Jorah had heard the group discussing the man called Volo, and peered at the chatty growing group of people. He was somewhat tempted to get involved with them, but he knew all to well the general reaction to his kind, however, he figured he could still learn a thing or two from listening. Thus, he stealthily scrambled under a few tables and chairs, taking advantage of his small frame to avoid the eyes of the majority of patrons. He then ducked around the corner of the bar, sitting himself down on the floor to listen in on the group. He put his book away, instead swiping out some dried meat from his bag to snack on. His good stayed low over his face, only revealing his snout and scales.
As the group settles down for drinks while waiting for Volo the excitement near the well grows. The party of young adventurers is making ready to go down.
As the first one goes for the rope to descend a large half orc grabs him and pulls him toward him.
" You think you're better than the rest of us." he says, words slurring a bit, " You need to parade before going down ? Why you just give me your money now and go home to your mother kid."
The adventurer bristles, stepping back and putting a hand on his weapon and his friends move to his back. Behind the half orc several man get up. They look like thugs and have the scars of a hard life to show it.
As they are about to go a large green hand grabs the young adventurer and pulls him inside the well.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures, stirges , are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “troll !”
For all:
You don't need to make an initiative roll.
RP what your character is doing and roll for attacks to see if you his or not. Roll for skills and spells also of course.
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Hearing the drunk half-orc start to make a ruckus Duncan says, half to himself, half to the group "Ah! Not all business then! This is more like it!" He then stands up, grabs his glaive, and starts to walk towards the group, eyes locked on the large half-orc, though noticing his group behind. A few steps before he reaches the group he calls out "HEY!", in Orc, to the half-orc just the call of 'troll!' sounds as his eyes immediately shift towards the well and the creature climbing out. Changing course and speeding up he dashes just past the half-orc, stopping for a brief second to push through and say "Leave the kid alone or you're next!" ((also in Orc)) as he then, almost excitedly, leaps at the troll swinging at it with the blade, and again with the butt, of his well worn glaive.
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"Tales of adventures are not really my thing." They murmur, concealing an embarrassed cough behind their fist. They dismiss their discomfort at discovering the slight, slight gap in their knowledge bank from their mind before rallying valiantly. "Oh well, I'm sure Mr. Volo would delight in enlightening us when he—."
They wrinkle their brow slightly in polite irritation when they are cut off by a shout from the well, instinctively turning to observe the row. Their eyes darted around for the figure of another guard, hoping against hope that they wouldn't have to be the one to step up to intervene in the imminent fracas. Their reluctance to be involved meant it took a moment or two for them to realize why the tavern was suddenly in an uproar.
If anyone for some reason was watching them instead of the trolls, they'd have noticed their face suddenly blanch as their gaze falls upon the creature, lips thinning before they catch themself and very very carefully unclenched their fists.
"Oh, for heaven's-"They lift an arm and let it fall, making an elaborate gesture of despair and irritation, which apparently covered their opinion on the subject. Their other hand almost casually reached for the pommel of their sword, which they drew in one smooth motion as they turned and strode away from the table to catch up with Duncan.
"Someone sound the blasted alarm!"They call out the command to nobody in particular and everybody in general, speeding their pace up to a trot. Carefully, almost daintily, they nudge the patrons closer to the troll away from the monster as they pass, hoping to prompt them to run instead of gawking stationarily. There's a trembling note to their otherwise clear and authoritative voice, but Raiko themself doesn't seem to recognize it as they whirl around to the other side of the troll from Duncan, hoping to draw the creature's ire away from the civilians. They lunge forward, a sloppy movement not adhering to any of the blade forms, but, well, they weren't fighting another swordsman as they practiced, and therefore presumably some slack could be forgiven, provided they survive this.
Action: One handed longsword attack: Attack: 9 Damage: 7
Notes: Attempting to encourage civilians to run away if they aren't doing so already, preferably for reinforcements. Let me know if this requires a check, and also if flanking rules are in play.
