The appearance of the troll momentarily takes Terrlynn's eyes away from her target and her punch swings wide to the left of the tattooed man.
Meanwhile, Cyrano notices the group of drow forming near the entrance to one of The Yawning Portal's many backrooms, a sight that gives him pause. But what truly strikes a chord of apprehension - even fear - in the deep gnome is the shadowed silhouette of the one in the back wearing the wide-brimmed hat...
A cold wave of fear washes over Cyrano at the sight of the drow. He pushes aside the memories of his time as an indentured servant in the houses of Menzoberanzan and starts to make his way back to Devol. Suddenly he's feeling like this is a place he no longer wants to be. Making sure to keep the table to his left between himself and the brawl, he circles around the south side of it and makes his way towards the bar. As soon as he can see Devol he tries to get her to join him.
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Cyrano uses dash. If my count is correct he should be able to get next to the barstool south west of the male orc.
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GANG 4 The sight of the troll gives the gangster pause for a moment. He can see that his boss is in trouble, but thinks better against rushing to his aid...especially across the ball bearings that "someone" had scattered across the floor between him and Krentz and the troll. He turns his attention back to the axe-wielding orc and takes another swing at him with his blade:
Attack (Scimitar): 4 vs. AC 13 (Orc); dealing 7 slashing damage on a hit.
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"Awww... man !"
"Yo, Dee ?"Lebron asked mournfully, turning towards Durnan after poking his head out to see the scene ahead, "Is that me trippin', or is that a goddarned Troll that just crawled outta this-there hole, uh ? Hey man, I mean you see the size of that thing ? You get them big boys steppin' up often, or what ?"
He flopped back down and started frantically digging through a thin, discrete quiver he kept strapped underneath his flashy cloak, while grasping around for his bow: luckily the thing hadn't fallen too far off after that big gal had flung him across the room in the wrong direction. He really would need to have a word with her about that, if any of them survived this, he thought matter-of-factly as he loaded the weapon, then quickly took aim towards the Stirge that had just taken flight across the room. "Stirges, too... Ugh ! I hate 'em damn things !"
After he took his shot he went back to his safe spot behind the bar and asked the barkeep, looking up at him from his crouching position: "Hey Dee ? Don't you ever tell anyone you saw me in such... undignified position, y' hear ? Damn this, I just was gonna grab a drink, is all ! Talkin' of being close to the ground, though: you don't happen to have any sort of soapy water or even some nice sludge from your last room-cleanin', do ya ? I be thinkin' that big troll feller be needin' a bit of help fallin' back down that big ole hole, seewuttamsayin' ? If not, a nice heavy beer barrel could do, too !"
* Bonus Action:Stealthagain to pop out with Advantage + Sneak if possible = 21 * Action: Shoots at the most dangerous-looking Stirge with his short bow = Attack: 26 Damage: 12 and 5 Sneak Damage on a Hit. * Movement: pops back down behind the bar - and moves a few feet along it under 'crouching cover' (lol) if needed - to prep his next Stealth / bow shot or whatnot. * Free Action: talks at Durnan (-; but def could use any of what the bar can offer in terms of... 'tactical' tools.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Lebron easily picks off the stirge that was soaring back and forth over head before ducking back down behind the bar. Durnan casually puts down the mug has was polishing with a dish rag and reaches past the elf towards a long, gleaming greatsword hanging from a couple of pegs. "We get stuff like that crawling up out of Undermountain from time to time. They usually arrive already pretty injured...they gots to move through quite a bit down there before they find the hole, which is almost 15 stories deep. If i'm bein' honest, it makes fer some great press, if there's a newspaper man in here when it happens...just so happens we have the famed Volothamp Geddarm in our midst tonight."
Durnan motions towards a bucket of soapy water resting on the bar, "You can make use of that, if you want," he says before climbing over the bar with the massive greatsword in hand. "Excuse me for a second, will you?"
GANG 2 The gangster bends down to retrieve his weapon and then moves defensively away from Terrlynn to get into position behind Durnan to assist with intercepting the Troll
GANG 3 The gangster also takes up a defensive stance and moves eastward being careful to navigate around the bag of ball bearings that was spilled on the floor
Action (Disengage): moves 30 feet east stopping near the edge of the massive hole in the center of the tavern.
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YAGRA The half-orc, seeing an opening, attempts to shove the tattooed man towards the troll:
Multi-attack #1 (Shove): 22 vs. DC 11 (Krentz) pushing the target 5 feet away on a success.
