per ticket</em></p><p><em>Drawing at nine</em></p><p></p><p>Menthos buys three tickets and then seats himself at Doopa’s table.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think you told me the right trigger word Menthos, I can’t get the wand to do anything” Haimish accuses</p><p></p><p>“Haimish, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now, quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.” Menthos answers while waving off the bard with his free hand. </p><p></p><p>Doopa then returns to the table just before the announcement of the numbers</p><p></p><p>“Wining number will be two.” Doopa states</p><p></p><p>“How do you know that?” Menthos asks</p><p></p><p>“Doopa saw all the pretty numbers in barrel and told man if he knew what was good for him, he would say number two is winner!” Doopa shouts gleefully </p><p></p><p>A scrawny little man steps up to the lip of the stage and the room goes quiet as he looks over the wining ticket number in his hand, then out at the crowd, his eyes resting on a smiling Doopa. The man swallows hard as he announces that the winning ticket is number two.</p><p></p><p>“Woo hoo! Doopa was right number two is the best number!” Doopa rejoices </p><p></p><p>The man’s knees quake with fear as Doopa shoots out of his chair, the man turns to give the ogre his winnings, but as he turns around he sees the ogre arguing with a teifling at the table there are sitting at.</p><p></p><p>“You idiot! You could’ve told me what the special number was before I bought the tickets!” Menthos shouts</p><p></p><p>Haimish and Turgar laugh themselves out of their seats, as an inebriated Halfling wins the payday of his life.</p><p></p><p>“And now the musical stylings of Haimish!” Hairy announces to some fanfare.</p><p></p><p>“Thank you, thank you. Thanks everybody for coming.” Haimish states, and then begins his set for the night</p><p></p><p><em>Haimish, Haimish McHaggis</em></p><p><em>He’s the most important person in history</em></p><p><em>From the Plains of Zuras</em></p><p><em>Comes a tale that is mostly gory</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>On the road to Highcastle </em></p><p><em>Numerous bandits he did meet</em></p><p><em>Killed them all with one thrust</em></p><p><em>Of his perfectly pedicured feet</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>When you dance with Haimish </em></p><p><em>He’ll twirl you that way, dip you this way</em></p><p><em>You’ll have a Gaelic time!</em></p><p></p><p>As the crowd cheered on Haimish, Menthos slumped back in his seat, “Man, I can’t believe what passes as entertainment in this town. I need to perfect my beauty queen hand wave and find a parade somewhere.” </p><p></p><p>“You do not find his tunes enjoyable?” Xanthos inquired</p><p></p><p>“No, they grate against my soul. Now if he were to sing of something a little more heavy like war, or love, or the making of either. Then perhaps I could get into it. Right now it sounds more like two bullettes in heat and neither one realizing the other is female until it’s too late.” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“You are a sick little man.” Turgar states</p><p></p><p>“Wrong there bucko, the Temple of Kador says I’m a fine specimen of fiendish origin. So take that.” Menthos answers by sticking out his tongue at Turgar</p><p></p><p>Kessen joins the group as Haimish finishes his song; Menthos excuses himself and heads off to bed. Haimish sings for another hour and garners his best tips to date. </p><p></p><p>“Yes! Twenty one gold crowns, too many more of those nights and I won’t need to seek my fortune anywhere else but the stage.” Haimish relates</p><p></p><p>“What’s on tap for tomorrow?” Kessen asks</p><p></p><p>“More practice.” Haimish answers, “I’m still no where near ready for a vampire.”</p><p></p><p>Morning finds the group leaving Highcastle again in search of things to kill and stuff to take.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s head into the Dearthwood this time, I could use some orc practice.” Haimish pleads</p><p></p><p>“I too would like to visit the Dearthwood, I know of a local druidic circle there. Perhaps they could offer assistance?” Xanthos agrees</p><p></p><p>“Maybe they have anti-toxin?” Kessen asks</p><p></p><p>“You don’t need anti-toxin if you grab the snake by the tail. If you grab it by the tongue, you should expect to get bitten.” Menthos states</p><p></p><p>“Doopa smash snake with club, then it not matter which end Doopa picks up.” The ogre offers</p><p></p><p>“I didn’t know there were snakes on the north side of the Neck*. On the good side we call those things arms and they are usually attached to someone.” Turgar laughs</p><p></p><p>The party heads north out of Highcastle and soon finds themselves facing an impressive front of tall thick trees. Xanthos speaks with some birds and a field mouse and learns of the location of the druidic circle. Xanthos leads them northwest into the woods and finally to a small clearing.