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<blockquote data-quote="PHDungeon" data-source="post: 5104018" data-attributes="member: 86320"><p>Game Session #11</p><p></p><p>Darren Androsax (human, fighter 5)</p><p>Deryl Androsax (human, sorceress 4)</p><p>Belladonna (changeling, rogue 5)</p><p>Bjorn (human, cleric of Thor 5)</p><p>Torfinn (deva, invoker 4)</p><p></p><p>In our most recent game session, the heroes traveled back north up the Nentir River towards Fallcrest. Due to the orc troubles in the vale, there were few merchants foolhardy enough to risk the journey upriver. However the Swiftwater Halfling clan would not be deterred; they had been plying the river for generations, and it would take more than some orcs to scare them from their work. The Swiftwaters granted the heroes passage on one of their riverboats.</p><p></p><p>While stopped over in the town of Moonstair, the heroes learned that a particularly troublesome troll had been wreaking havoc on the homesteads outside the town walls. It had even recently made a brazen attack on some homes within the town itself. Town militia, and even a pair of seasoned adventures from the Roaringhorn family had been sent out to slay the beast, but none had returned. At the behest of the town’s half elven lord mayor, the heroes took up the task of ridding the town of the nightmare.</p><p></p><p>With the help of a retired alcoholic adventurer named Eric Trollarm (a once great archer whose arm had been torn off by a troll), the heroes tracked the beast to its lair in a nearby gulley.</p><p></p><p>The following is Bella’s journal detailing those events…</p><p></p><p>Today I have faced my first Troll, and it was just as challenging as the tales say. At first I was skeptical, our guide was a filthy, putrid man named Eric Trollarm who was rotting away in his own misery. I would have preferred to leave him in his pit of a home but unfortunately we needed him to find the monsters lair and apparently he was the only one who could lead us. I made certain to stay upwind.</p><p></p><p>Having reached the lair of the beast my first act was to send Cullen in. Although not as potent as Deryl in magic, I am particularly fond and proud of my little familiar. I admit that I find myself envious of the girl’s power. My own skills in the arcane arts are comparatively weak, and the homunculus is useless in a fight. It is his ability to scout that has proven more valuable to me then being able to hurl fireballs. A wise assassin soon learns that knowledge is the greatest power of all.</p><p></p><p>Cullen soon returned and was able to inform me that the Troll was asleep deep in his lair and give a general layout of his cave. My heart racing I entered quietly into its domain and found a suitable spot from which to fire my bolts before letting the rest of my companions enter.</p><p></p><p>I watched in hiding as Derren charged into the cave. He was trying to be quiet, trying being the operative word. He did not seem to realize that I was using him, an act that I would almost feel guilty for in the moments to come…almost. In fact, I would have felt guilt if the oaf hadn’t tried to show me his non-existent scar after the battle… I mean doesn’t he realize that divine healing doesn’t leave scar tissue? He should, he gets it enough.</p><p></p><p>As expected, the troll awakened to the fighter’s presence. The Troll’s head crested its nest. I was horrified to see that hanging around the troll’s neck was a golden skull. It was a possessed. Humans were deadly enough in such a state. I could only imagine how terrible a foe a possessed troll might be. I had act with utmost efficiency, and with a cold chill traveling down my spine I released my bolt. It struck true and the monster screamed in pain. Its red eyes scanned the shadows, completely ignoring Derren and settling upon me. With my death in those eyes it leaped into the air and surely would have reached me if my first shot had not hampered its movement. Instead it fell clumsily near Derren who took the chance to close in on his quarry.</p><p></p><p>Having hobbled my enemy, my second shot ensured that he would stay where he was. As the monster stood I could see the frustration in his face, and the realization that he could not reach me. It turned his full fury upon Derren. I watched as the troll lifted Derren up in the air by the ankles, slammed his body down on the ground like it weighed nothing and then spread his legs and bit down hard between them. I’m sure Derren felt blessed for once that the troll’s jaws were wide enough, and he himself was small enough not to suffer any permanent damage, but it still made my eyes water to watch.</p><p></p><p>Bjorn was able to reach Derren in time to heal him, and the rest of the battle went without serious incident. Deryl proved to be particularly effective. Our weapons were not as effective as usual, for the thing was healing much of the damage were causing at a phenomenal rate. It wasn’t until Deryl hurled some kind of acid upon it that we all could see that it could not heal. She may be a child, and she may be an Androsax but that doesn’t make her a fool. The intelligent sorceress saw her advantage and pressed it. If we had not had her there the fight would have gone on longer and been a lot tougher. I still believe that this life is still not the life for a girl of her age, but more and more I am finding that I am glad she is with us rather than not. Besides, she is stubborn and even if we left her behind I am sure she would find a way to follow us. It is better to have her here where we can watch her than alone upon our trail. Once Derren dies I shall have to insist that she continue to travel with us. I can already see that Torfin would be indifferent; it would be Bjorn