Nearos, jump on top of the bar. Finding his mark and tossing a Molotov at the prone troll "Drink are on the house!" As he made his way further down the bar near the cegs of ale. "Theirs plenty more of that, if you like" he grins stupidly. Keeping the remaining bottles safe from the occasion
Nearos tosses a bottle at the troll which shatters and drenched it's face in alcohol, it didn't seem to hurt the monster much, but it does seem annoyed.
The bat-like creature that attacked first removed itself from the unmoving man and flew off and dove back into the well.
Runa feeling a sense of accomplishment that it work decided to try again. She runs to a closers table nearer to the troll and flips the table up. After seeing the elf through the bottle of alcohol on the troll she quickly produces her flame again and throws it to the troll.
The ball of fire launches from Runa's hand and flies towards the troll, setting more of it's body ablaze than before (1+7). It screams in pain as the fire continues to burn it's body.
The two remaining bat-like creatures fly about trying to get another victim to drain of their life blood (Attack: 21 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll., Attack: 14 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.).
The two bat-like creatures attempted to drink from the bartender... A mistake they paid with their lives. Durnan the bartender swung a large heavy sword which destroyed the large bugs. he seems annoyed now, he hopped over the bar to begin directing people to safe spots in the tavern.
The troll, angered, burned and still on the floor, tried to swipe a claw at the dwarf (Attack: 12 Damage: 11).
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The claw missed and Dain laughed in the troll's face, "Hah! Is yer eyes burning too!?" He laughed, for a moment he was worried that the monster would deal the killing blow, but the dwarf caught his second wind (8 health gain). The dwarf then swung his hammer once more, down upon the troll (Attack: 21 Damage: 13). The troll was looking close to death's door, but he struggle to stay with life.
Nearos stops dead in his tracks, mind fix fixated on the prone troll. Popping the top off the ale bottle. Taking a swig of it. Spitting the moment his conclusion was confirmed. "Durnan you slimy scumbag. This shit is watered down!" Dropping the bottles as he stepped off the bar. "This is why you have trolls" staring from the other edge of the bar, nearing the steps.
Durnan swung his great sword and destroyed another stirge. He turns to look to Nearos and calls out , "If you don't like the drinks, don't buy it, there's always the Black Antler's tavern!"
Runa rushed from her position behind the table and ran straight for the troll since it was on its last legs and pulled out her weapon and aimed her scimitar at its neck to slash it off. Yelling to the dwarf nearest to the troll, “This is my kill!”
A clean cut from Runa's blade cut the troll's head clean off, which then rolled by her feet.
"Hah! Good cut, girl" The dwarf laughed as his shoulders dropped. The crowd seem to quiet for a second, but only a second, then the troll's head moved then snapped at Runa, attempting a bite upon her. Attack: 10 Damage: 8.
While the head was still attacking, the decapitated body slowly got back to it's feet.
"What the hell!?" Dain yelled out as he gripped upon his hammer tightly again.
"You have to kill it with fire!" Durnan the barkeep yelled out as he made sure the last stirge was dead.
Tossing yet another bottle at the troll. A grin appears on his devilish face. His face finally becoming visible to all to see the shadow elf. Rune like Mark's etched about his face & disappearing beneath his cowl. "How about we really get this party, lite?" A small fuchsia colored star like spec zipped across the room towards the troll "Fire!! BOILTA!!!" 6
The troll, both it's head and body stop moving as it's head burns to a crisp.
As the silence came, all the patrons looked about for a moment to make sure the danger was over. Once that was realized, there were sighs of relief and an applause towards those who fought the monster. Dain the watchman dwarf chuckled. He looked over to Nearos and gave him an acknowledged nod, then as he passed Runa he said "Ye did good, lass" before walking over to Durnan.
Some of the patrons, including Durnan and Dain, worked together to throw what was left of the troll down the well, "Free drinks and meal to the heroes" Durnan said, though not too excitedly, but still appreciative. The waitress with brunette hair nodded and hurried to the kitchen to inform the chef, "Pick a table" the barkeep gestured to Runa, Nearos, and Dain.
