Garona roars with rage and in a flash she rushes forward and slashes out with both of her blades instantly slicing each of the remaining stirges in half and they drop to the floor of the tavern lifelessly.
Coro sees the stirges go down and focuses on the only remaining foe, the troll. He charges forward to protect Adva with his spear but he misses the Troll completely!
As Coro attack with his spear the Troll is distracted from his first victim Adva and turns on Coro who is now within striking range and quickly bites bites him for 9 points of damage then claws him twice for another 19 damage rendering him unconscious!
At this point Adva's spell hits the Troll. A blast of cold is felt in the air around the Troll who hesitates for a moment when he is hit with the blast, but immediately shakes himself and roars apparently unphased by the effects!
As the Troll is roaring, Durnan arrives with a massive sword raised over his head and brings it down with the speed of a much younger man and you hear a loud, sickening "THWICKKK!!!"
The Troll roars again as he recoils, clutching a bloody stump where his left hand once was.
Adva snatches the oil jug out of the air, and briefly bobbles it before grasping it with both hands.
Meanwhile the Troll seems to have recovered from the shock of having its paw hacked off and lunges at Durnan. Biting him on the forearm leaving a bloody gouge in his leather armor. You hear Durnan grunt briefly, "Ungh!" It then tries to claw at Durnan's head but he is too quick and moves out of range for his own attack. His great sword whirling diagonally up at the creature and slashing into its side causing a spray of blue troll blood to fly into Adva's face.
Garona barrels over to Adva, standing now in front of the troll. She takes a large swig of her liquor, holds the torch up to her mouth and blows it on the troll, engulfing the troll in fire. Immediately there is a screeching/wailing sound from the ghastly burning blob. The smell of burning flesh is so intense that the remaining patrons start to flee, gagging as they run outside. The troll has stumbled to the floor.
The Troll writhes in agony on the floor for a moment, then suddenly Durnan is at it's side and with a mighty kick off his boot he sends it sailing back down into the pit from whence it came.
Durnan gazes into the pit for a moment and then quietly sheathes his mighty sword and walks back towards the bar. From over his shoulder you hear him say, "You fought well."
Most of the patrons have either fled or are still hurrying to leave but you hear shouting and turn to see a man waving as he pushes against the tide of patrons staying clear of the pit to greet the characters, lavishing praise on them for their bravery (whether justified or not): “You be adventurers, am I right? I could use your help. Let’s find a table to talk, shall we?”
You follow the man to a nearby table and he orders a round of drinks. He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”