that I would have to convince. I’m sure I could, if pressed, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PHDungeon, post: 5104018, member: 86320"] Game Session #11 Darren Androsax (human, fighter 5) Deryl Androsax (human, sorceress 4) Belladonna (changeling, rogue 5) Bjorn (human, cleric of Thor 5) Torfinn (deva, invoker 4) In our most recent game session, the heroes traveled back north up the Nentir River towards Fallcrest. Due to the orc troubles in the vale, there were few merchants foolhardy enough to risk the journey upriver. However the Swiftwater Halfling clan would not be deterred; they had been plying the river for generations, and it would take more than some orcs to scare them from their work. The Swiftwaters granted the heroes passage on one of their riverboats. While stopped over in the town of Moonstair, the heroes learned that a particularly troublesome troll had been wreaking havoc on the homesteads outside the town walls. It had even recently made a brazen attack on some homes within the town itself. Town militia, and even a pair of seasoned adventures from the Roaringhorn family had been sent out to slay the beast, but none had returned. At the behest of the town’s half elven lord mayor, the heroes took up the task of ridding the town of the nightmare. With the help of a retired alcoholic adventurer named Eric Trollarm (a once great archer whose arm had been torn off by a troll), the heroes tracked the beast to its lair in a nearby gulley. The following is Bella’s journal detailing those events… Today I have faced my first Troll, and it was just as challenging as the tales say. At first I was skeptical, our guide was a filthy, putrid man named Eric Trollarm who was rotting away in his own misery. I would have preferred to leave him in his pit of a home but unfortunately we needed him to find the monsters lair and apparently he was the only one who could lead us. I made certain to stay upwind. Having reached the lair of the beast my first act was to send Cullen in. Although not as potent as Deryl in magic, I am particularly fond and proud of my little familiar. I admit that I find myself envious of the girl’s power. My own skills in the arcane arts are comparatively weak, and the homunculus is useless in a fight. It is his ability to scout that has proven more valuable to me then being able to hurl fireballs. A wise assassin soon learns that knowledge is the greatest power of all. Cullen soon returned and was able to inform me that the Troll was asleep deep in his lair and give a general layout of his cave. My heart racing I entered quietly into its domain and found a suitable spot from which to fire my bolts before letting the rest of my companions enter. I watched in hiding as Derren charged into the cave. He was trying to be quiet, trying being the operative word. He did not seem to realize that I was using him, an act that I would almost feel guilty for in the moments to come…almost. In fact, I would have felt guilt if the oaf hadn’t tried to show me his non-existent scar after the battle… I mean doesn’t he realize that divine healing doesn’t leave scar tissue? He should, he gets it enough. As expected, the troll awakened to the fighter’s presence. The Troll’s head crested its nest. I was horrified to see that hanging around the troll’s neck was a golden skull. It was a possessed. Humans were deadly enough in such a state. I could only imagine how terrible a foe a possessed troll might be. I had act with utmost efficiency, and with a cold chill traveling down my spine I released my bolt. It struck true and the monster screamed in pain. Its red eyes scanned the shadows, completely ignoring Derren and settling upon me. With my death in those eyes it leaped into the air and surely would have reached me if my first shot had not hampered its movement. Instead it fell clumsily near Derren who took the chance to close in on his quarry. Having hobbled my enemy, my second shot ensured that he would stay where he was. As the monster stood I could see the frustration in his face, and the realization that he could not reach me. It turned his full fury upon Derren. I watched as the troll lifted Derren up in the air by the ankles, slammed his body down on the ground like it weighed nothing and then spread his legs and bit down hard between them. I’m sure Derren felt blessed for once that the troll’s jaws were wide enough, and he himself was small enough not to suffer any permanent damage, but it still made my eyes water to watch. Bjorn was able to reach Derren in time to heal him, and the rest of the battle went without serious incident. Deryl proved to be particularly effective. Our weapons were not as effective as usual, for the thing was healing much of the damage were causing at a phenomenal rate. It wasn’t until Deryl hurled some kind of acid upon it that we all could see that it could not heal. She may be a child, and she may be an Androsax but that doesn’t make her a fool. The intelligent sorceress saw her advantage and pressed it. If we had not had her there the fight would have gone on longer and been a lot tougher. I still believe that this life is still not the life for a girl of her age, but more and more I am finding that I am glad she is with us rather than not. Besides, she is stubborn and even if we left her behind I am sure she would find a way to follow us. It is better to have her here where we can watch her than alone upon our trail. Once Derren dies I shall have to insist that she continue to travel with us. I can already see that Torfin would be indifferent; it would be Bjorn that I would have to convince. I’m sure I could, if pressed, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. [/QUOTE]
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