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Rubin glanced over as the group prepared to go into the well, when the orcish fellow got in their business Rubin frowned, but was not overly concerned. as the troll emerged from the well though he had his hand crossbow in hand and ready within an instant.
"Not as big as the last one is it?" He calls to the staff with a grin, sending two crossbow bolts off towards the flying bat-things without really having to consider the mechanics of his weapon.
Davik stands, as the tavern erupts into chaos. Inspired by Even’s words, he nods at him before turning his attention to the troll.
He pulls something small and shrivelled out of his belt-pouch, and holds it out towards the troll. While murmuring ancient elvish words under his breath, he crushes the component to dust between his fingers, and for a moment, it seems as if dark shadows start to coalesce around the troll, as the curse takes hold.
Then with his other hand, he thrusts violently forward from where he stands, and a beam of crackling energy streaks toward the large creature...
Bonus action: hex cast on the troll (imposes disadvantage on strength ability checks).
Action: eldritch blast cast on the troll - Attack roll: 21 Spell damage (force): 6 Hex damage (necrotic): 2
Quick action from the party sends many of the patrons into the fray. Some, the civilians, start rushing out of the inn but most go back to back trying to help.
The troll shakes his head, clearly shaken by the spells thrown his way. The blast of magic makes his flesh sizzle. The cuts he received mend almost has fast.
Somewhere in the back a voice calls out... "Fire".
The troll moves fast for a beast its size and grasps at the half orc biting him almost in two then throwing the rest of his body down the well. All around the inn the stirges dive anywhere flesh is exposed and suck blood before retreating higher near the ceiling.
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Ser Knewt dashes towards the commotion to get a better view of the action. He is once again appreciative of his diminutive size as he darts in between larger patrons legs. He scrambles atop a table and quickly sizes up the situation.
Ser Knewt clutches his amulet in his left hand as he intones a prayer to Lathander. He reaches out his right hand towards the troll standing at the lip of the pit. He says, "May the sanctity of light drive ye back to the depths of the pit ye great beast!"
<OOC: Ser Knewt casts Sacred Flame on the troll for 8 points of fire damage. DEX save of 12 to avoid the pillar of flame>
[[edit: sorry just saw your note about not giving advantage, so I'll just use the first dice above (ie. 4 + 6 = 10). In which case, I would use bardic inspiration and add 3 ...giving a final (correct) Attack roll of 16 (and bardic inspiration spent). Sorry for that, I hope that's okay now. Sorry!]]
Davik pounces on the opening provided by Even’s song. With his arm outstretched, palm forward, fingers splayed, and seemingly twisted into almost unnatural shapes, a gout of pure force energy, looking like a twist of green and black lightning and shadow, arcs - with a crack like a whip - between his palm and the creature...
(OOC: also, just edited my last attack above to remove advantage and use bardic inspiration instead. Sorry, thanks).
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Seeing the flurry of activity from around him, Duncan glances back and sees that much of it is coming from the table where he'd just been sitting. Impressed at what the group seems to be doing for a second, he focuses back on the now stunned beast, taking full advantage of it's current weakness.
((rolling with ADV if it's stunned. Correct me if I shouldn't please)
Raiko can't help but let out a quiet whimper of fear at the casualness with which the troll killed the half-orc, although the noise was drowned out by the carnage around them. They froze, just for a moment, hand tightening around the pommel of their sword as they stared at the troll to stop them from trembling, at least visibly. They flap their sword-arm around frantically above him, less aiming for a specific stirge and more desperately hoping for one of the bat-creatures to obligingly impale itself upon their sword. A swarm of practiced fighters swarmed forward to meet the troll in melee, and they let the crowd displace them for the moment. This wasn't something they could destroy by brute force alone, was it-?
And then: an opportunity. The troll, for whatever reason unbeknownst to Raiko, halted in its terrible movements, encouraging the defenders of the tavern to redouble their offense. Now would be a good time to attack.
No time to think things through. They waded into the melee, carefully avoiding errant blows from overly-enthusiastic fighters. Swallowing the fear and revulsion they felt at the thought of touching the filthy creature, Raiko plants himself firmly behind his shield, taking a deep breath to bolster their resolve, then surges forward, attempting to shove the creature back down the well, or at least closer to the well.