</p><p></p><p>“Stay here, I will go meet with them.” Xanthos tells the party</p><p></p><p>“Meet with who? I don’t see anybody.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>“They’re preparing for attack; if you go in there they’ll kill you.” Xanthos states</p><p></p><p>“Kill me with what? Berries and nuts? Or maybe they’ll throw feces at me from the tree tops?” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>Xanthos doesn’t respond and moves to the center of the glade with outstretched and upturned palms. He stops in the middle of the clearing and appears to have a conversation with someone on the far side of the glade. After a few minutes he returns.</p><p></p><p>“They have agreed to let us put down some orcs.” Xanthos says proudly</p><p></p><p>“We needed permission? Bunch of sissified moss farmers out here.” Menthos shouts</p><p></p><p>“The circle works to maintain a balance within nature, to upset that balance would bring upon their wrath.” Xanthos answers</p><p></p><p>“Push him some more, I want to see that.” Kessen states</p><p></p><p>“Balance? Well, it did work so well for you, a perfect balance of half ass and half man. I think it would be better if you were a horse’s head with a man’s body. Now that would be balance.” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“The druids have shown me a forest trail frequented by deer that is a favorite hunting spot for orcs of this side of the Dearthwood.” Xanthos relates, ignoring the ranting Menthos</p><p></p><p>“Great, lead on.” Kessen abdicates to the centaur</p><p></p><p>“Oh, Doopa likes venison. Mmm tasty.” The ogre smiles</p><p></p><p>“No, we are not to touch the deer, only the hunting orcs.” Xanthos admonishes</p><p></p><p>Hurt Doopa looks towards Menthos for support; Menthos gives him a pat on the shoulder and a wink.</p><p></p><p>“How do we know if it’s really deer?” Menthos asks, but Xanthos does not reply, “I mean you can change into a cat, who’s to say whether or not the deer aren’t shape shifted orcs waiting to attack us from behind?” </p><p></p><p>“Orcs do no practice the same reverence of nature as the circle does, that would not shift into a deer. A teifling maybe, but not a deer.” Xanthos answers </p><p></p><p>“Well then how do you know I’m not Menthos?” The teifling inquires</p><p></p><p>“I don’t, I gave the circle your exact description, for all I know they’ve kidnapped you and replaced you with an exact duplicate.” Xanthos relates</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, but did they have to duplicate his attitude too?” Kessen asks</p><p></p><p>Haimish and Turgar begin to laugh as a loud crash thunders to the party’s right, trees sway and are leveled as something huge lumbers through the thick woods heading for the party.</p><p></p><p>“Must be mating season?” Menthos postulates</p><p></p><p>The party spreads out as the last few trees between them and whatever is approaching fall to the side as a huge grey wart covered creature with misshapen teeth and preceding gut bellows at the party.</p><p></p><p>“Cave troll.” Turgar shouts </p><p></p><p>Doopa charges the beast, but as he approaches the thing, it swings it’s massive tree trunk and swats away the ogre like a fly. Doopa is lifted off his feet and flung into an adjacent tree trunk fifteen feet in the air. The blow knocks the wind from his lungs as he crashes down to the forest floor unconscious.</p><p></p><p>“Oh uh.” Haimish says as he brakes into a moral boosting tune</p><p></p><p><em>Oh ugly beast</em></p><p><em>Please don’t eat me</em></p><p><em>The druid is much tastier </em></p><p><em>He’s half horse meat</em></p><p></p><p>“Now that’s a tune I could get behind!” Menthos shouts as he gives Haimish a thumbs-up approval on his choice of material he then blasts the side of the creature’s head with an eldritch blast, “Stupid troll, don’t you know this is a deer crossing!”</p><p></p><p>“Please wait! I was not given clearance to kill a cave troll, we must retreat!” Xanthos yells</p><p></p><p>“Okay, you engage it and give us cover to run for it.” Turgar replies</p><p></p><p>Xanthos hesitates as the creature charges Haimish who raises his shield in time to deflect a blow for his head, still, the force of the swing knocks the bard onto his back as the creature plows forward.