If the first attempt is unsuccessful, she will try a second time: Multi-attack #2 (Shove): 9 vs. DC 18 (Krentz) pushing the target 5 feet away on a success.
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GANG 1 "Hey! No fair!" shouts the gangster at the half-orc female and takes another couple of swings at her with his scimitar
Multi-attack #1 (Scimitar): 11 vs. AC 11 (Yagra); dealing 3 slashing damage on a hit. Multi-attack #2 (Scimitar): 23 vs. AC 11 (Yagra); dealing 4 slashing damage on a hit.
ORC The male orc wants no part of the quarrel with the troll, but seizes the initiative to make another strike at the ganster standing next to him:
Attack (Greataxe): 17 vs. AC 11 (GANG 4); dealing 13 slashing damage on a hit.
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TROLL The troll snaps it's huge maw out at Durnan and then takes a couple of swings at the tattooed man at it's feet:
Multi-attack #1 (Bite): 9 vs. AC 16 (Durnan); dealing 6 piercing damage on a hit. Multi-attack #2 (Claws): 24 vs. AC 11 (Krentz); dealing 10 slashing damage on a hit. Multi-attack #3 (Claws): 19 vs. AC 11 (Krentz); dealing 9 slashing damage on a hit.
Meanwhile, the two remaining stirges detach from the troll and begin circling overhead looking for their next victim:
STIRGE 1 Action (Dodge): soars 20 feet up and begins to weave erratically back and forth.
STIRGE 2 Action (Dodge): soars 20 feet up and begins to weave erratically back and forth
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Devol sighed as the troll and stirges emerge from the hole. "Well, hell."She sheathes her sword, takes a step back, and readies her bow, and looses an arrow at one of the flying stirges.
Longbow attack on STIRGE 1: 15; Damage on hit - 9 Piercing
Devol nails one of the stirges to the ceiling with an arrow; the small creature bursts like a swollen tick spilling green blood on the troll below...the thick, viscous fluid slowly seeps into the monster's skin, regenerating some of it's life force!!
"Runnin from a fight?" Tarrlynn shouted as the man moved away from her. Rather than chase after him, she turned to his friend right next to her. She flexed her knuckles and launched one attack into his kidneys and then a stinging kick to the legs.
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Cyrano tugs at Devols arm. " This isn't our fight. I think we should get out of here. No payday here for us. Come on, let's go now while everyone is distracted."
Terrlynn's kidney punches misses the mark, but her follow-up leg-sweep sends the gangster into a cartwheel, landing him on his head. He attempted to lift himself off the ground for a second, but then either voluntarily or involuntarily, he collapses again as his consciousness slipped into a sweet, tingling darkness.
Meanwhile, Cyrano became increasingly nervous as he watched a simple bar brawl rapidly evolve into a lethal confrontation with a dangerous, injured monster. His fight-or-flight response had began to take over, especially considering the group of sinister-looking drow who were now gathered in observation of the melee - and had possibly spotted him in the process. But his meager plea for a tactical retreat was likely not convincing enough for Devol to want to give up just yet...the devil-woman seemed to be bursting with glee as she watched the chaos unfold...
GANGSTER 4 Reeling from the severe blow by an axe-wielding orc, the gangster then watched in horror as the rampaging troll tore his boss into pieces of lifeless, bloody gore while the head and neck of one of his other comrades was bent into a sickeningly acute angle as he impacted the floor. The man quickly decided that this was not the hill he was prepared to die on..."Good day to you, gentlemen," he said politely as he sheathed his weapon and made haste for the door...
Action (Disengage): moves 30 feet south towards the southern exit of The Yawning Portal
Meanwhile, Lebron takes a deep breath and vaults over the bar then does a beeline for the troll, yet stopping short of its reach and making sure to leave the full length of one of the heavy wooden tables between him and the monstrous being as he chugs the bucket and its contents at the Troll's clawed feet, hoping to spill it all over the stone ridge by the yawning gap where the creature stands.
"Yo, Dee !" he calls out to Durnan, after he empties the slop bucket and already starts moving back away, "do the right thing, aight ? Give that big mother a push and kick his troll butt back down the bottom !"
Move + Dash Bonus Action (50 feet): gets over the bar with the bucket and stops about 10-15 feet west of that troll, on the other side of the table. Action: throws bucket contents at Troll's feet. If attack needed, using Improvized Weapon (non-proficient) and targeting the floor: 13 Moves the remaining 10 feet back towards Terlynn and Devol.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
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The soapy dish bucket soars through the air in an elegant arc with most of the contents staying inside the vessel until it hit it's mark. The troll barely seemed to notice when the bucket struck - it did no damage, but that wasn't exactly the point in the first place.