Action: Special melee attack - shoving troll to push it away, preferably into the well. Athletics: 15 If this isn't permitted, readying an action to attack one of the flying stirges when they get into melee range. Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Ser Knewt standing on the table admist the chaos of the fleeing and the battling patrons. Seeing the troll as the major threat and the focus of the assault from the pit. Knewt manifests his divine power to once again enshroud the behemoth in a pillar of sacred flame.
As the beast is immolated, Knewt scrambles down from the table top and under the table. He is concerned as some of the strirges have gotten a little to close for his comfort and would be an ample distraction from his duty of driving the troll from the establishment.
<Action: Knewt casts Sacred Flame for 6 points of fire damage. Dex Save of 12 to evade the pillar of flame.
Move: Knewt moves from the table top to under the table to avoid the stirges.
Seeing the troll and stirges show up, Jorah is shocked, but grits his teeth and pulls out his bow. He didn't have much hope to fight the big one, but he could shoot down the smaller ones easy enough. Jumping on top of the bar, he drew back an arrow and let loose towards the nearest bug like monster.
Attack: 13 Damage: 5 (sneak attack damage, if anyone is near the stirge he fired at) 4
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The styrges fall one after the others under the combine efforts of Rubin and Even. Jorah's arrow pins the last one to a wooden beam as it tries to flee back into the relative safety of the well. It struggles for a second before dying.
The troll takes hits after hits, its flesh mending almost as fast except where Knewt flame eat at the skin, sending whiffs of putrid smoke. Duncan moves to one side of the troll seeing Raiko rush with his shield. A full force attack spills the beast organs on the floor.
DC Wis:6
Raiko's strategy seems to be failing at first but gradually and with a few fighters joining in the large creature slowly topples over the edge of the well. It statue state makes it impossible for it to grasp at the men and women around him and almost comically it slips from view. A succession of crashing thuds echo as the troll hits the well's walls and fall the 40 feet to the bottom.
The silence lingers for a while as everyone catches its breath.
Durnan gruff voice shatters the silence.: " Good job. Who wants a drink?"
As the party moves back to their table they see that a small human man with bright color clothes is sitting there, rapidly scribbling notes in a leather bound book.
He looks up with a wide smile .
" Sorry to have kept you waiting my friends." he says putting the book back in it's bag. " Volo's the name."
Jorah had heard the group discussing the man called Volo, and peered at the chatty growing group of people. He was somewhat tempted to get involved with them, but he knew all to well the general reaction to his kind, however, he figured he could still learn a thing or two from listening. Thus, he stealthily scrambled under a few tables and chairs, taking advantage of his small frame to avoid the eyes of the majority of patrons. He then ducked around the corner of the bar, sitting himself down on the floor to listen in on the group. He put his book away, instead swiping out some dried meat from his bag to snack on. His good stayed low over his face, only revealing his snout and scales.
As the group settles down for drinks while waiting for Volo the excitement near the well grows. The party of young adventurers is making ready to go down.
As the first one goes for the rope to descend a large half orc grabs him and pulls him toward him.
" You think you're better than the rest of us." he says, words slurring a bit, " You need to parade before going down ? Why you just give me your money now and go home to your mother kid."
The adventurer bristles, stepping back and putting a hand on his weapon and his friends move to his back. Behind the half orc several man get up. They look like thugs and have the scars of a hard life to show it.
As they are about to go a large green hand grabs the young adventurer and pulls him inside the well.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures, stirges , are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “troll !”
For all:
You don't need to make an initiative roll.
RP what your character is doing and roll for attacks to see if you his or not. Roll for skills and spells also of course.