</p><p></p><p>Doopa shakes of the effects of the stunning shot he took and sits up next to the tree he collided with. Still dazed, his ears heard the sounds of battle behind him and his heart forced a rage, bypassing his brain chance to assess the situation.</p><p></p><p>Menthos scurries around to stand over Haimish and point his ring at the troll; a spray of color erupts all around the troll’s head. The beast’s eyes gloss over as he wavers in his stance and is transfixed upon the small pinpoints of light, it even tries to reach out and grab at the lights. Haimish breathes a thank you at Menthos as an enraged Doopa slams into the beast’s side with his club. Turgar follows while Kessen dances around the creature firing arrows into the beast. </p><p></p><p>With an almighty crunch, the troll is felled as it collapses in front of Xanthos.</p><p></p><p>“Kessen, go scout up some tinder, we’re going to need at lot of wood to light this thing up.” Menthos instructs</p><p></p><p>“What! No way! I will not allow you to start a fire in here!” Xanthos screams</p><p></p><p>“Well, he’s just going to wake up again and who knows if the ring works next time or not.” Menthos advises</p><p></p><p>“I don’t care; you’re not starting a fire.” Xanthos pounds a fist into the troll</p><p></p><p>“I’m with Xanthos; we don’t need bad karma from the druids.” Haimish states</p><p></p><p>The rest of the party agrees, outnumbered Menthos concedes and relents. The party hurries away from the beast, trying to get some distance between themselves and the troll before it rises to come looking for them.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>* Reference to Neuwag's Neck a part of the Cloudwall Mountains</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3208650, member: 11574"] [b]Like a deer in torch lights[/b] The party makes it back to Highcastle an hour before Haimish is due on stage. Kessen breaks away form the party and heads towards an odd merchant on the south side of town, Broggart’s Store. The rest of the party heads to the Scholar Inn to catch Haimish’s performance and then head off to bed. Kessen spied the dilapidated structure from afar; Broggart was a retired barbarian raider from the Xosa clan, nearly wiped out twenty years ago by druids from Druid Hold. The building was purchased by Broggart who then set up shop and never paid any further attention to the building. The last twenty years had not been kind to the wooden frame, slats were missing from the roof and quite a few of the external planks had fallen out only to be replaced by cut logs. The building looked like something a deranged hermit would build. Just the type of man Kessen wanted to deal with. “Ho there my good man, I confiscated this blowgun from a lizardman who won’t be needing it anymore, I was wondering if you had any knowledge of its workings?” Kessen inquires “Is the lizardman dead, or did you just collapse a lung and wish him well?” Broggart asks “Dead, along with his hunting buddy. Although I couldn’t recover that blowgun, my ogre companion broke it while beating the thing senseless.” Kessen relates “Good! Never could trust a snake, the thing’s real easy to use though. Put the needle in and then blow real hard. The trick is in the aiming, that’s what makes them unreliable.” Broggart advises “Can you teach me?” Kessen implores “Nope, that weapon is for the cowardly and dainty, and I ain’t either of those. If you want to learn how to work that, go see one of the harlots down by the bazaar.” Broggart replies *sigh* “Ok, how about I just sell this one then?” Kessen responds The Inn is full with patrons this evening; the party had to wait for a table to open before they could seat themselves. Not wanting to wait any longer, Doopa unseats two drunken patrons and they tumble to the floor, he then waves over the party while pointing out the now empty table. The party meets Doopa at the table as the ogre flags down a serving wench. Menthos however heads to the bar by himself. “Excuse me barkeep!” Menthos catches the attention of the harried dwarven bartender, “do you have any of those meads with candy in it? You know Rock Mead?” “What! No such drink exists, and if it did I would beat the man who invented it!” The dwarf shouts back “Alrighty, how about two meads and a pouch of rock candy then?” Menthos replies The dwarf complies with the request without thinking of the request. Menthos takes his drinks and turns to head to Doopa’s table, when he spots a sign at the end of the bar. [I]Lottery Tonight 1,000 gold crowns 2 gold crowns per ticket Drawing at nine[/I] Menthos buys three tickets and then seats himself at Doopa’s table. “I don’t think you told me the right trigger word Menthos, I can’t get the wand to do anything” Haimish