Durnan pursed his chin, seeming to understand the intent of Lebron's tactic. "Aye, good thinkin' boy...in most cases anyways. However that there is a troll, and the pesky thing about trolls is that they ain't dead until you burn 'em with fire or acid..." He pulls a small flask of oil from a pouch at his waist and handed it to the gangster behind him, who looked puzzled as he wasn't quite sure what Durnan meant for him to do with the item. With all the grace of a lion-tamer, The barkeep calmly tilted his head back as the troll lashed out at him, and then - amazingly - he beckoned the crowd closer as if putting on some kind sideshow that was half alligator-wrangling, half self-defense class.
"Y'see folks, if we kick him down that there well-shaft right now, he'll just crawl back out here in another hour or two...." Durnan gripped his ridiculously large greatsword in both hands, dodged another swipe from the troll and continued with his clinic: "The trick is, you got to hurt 'em up pretty good first, then set 'em a light," and with that, Durnan launched a brutal assault with his magical weapon:
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 25 vs.AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 11 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 18 vs. AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 11 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 19 vs.AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 9 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 26 vs. AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 13 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
GANGSTER 2 The man now seemed to understand what Durnan meant for the flask of oil, and throws it at the troll's feet. The small clay container smashed open easily, spilling it's volatile contents all over the floor, which due to it's density floated on top of Lebron's soapy water.
The man the beat a hasty retreat towards the northern exit of the tavern.
GANGSTER 3 This man also followed Durnan's lead, and pulled a torch from his pack and held it out over one of the candles at the table next to him, setting it ablaze.
YAGRA The female half-orc took the opportunity to better her position and gingerly leaned against the table in front of her and carefully lifted her feet off the ball bearings scattered on the floor beneath her. She transferred her weight onto the table and then swung her legs around and escaped a few feet to the north, out of reach of the troll, but still close enough to aid Durnan should the man need it.
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The appearance of the troll momentarily takes Terrlynn's eyes away from her target and her punch swings wide to the left of the tattooed man.
Meanwhile, Cyrano notices the group of drow forming near the entrance to one of The Yawning Portal's many backrooms, a sight that gives him pause. But what truly strikes a chord of apprehension - even fear - in the deep gnome is the shadowed silhouette of the one in the back wearing the wide-brimmed hat...
A cold wave of fear washes over Cyrano at the sight of the drow. He pushes aside the memories of his time as an indentured servant in the houses of Menzoberanzan and starts to make his way back to Devol. Suddenly he's feeling like this is a place he no longer wants to be. Making sure to keep the table to his left between himself and the brawl, he circles around the south side of it and makes his way towards the bar. As soon as he can see Devol he tries to get her to join him.
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Cyrano uses dash. If my count is correct he should be able to get next to the barstool south west of the male orc.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
GANG 4
The sight of the troll gives the gangster pause for a moment. He can see that his boss is in trouble, but thinks better against rushing to his aid...especially across the ball bearings that "someone" had scattered across the floor between him and Krentz and the troll. He turns his attention back to the axe-wielding orc and takes another swing at him with his blade:
Attack (Scimitar): 4 vs. AC 13 (Orc); dealing 7 slashing damage on a hit.
"Awww... man !"
"Yo, Dee ?" Lebron asked mournfully, turning towards Durnan after poking his head out to see the scene ahead, "Is that me trippin', or is that a goddarned Troll that just crawled outta this-there hole, uh ? Hey man, I mean you see the size of that thing ? You get them big boys steppin' up often, or what ?"
He flopped back down and started frantically digging through a thin, discrete quiver he kept strapped underneath his flashy cloak, while grasping around for his bow: luckily the thing hadn't fallen too far off after that big gal had flung him across the room in the wrong direction. He really would need to have a word with her about that, if any of them survived this, he thought matter-of-factly as he loaded the weapon, then quickly took aim towards the Stirge that had just taken flight across the room.
"Stirges, too... Ugh ! I hate 'em damn things !"
After he took his shot he went back to his safe spot behind the bar and asked the barkeep, looking up at him from his crouching position: "Hey Dee ? Don't you ever tell anyone you saw me in such... undignified position, y' hear ? Damn this, I just was gonna grab a drink, is all ! Talkin' of being close to the ground, though: you don't happen to have any sort of soapy water or even some nice sludge from your last room-cleanin', do ya ? I be thinkin' that big troll feller be needin' a bit of help fallin' back down that big ole hole, seewuttamsayin' ? If not, a nice heavy beer barrel could do, too !"