Admist all the celebration and cheering the door to the tavern open and another monstrosity entered. It was a decent sized creature with a head that was wrinkled and colorful with streaks of yellow, black and green dashing across it's skin from between it's nostrils to the base of it's neck and into it's shell. Around it's neck it was wearing a silver necklace with funny looking symbol without further inspection it was hard to discern. As it walk further into the room you could see more hypnotic designs on it's back with splotches of black surrounded by yellow and green lines. You would think it was another monster if you was not familiar with the tortle race. It waddle over to the bar and lifted a hand while rummaging through a pouch in it's side. "Good evening," said the tortle. His voice like a musical chello's lowest e chord vibrating in the air. It had bass to it, but was soft to the ears. "Could I...perchance...have some...Milk mam."
He sat at a stool at the bar. When he turned and looked at the heroes for a second before finally pulling out some dark substance and placing it in his mouth. He began to chew away at it while waiting for a response.
Nearos nods towards Dian before taking his seat. Noticing the Tortles as it appearched the bar, taking a seat noting the unusal appearnce of the tortle kinds around these neck of the allies. he chuckles taking a sig of his ale before pulling out his rital bag to summon forth Blunthemoth. "So what business do you have Dain? I know you usally prefer the comforts of your patrols & ale" As he slipped the last piece of Blunthemouth into his mouth. Snapping, his fingers as it's magically spark the joint into life! ignoring the rest of the world around him. Nearos, always had a nack for minding his own business. Unless, there was something worth while.
Seeing as everything was over Runa felt there was no need to linger but could not resist the urge to sit down and rest. She felt tired as it was her first time dealing with such a creature. Runa glances around the tavern noticing the new arrival. She sat with the two other warriors uncomfortable and cautious.
No harm in getting a free meal and drink she thought to her self and listened intently to the others conversations.
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Nearos, jump on top of the bar. Finding his mark and tossing a Molotov at the prone troll "Drink are on the house!" As he made his way further down the bar near the cegs of ale. "Theirs plenty more of that, if you like" he grins stupidly. Keeping the remaining bottles safe from the occasion
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Nearos tosses a bottle at the troll which shatters and drenched it's face in alcohol, it didn't seem to hurt the monster much, but it does seem annoyed.
The bat-like creature that attacked first removed itself from the unmoving man and flew off and dove back into the well.
Runa feeling a sense of accomplishment that it work decided to try again. She runs to a closers table nearer to the troll and flips the table up. After seeing the elf through the bottle of alcohol on the troll she quickly produces her flame again and throws it to the troll.
19 + 3
The ball of fire launches from Runa's hand and flies towards the troll, setting more of it's body ablaze than before (1+7). It screams in pain as the fire continues to burn it's body.
The two remaining bat-like creatures fly about trying to get another victim to drain of their life blood (Attack: 21 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll., Attack: 14 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.).
The two bat-like creatures attempted to drink from the bartender... A mistake they paid with their lives. Durnan the bartender swung a large heavy sword which destroyed the large bugs. he seems annoyed now, he hopped over the bar to begin directing people to safe spots in the tavern.
The troll, angered, burned and still on the floor, tried to swipe a claw at the dwarf (Attack: 12 Damage: 11).
The claw missed and Dain laughed in the troll's face, "Hah! Is yer eyes burning too!?" He laughed, for a moment he was worried that the monster would deal the killing blow, but the dwarf caught his second wind (8 health gain). The dwarf then swung his hammer once more, down upon the troll (Attack: 21 Damage: 13). The troll was looking close to death's door, but he struggle to stay with life.
Nearos stops dead in his tracks, mind fix fixated on the prone troll. Popping the top off the ale bottle. Taking a swig of it. Spitting the moment his conclusion was confirmed. "Durnan you slimy scumbag. This shit is watered down!" Dropping the bottles as he stepped off the bar. "This is why you have trolls" staring from the other edge of the bar, nearing the steps.
Durnan swung his great sword and destroyed another stirge. He turns to look to Nearos and calls out , "If you don't like the drinks, don't buy it, there's always the Black Antler's tavern!"