accuses “Haimish, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now, quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.” Menthos answers while waving off the bard with his free hand. Doopa then returns to the table just before the announcement of the numbers “Wining number will be two.” Doopa states “How do you know that?” Menthos asks “Doopa saw all the pretty numbers in barrel and told man if he knew what was good for him, he would say number two is winner!” Doopa shouts gleefully A scrawny little man steps up to the lip of the stage and the room goes quiet as he looks over the wining ticket number in his hand, then out at the crowd, his eyes resting on a smiling Doopa. The man swallows hard as he announces that the winning ticket is number two. “Woo hoo! Doopa was right number two is the best number!” Doopa rejoices The man’s knees quake with fear as Doopa shoots out of his chair, the man turns to give the ogre his winnings, but as he turns around he sees the ogre arguing with a teifling at the table there are sitting at. “You idiot! You could’ve told me what the special number was before I bought the tickets!” Menthos shouts Haimish and Turgar laugh themselves out of their seats, as an inebriated Halfling wins the payday of his life. “And now the musical stylings of Haimish!” Hairy announces to some fanfare. “Thank you, thank you. Thanks everybody for coming.” Haimish states, and then begins his set for the night [I]Haimish, Haimish McHaggis He’s the most important person in history From the Plains of Zuras Comes a tale that is mostly gory On the road to Highcastle Numerous bandits he did meet Killed them all with one thrust Of his perfectly pedicured feet When you dance with Haimish He’ll twirl you that way, dip you this way You’ll have a Gaelic time![/I] As the crowd cheered on Haimish, Menthos slumped back in his seat, “Man, I can’t believe what passes as entertainment in this town. I need to perfect my beauty queen hand wave and find a parade somewhere.” “You do not find his tunes enjoyable?” Xanthos inquired “No, they grate against my soul. Now if he were to sing of something a little more heavy like war, or love, or the making of either. Then perhaps I could get into it. Right now it sounds more like two bullettes in heat and neither one realizing the other is female until it’s too late.” Menthos replies “You are a sick little man.” Turgar states “Wrong there bucko, the Temple of Kador says I’m a fine specimen of fiendish origin. So take that.” Menthos answers by sticking out his tongue at Turgar Kessen joins the group as Haimish finishes his song; Menthos excuses himself and heads off to bed. Haimish sings for another hour and garners his best tips to date. “Yes! Twenty one gold crowns, too many more of those nights and I won’t need to seek my fortune anywhere else but the stage.” Haimish relates “What’s on tap for tomorrow?” Kessen asks “More practice.” Haimish answers, “I’m still no where near ready for a vampire.” Morning finds the group leaving Highcastle again in search of things to kill and stuff to take. “Let’s head into the Dearthwood this time, I could use some orc practice.” Haimish pleads “I too would like to visit the Dearthwood, I know of a local druidic circle there. Perhaps they could offer assistance?” Xanthos agrees “Maybe they have anti-toxin?” Kessen asks “You don’t need anti-toxin if you grab the snake by the tail. If you grab it by the tongue, you should expect to get bitten.” Menthos states “Doopa smash snake with club, then it not matter which end Doopa picks up.” The ogre offers “I didn’t know there were snakes on the north side of the Neck*. On the good side we call those things arms and they are usually attached to someone.” Turgar laughs The party heads north out of Highcastle and soon finds themselves facing an impressive front of tall thick trees. Xanthos speaks with some birds and a field mouse and learns of the location of the druidic circle. Xanthos leads them northwest into the woods and finally to a small clearing. “Stay here, I will go meet with them.” Xanthos tells the party “Meet with who? I don’t see anybody.” Menthos answers “They’re preparing for attack; if you go in there they’ll kill you.” Xanthos states “Kill me with what? Berries and nuts? Or maybe they’ll throw feces at me from the tree tops?” Menthos replies Xanthos doesn’t respond and moves to the center of the glade with outstretched and upturned palms. He stops in the middle of the clearing and appears to have a conversation with someone on the far side of the glade. After a few minutes he returns. “They have agreed to let us put down some orcs.” Xanthos says proudly “We needed