* Bonus Action: Stealth again to pop out with Advantage + Sneak if possible = 21
* Action: Shoots at the most dangerous-looking Stirge with his short bow = Attack: 26 Damage: 12 and 5 Sneak Damage on a Hit.
* Movement: pops back down behind the bar - and moves a few feet along it under 'crouching cover' (lol) if needed - to prep his next Stealth / bow shot or whatnot.
* Free Action: talks at Durnan (-; but def could use any of what the bar can offer in terms of... 'tactical' tools.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Lebron easily picks off the stirge that was soaring back and forth over head before ducking back down behind the bar. Durnan casually puts down the mug has was polishing with a dish rag and reaches past the elf towards a long, gleaming greatsword hanging from a couple of pegs. "We get stuff like that crawling up out of Undermountain from time to time. They usually arrive already pretty injured...they gots to move through quite a bit down there before they find the hole, which is almost 15 stories deep. If i'm bein' honest, it makes fer some great press, if there's a newspaper man in here when it happens...just so happens we have the famed Volothamp Geddarm in our midst tonight."
Durnan motions towards a bucket of soapy water resting on the bar, "You can make use of that, if you want," he says before climbing over the bar with the massive greatsword in hand. "Excuse me for a second, will you?"
DURNAN
Action (Dash): 60 feet towards the Troll
GANG 2
The gangster bends down to retrieve his weapon and then moves defensively away from Terrlynn to get into position behind Durnan to assist with intercepting the Troll
Action (Disengage): moves 15 feet northeast stopping behind Durnan
GANG 3
The gangster also takes up a defensive stance and moves eastward being careful to navigate around the bag of ball bearings that was spilled on the floor
Action (Disengage): moves 30 feet east stopping near the edge of the massive hole in the center of the tavern.
YAGRA
The half-orc, seeing an opening, attempts to shove the tattooed man towards the troll:
Multi-attack #1 (Shove): 22 vs. DC 11 (Krentz) pushing the target 5 feet away on a success.
If the first attempt is unsuccessful, she will try a second time:
Multi-attack #2 (Shove): 9 vs. DC 18 (Krentz) pushing the target 5 feet away on a success.
GANG 1
"Hey! No fair!" shouts the gangster at the half-orc female and takes another couple of swings at her with his scimitar
Multi-attack #1 (Scimitar): 11 vs. AC 11 (Yagra); dealing 3 slashing damage on a hit.
Multi-attack #2 (Scimitar): 23 vs. AC 11 (Yagra); dealing 4 slashing damage on a hit.
ORC
The male orc wants no part of the quarrel with the troll, but seizes the initiative to make another strike at the ganster standing next to him:
Attack (Greataxe): 17 vs. AC 11 (GANG 4); dealing 13 slashing damage on a hit.
TROLL
The troll snaps it's huge maw out at Durnan and then takes a couple of swings at the tattooed man at it's feet:
Multi-attack #1 (Bite): 9 vs. AC 16 (Durnan); dealing 6 piercing damage on a hit.
Multi-attack #2 (Claws): 24 vs. AC 11 (Krentz); dealing 10 slashing damage on a hit.
Multi-attack #3 (Claws): 19 vs. AC 11 (Krentz); dealing 9 slashing damage on a hit.
Meanwhile, the two remaining stirges detach from the troll and begin circling overhead looking for their next victim:
STIRGE 1
Action (Dodge): soars 20 feet up and begins to weave erratically back and forth.
STIRGE 2
Action (Dodge): soars 20 feet up and begins to weave erratically back and forth
Devol sighed as the troll and stirges emerge from the hole. "Well, hell." She sheathes her sword, takes a step back, and readies her bow, and looses an arrow at one of the flying stirges.
Longbow attack on STIRGE 1: 15; Damage on hit - 9 Piercing
Devol nails one of the stirges to the ceiling with an arrow; the small creature bursts like a swollen tick spilling green blood on the troll below...the thick, viscous fluid slowly seeps into the monster's skin, regenerating some of it's life force!!
(OOC: TROLL regains 5 HP)
"Runnin from a fight?" Tarrlynn shouted as the man moved away from her. Rather than chase after him, she turned to his friend right next to her. She flexed her knuckles and launched one attack into his kidneys and then a stinging kick to the legs.
Attack 1: 8 Damage: 7
Attack 2: 25 Damage: 6
Cyrano tugs at Devols arm. " This isn't our fight. I think we should get out of here. No payday here for us. Come on, let's go now while everyone is distracted."