Hearing the drunk half-orc start to make a ruckus Duncan says, half to himself, half to the group "Ah! Not all business then! This is more like it!" He then stands up, grabs his glaive, and starts to walk towards the group, eyes locked on the large half-orc, though noticing his group behind. A few steps before he reaches the group he calls out "HEY!", in Orc, to the half-orc just the call of 'troll!' sounds as his eyes immediately shift towards the well and the creature climbing out. Changing course and speeding up he dashes just past the half-orc, stopping for a brief second to push through and say "Leave the kid alone or you're next!" ((also in Orc)) as he then, almost excitedly, leaps at the troll swinging at it with the blade, and again with the butt, of his well worn glaive.
Action: Attack: 20 Damage: 11
Bonus Action: Attack: 10 Damage: 6
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"Tales of adventures are not really my thing." They murmur, concealing an embarrassed cough behind their fist. They dismiss their discomfort at discovering the slight, slight gap in their knowledge bank from their mind before rallying valiantly. "Oh well, I'm sure Mr. Volo would delight in enlightening us when he—."
They wrinkle their brow slightly in polite irritation when they are cut off by a shout from the well, instinctively turning to observe the row. Their eyes darted around for the figure of another guard, hoping against hope that they wouldn't have to be the one to step up to intervene in the imminent fracas. Their reluctance to be involved meant it took a moment or two for them to realize why the tavern was suddenly in an uproar.
If anyone for some reason was watching them instead of the trolls, they'd have noticed their face suddenly blanch as their gaze falls upon the creature, lips thinning before they catch themself and very very carefully unclenched their fists.
"Oh, for heaven's-" They lift an arm and let it fall, making an elaborate gesture of despair and irritation, which apparently covered their opinion on the subject. Their other hand almost casually reached for the pommel of their sword, which they drew in one smooth motion as they turned and strode away from the table to catch up with Duncan.
"Someone sound the blasted alarm!" They call out the command to nobody in particular and everybody in general, speeding their pace up to a trot. Carefully, almost daintily, they nudge the patrons closer to the troll away from the monster as they pass, hoping to prompt them to run instead of gawking stationarily. There's a trembling note to their otherwise clear and authoritative voice, but Raiko themself doesn't seem to recognize it as they whirl around to the other side of the troll from Duncan, hoping to draw the creature's ire away from the civilians. They lunge forward, a sloppy movement not adhering to any of the blade forms, but, well, they weren't fighting another swordsman as they practiced, and therefore presumably some slack could be forgiven, provided they survive this.
Action: One handed longsword attack:
Attack: 9 Damage: 7
Notes: Attempting to encourage civilians to run away if they aren't doing so already, preferably for reinforcements. Let me know if this requires a check, and also if flanking rules are in play.
Rubin glanced over as the group prepared to go into the well, when the orcish fellow got in their business Rubin frowned, but was not overly concerned. as the troll emerged from the well though he had his hand crossbow in hand and ready within an instant.
"Not as big as the last one is it?" He calls to the staff with a grin, sending two crossbow bolts off towards the flying bat-things without really having to consider the mechanics of his weapon.
Attack: 15 Damage: 7
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Davik stands, as the tavern erupts into chaos. Inspired by Even’s words, he nods at him before turning his attention to the troll.
He pulls something small and shrivelled out of his belt-pouch, and holds it out towards the troll. While murmuring ancient elvish words under his breath, he crushes the component to dust between his fingers, and for a moment, it seems as if dark shadows start to coalesce around the troll, as the curse takes hold.
Then with his other hand, he thrusts violently forward from where he stands, and a beam of crackling energy streaks toward the large creature...
Bonus action: hex cast on the troll (imposes disadvantage on strength ability checks).
Action: eldritch blast cast on the troll - Attack roll: 21 Spell damage (force): 6 Hex damage (necrotic): 2
(bardic inspiration not used yet)
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Quick action from the party sends many of the patrons into the fray. Some, the civilians, start rushing out of the inn but most go back to back trying to help.
The troll shakes his head, clearly shaken by the spells thrown his way. The blast of magic makes his flesh sizzle. The cuts he received mend almost has fast.
Somewhere in the back a voice calls out... "Fire".