permission? Bunch of sissified moss farmers out here.” Menthos shouts “The circle works to maintain a balance within nature, to upset that balance would bring upon their wrath.” Xanthos answers “Push him some more, I want to see that.” Kessen states “Balance? Well, it did work so well for you, a perfect balance of half ass and half man. I think it would be better if you were a horse’s head with a man’s body. Now that would be balance.” Menthos replies “The druids have shown me a forest trail frequented by deer that is a favorite hunting spot for orcs of this side of the Dearthwood.” Xanthos relates, ignoring the ranting Menthos “Great, lead on.” Kessen abdicates to the centaur “Oh, Doopa likes venison. Mmm tasty.” The ogre smiles “No, we are not to touch the deer, only the hunting orcs.” Xanthos admonishes Hurt Doopa looks towards Menthos for support; Menthos gives him a pat on the shoulder and a wink. “How do we know if it’s really deer?” Menthos asks, but Xanthos does not reply, “I mean you can change into a cat, who’s to say whether or not the deer aren’t shape shifted orcs waiting to attack us from behind?” “Orcs do no practice the same reverence of nature as the circle does, that would not shift into a deer. A teifling maybe, but not a deer.” Xanthos answers “Well then how do you know I’m not Menthos?” The teifling inquires “I don’t, I gave the circle your exact description, for all I know they’ve kidnapped you and replaced you with an exact duplicate.” Xanthos relates “Yeah, but did they have to duplicate his attitude too?” Kessen asks Haimish and Turgar begin to laugh as a loud crash thunders to the party’s right, trees sway and are leveled as something huge lumbers through the thick woods heading for the party. “Must be mating season?” Menthos postulates The party spreads out as the last few trees between them and whatever is approaching fall to the side as a huge grey wart covered creature with misshapen teeth and preceding gut bellows at the party. “Cave troll.” Turgar shouts Doopa charges the beast, but as he approaches the thing, it swings it’s massive tree trunk and swats away the ogre like a fly. Doopa is lifted off his feet and flung into an adjacent tree trunk fifteen feet in the air. The blow knocks the wind from his lungs as he crashes down to the forest floor unconscious. “Oh uh.” Haimish says as he brakes into a moral boosting tune [I]Oh ugly beast Please don’t eat me The druid is much tastier He’s half horse meat[/I] “Now that’s a tune I could get behind!” Menthos shouts as he gives Haimish a thumbs-up approval on his choice of material he then blasts the side of the creature’s head with an eldritch blast, “Stupid troll, don’t you know this is a deer crossing!” “Please wait! I was not given clearance to kill a cave troll, we must retreat!” Xanthos yells “Okay, you engage it and give us cover to run for it.” Turgar replies Xanthos hesitates as the creature charges Haimish who raises his shield in time to deflect a blow for his head, still, the force of the swing knocks the bard onto his back as the creature plows forward. Doopa shakes of the effects of the stunning shot he took and sits up next to the tree he collided with. Still dazed, his ears heard the sounds of battle behind him and his heart forced a rage, bypassing his brain chance to assess the situation. Menthos scurries around to stand over Haimish and point his ring at the troll; a spray of color erupts all around the troll’s head. The beast’s eyes gloss over as he wavers in his stance and is transfixed upon the small pinpoints of light, it even tries to reach out and grab at the lights. Haimish breathes a thank you at Menthos as an enraged Doopa slams into the beast’s side with his club. Turgar follows while Kessen dances around the creature firing arrows into the beast. With an almighty crunch, the troll is felled as it collapses in front of Xanthos. “Kessen, go scout up some tinder, we’re going to need at lot of wood to light this thing up.” Menthos instructs “What! No way! I will not allow you to start a fire in here!” Xanthos screams “Well, he’s just going to wake up again and who knows if the ring works next time or not.” Menthos advises “I don’t care; you’re not starting a fire.” Xanthos pounds a fist into the troll “I’m with Xanthos; we don’t need bad karma from the druids.” Haimish states The rest of the party agrees, outnumbered Menthos concedes and relents. The party hurries away from the beast, trying to get some distance between themselves and the troll before it rises to come looking for them. * Reference to Neuwag's Neck a part of the Cloudwall Mountains [/QUOTE]
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