Runa rushed from her position behind the table and ran straight for the troll since it was on its last legs and pulled out her weapon and aimed her scimitar at its neck to slash it off. Yelling to the dwarf nearest to the troll, “This is my kill!”
Runa's scimitar attack against the Troll: Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Success!
A clean cut from Runa's blade cut the troll's head clean off, which then rolled by her feet.
"Hah! Good cut, girl" The dwarf laughed as his shoulders dropped. The crowd seem to quiet for a second, but only a second, then the troll's head moved then snapped at Runa, attempting a bite upon her. Attack: 10 Damage: 8.
While the head was still attacking, the decapitated body slowly got back to it's feet.
"What the hell!?" Dain yelled out as he gripped upon his hammer tightly again.
"You have to kill it with fire!" Durnan the barkeep yelled out as he made sure the last stirge was dead.
The troll's head managed to miss Runa, nearly catching her ankle.
Dain came in and slammed his hammer down upon the severed head while asking Runa, "Can you burn it again like you did before?"
Attack: 22 Damage: 7
Tossing yet another bottle at the troll. A grin appears on his devilish face. His face finally becoming visible to all to see the shadow elf. Rune like Mark's etched about his face & disappearing beneath his cowl. "How about we really get this party, lite?" A small fuchsia colored star like spec zipped across the room towards the troll "Fire!! BOILTA!!!" 6
The bolt of fire flies from Nearos' hand but barely misses the troll.
"Yes" Runa nods her head under the cloak answer the drawf. She conjures her flame again and hurls it towards the decapitated troll head.
7 + 3
Runa hurls the flame at the troll head (Atk: 7+3+3; Damage: 1).
The troll, both it's head and body stop moving as it's head burns to a crisp.
As the silence came, all the patrons looked about for a moment to make sure the danger was over. Once that was realized, there were sighs of relief and an applause towards those who fought the monster. Dain the watchman dwarf chuckled. He looked over to Nearos and gave him an acknowledged nod, then as he passed Runa he said "Ye did good, lass" before walking over to Durnan.
Some of the patrons, including Durnan and Dain, worked together to throw what was left of the troll down the well, "Free drinks and meal to the heroes" Durnan said, though not too excitedly, but still appreciative. The waitress with brunette hair nodded and hurried to the kitchen to inform the chef, "Pick a table" the barkeep gestured to Runa, Nearos, and Dain.
Admist all the celebration and cheering the door to the tavern open and another monstrosity entered. It was a decent sized creature with a head that was wrinkled and colorful with streaks of yellow, black and green dashing across it's skin from between it's nostrils to the base of it's neck and into it's shell. Around it's neck it was wearing a silver necklace with funny looking symbol without further inspection it was hard to discern. As it walk further into the room you could see more hypnotic designs on it's back with splotches of black surrounded by yellow and green lines. You would think it was another monster if you was not familiar with the tortle race. It waddle over to the bar and lifted a hand while rummaging through a pouch in it's side. "Good evening," said the tortle. His voice like a musical chello's lowest e chord vibrating in the air. It had bass to it, but was soft to the ears. "Could I...perchance...have some...Milk mam."
He sat at a stool at the bar. When he turned and looked at the heroes for a second before finally pulling out some dark substance and placing it in his mouth. He began to chew away at it while waiting for a response.
Nearos nods towards Dian before taking his seat. Noticing the Tortles as it appearched the bar, taking a seat noting the unusal appearnce of the tortle kinds around these neck of the allies. he chuckles taking a sig of his ale before pulling out his rital bag to summon forth Blunthemoth. "So what business do you have Dain? I know you usally prefer the comforts of your patrols & ale" As he slipped the last piece of Blunthemouth into his mouth. Snapping, his fingers as it's magically spark the joint into life! ignoring the rest of the world around him. Nearos, always had a nack for minding his own business. Unless, there was something worth while.
Seeing as everything was over Runa felt there was no need to linger but could not resist the urge to sit down and rest. She felt tired as it was her first time dealing with such a creature. Runa glances around the tavern noticing the new arrival. She sat with the two other warriors uncomfortable and cautious.
No harm in getting a free meal and drink she thought to her self and listened intently to the others conversations.