CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

Sir Merrick bleeds heavily from the horrific giant's claw rendings. He takes a step back then whirls and slashes again with his glaive before the beast's long reach can lash out at his back, choosing to risk going down fighting rather than be cut down in retreat.

ooc move 5' back provoking no AoO from the troll then once in position for his reach weapon he attacks Glaive +7 1d10+6 x3 slashing
 

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Combat, round 7

From his perch on the ceiling, Jinx watches his companions struggle against the troll, unsure of what to do now that most of his spell power has been used.

[sblock=Jinx' Current Spells]
Spells Prepared:
0-lvl: detect magic, detect magic, light, disrupt undead.
1-lvl: mage armor, ray of enfeeblement, color spray.
2-lvl: scorching ray, spiderclimb
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Ciaran grimaces as he watches Merrick get struck terribly by the giant. I must work fast, he thinks. Any attempt to restrain it is likely useless, because of its strength...which is less. There is a chance... A small chance... Or he can blind it. He gathers eldritch energies around him, pulls them tight, then fires a shower of sparks again, covering the troll.

Deren steps closer while tossing another dagger at the Troll, hoping to have more luck with this throw than the last. The blade sinks deep into the troll, inflicting even more damage to the rugged creautre's body.

Seeing Sir Merrick's peril, Aeron calls, "I have too little left. Sir Merrick, fall behind me." The cleric knows he is not the best of warriors, but can do no more right now than fight alongside his companions.

Shoon gives an annoyed grunt at the ineffectiveness of his attacks, he isn't sure what else to do though so he continues attacking with his nunchaku. This time his strike is very well placed as he smashes his weapon into the troll's throat.

"Back off Merick." Calls the champion, he swings once more his chain, hoping to crush it on top of the Troll's torso. His hopes are answered, as his chain crushes down on the troll's head, toppling it to the ground...

Sir Merrick bleeds heavily from the horrific giant's claw rendings. He takes a step back, but seeing the creature tumble the knight simply stands at the ready.

As its wounds begin to close, though, the creature blindly tries to regain its feet, only to be put back down by a powerful slash Merrick's glaive.

Despite the massive amount of wounds, the troll's body twitches as it lays on the ground, and you can see the bloody cuts and slashes knitting themselves back together.




Initiative Count

Jinx 24, delay
Ciaran 24, cast glitterdust (DC16)
Deren 24, 5' step, attack vrs troll 22 (success), damage 6
Aeron 17, moves
Shoon 17, 5' step, attack vrs troll "20" (threat), confirm 17 (critical), damage 11
Zirat 8, attack vrs troll 18 (success), damage 9
Merrick 6, ready action
Troll 6, will save vrs DC16 11 (failure)
Merrick 6, attack vrs troll 21 (success), damage 15


PC Status
Merrick 2/22
Shoon 16/18
Zirat 27/31
Jinx 15/15; mage armor (approx 2 hour 30 mins left) for AC17



[sblock=Opponent Status - Players No Look!]

Owlbear dead
Troll -12/63 - 48/63, STR reduced to 16 (-3 attack, -3 damage), blinded 3 rounds

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"Huh," Deren says as he moves forward and grabs his dagger(s) from the Troll. "Anyone have any clever ideas on how to stop this thing from healing?" he asks. "I always worry about things pretending to be dead and coming after me later, but this time, we at least know it's still leaving."
 

As Deren moves in close to retrieve his daggers, his keen eye notes something...only the bruises and cuts are healing. The burns from Jinx' spell do not seem to healing like the rest of the creautre's wounds.
 

"Weird," Deren says as his eyes catch the scorch marks. "Only our physical attacks are healing." He touches the burnt place on the monster's body. "I think we need more fire," he tells the others. "I'm not sure how much yet though."
 

Zirat

Thanks Kord, I'll give this body something to think about as he heals himself,
And the something is my Gauntlet.

Zirat puts on his Spiked Gauntlet and begin to strike the troll's face. eyes, nose, ears, teeth, nothing is immune from the gladiator's wrath.
 

Sir Merrick stands guard as well, chopping repeatedly with his glaive, ready to lash out if it tries to rise.

"We will keep it down, anybody have oil or a torch to burn it with?Quickly before others come."
 

"I do not," Aeron responds to Sir Merrick. "My torch's flame is magical and does not burn." As the others continue to keep the troll down, Aeron uses nearly the rest of his magic to heal Sir Merrick.
[sblock=OOC]3 cure minor wounds[/sblock]
 

OOC: If we assume that we carried most of the stuff from my wagon with us then we definitely have oil flasks as well as flint and tinder. Also, some manacles that are too small for this thing...
 

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