Persuasion: 7
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Terrlynn's kidney punches misses the mark, but her follow-up leg-sweep sends the gangster into a cartwheel, landing him on his head. He attempted to lift himself off the ground for a second, but then either voluntarily or involuntarily, he collapses again as his consciousness slipped into a sweet, tingling darkness.
Meanwhile, Cyrano became increasingly nervous as he watched a simple bar brawl rapidly evolve into a lethal confrontation with a dangerous, injured monster. His fight-or-flight response had began to take over, especially considering the group of sinister-looking drow who were now gathered in observation of the melee - and had possibly spotted him in the process. But his meager plea for a tactical retreat was likely not convincing enough for Devol to want to give up just yet...the devil-woman seemed to be bursting with glee as she watched the chaos unfold...
GANGSTER 4
Reeling from the severe blow by an axe-wielding orc, the gangster then watched in horror as the rampaging troll tore his boss into pieces of lifeless, bloody gore while the head and neck of one of his other comrades was bent into a sickeningly acute angle as he impacted the floor. The man quickly decided that this was not the hill he was prepared to die on..."Good day to you, gentlemen," he said politely as he sheathed his weapon and made haste for the door...
Action (Disengage): moves 30 feet south towards the southern exit of The Yawning Portal
Meanwhile, Lebron takes a deep breath and vaults over the bar then does a beeline for the troll, yet stopping short of its reach and making sure to leave the full length of one of the heavy wooden tables between him and the monstrous being as he chugs the bucket and its contents at the Troll's clawed feet, hoping to spill it all over the stone ridge by the yawning gap where the creature stands.
"Yo, Dee !" he calls out to Durnan, after he empties the slop bucket and already starts moving back away, "do the right thing, aight ? Give that big mother a push and kick his troll butt back down the bottom !"
Move + Dash Bonus Action (50 feet): gets over the bar with the bucket and stops about 10-15 feet west of that troll, on the other side of the table.
Action: throws bucket contents at Troll's feet. If attack needed, using Improvized Weapon (non-proficient) and targeting the floor: 13
Moves the remaining 10 feet back towards Terlynn and Devol.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
The soapy dish bucket soars through the air in an elegant arc with most of the contents staying inside the vessel until it hit it's mark. The troll barely seemed to notice when the bucket struck - it did no damage, but that wasn't exactly the point in the first place.
Durnan pursed his chin, seeming to understand the intent of Lebron's tactic. "Aye, good thinkin' boy...in most cases anyways. However that there is a troll, and the pesky thing about trolls is that they ain't dead until you burn 'em with fire or acid..." He pulls a small flask of oil from a pouch at his waist and handed it to the gangster behind him, who looked puzzled as he wasn't quite sure what Durnan meant for him to do with the item. With all the grace of a lion-tamer, The barkeep calmly tilted his head back as the troll lashed out at him, and then - amazingly - he beckoned the crowd closer as if putting on some kind sideshow that was half alligator-wrangling, half self-defense class.
"Y'see folks, if we kick him down that there well-shaft right now, he'll just crawl back out here in another hour or two...." Durnan gripped his ridiculously large greatsword in both hands, dodged another swipe from the troll and continued with his clinic: "The trick is, you got to hurt 'em up pretty good first, then set 'em a light," and with that, Durnan launched a brutal assault with his magical weapon:
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 25 vs.AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 11 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 18 vs. AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 11 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 19 vs.AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 9 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
Multi-attack (Grimvault): 26 vs. AC 15 (TROLL); dealing 13 slashing damage on a hit. If the attack is a critical hit, Durnan rolls another d20 (0). On a result of 20, he lops off one of the target's limbs.
GANGSTER 2
The man now seemed to understand what Durnan meant for the flask of oil, and throws it at the troll's feet. The small clay container smashed open easily, spilling it's volatile contents all over the floor, which due to it's density floated on top of Lebron's soapy water.
The man the beat a hasty retreat towards the northern exit of the tavern.
GANGSTER 3
This man also followed Durnan's lead, and pulled a torch from his pack and held it out over one of the candles at the table next to him, setting it ablaze.
YAGRA
The female half-orc took the opportunity to better her position and gingerly leaned against the table in front of her and carefully lifted her feet off the ball bearings scattered on the floor beneath her. She transferred her weight onto the table and then swung her legs around and escaped a few feet to the north, out of reach of the troll, but still close enough to aid Durnan should the man need it.