The troll moves fast for a beast its size and grasps at the half orc biting him almost in two then throwing the rest of his body down the well. All around the inn the stirges dive anywhere flesh is exposed and suck blood before retreating higher near the ceiling.
Ser Knewt dashes towards the commotion to get a better view of the action. He is once again appreciative of his diminutive size as he darts in between larger patrons legs. He scrambles atop a table and quickly sizes up the situation.
Ser Knewt clutches his amulet in his left hand as he intones a prayer to Lathander. He reaches out his right hand towards the troll standing at the lip of the pit. He says, "May the sanctity of light drive ye back to the depths of the pit ye great beast!"
<OOC: Ser Knewt casts Sacred Flame on the troll for 8 points of fire damage. DEX save of 12 to avoid the pillar of flame>
Rubin nods in thanks at the inspiring words from the dancer and shoots at two more of the bat-things.
Attack: 24 Damage: 4
Attack: 24 Damage: 9
The troll howls as the fire from the spell Knewt casts burn a large part of its skin.
Its erratic movement to douse the fire stops abruptly and the beast looks stunned unmoving.
Many of the fighters use this opportunity to do maximum damage.
As Even starts to sing, Davik pauses, slightly entranced, and regrets ever having attempted to goad the man into some kind of contest...
Behind him the creature goes quiet. And now he’s really glad that he couldn’t encourage Even to sing, for his own safety!
Mightily impressed by the fighters that now surround him, Davik takes this opening to fire another blast of energy at the troll...
Action: eldritch blast cast at the troll (with advantage) - Attack: 19, Damage: 7 spell damage (force), 4 hex damage (necrotic)
(bardic inspiration not used yet)
[[edit: sorry just saw your note about not giving advantage, so I'll just use the first dice above (ie. 4 + 6 = 10). In which case, I would use bardic inspiration and add 3 ...giving a final (correct) Attack roll of 16 (and bardic inspiration spent). Sorry for that, I hope that's okay now. Sorry!]]
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
(OOC: yes of course! Thanks @GamoRust)
Davik pounces on the opening provided by Even’s song. With his arm outstretched, palm forward, fingers splayed, and seemingly twisted into almost unnatural shapes, a gout of pure force energy, looking like a twist of green and black lightning and shadow, arcs - with a crack like a whip - between his palm and the creature...
(OOC: also, just edited my last attack above to remove advantage and use bardic inspiration instead. Sorry, thanks).
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Seeing the flurry of activity from around him, Duncan glances back and sees that much of it is coming from the table where he'd just been sitting. Impressed at what the group seems to be doing for a second, he focuses back on the now stunned beast, taking full advantage of it's current weakness.
((rolling with ADV if it's stunned. Correct me if I shouldn't please)
Action: Attack: 25 Damage: 14
Bonus Action: Attack: 13 Damage: 8
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Rubin sends another two bolts into the flying bat-things overhead...
Attack: 6 Damage: 6
Attack: 22 Damage: 5
He uses his bardic inspiration on the first bolt: 4
Raiko can't help but let out a quiet whimper of fear at the casualness with which the troll killed the half-orc, although the noise was drowned out by the carnage around them. They froze, just for a moment, hand tightening around the pommel of their sword as they stared at the troll to stop them from trembling, at least visibly. They flap their sword-arm around frantically above him, less aiming for a specific stirge and more desperately hoping for one of the bat-creatures to obligingly impale itself upon their sword. A swarm of practiced fighters swarmed forward to meet the troll in melee, and they let the crowd displace them for the moment. This wasn't something they could destroy by brute force alone, was it-?
And then: an opportunity. The troll, for whatever reason unbeknownst to Raiko, halted in its terrible movements, encouraging the defenders of the tavern to redouble their offense. Now would be a good time to attack.
No time to think things through. They waded into the melee, carefully avoiding errant blows from overly-enthusiastic fighters. Swallowing the fear and revulsion they felt at the thought of touching the filthy creature, Raiko plants himself firmly behind his shield, taking a deep breath to bolster their resolve, then surges forward, attempting to shove the creature back down the well, or at least closer to the well.
Action: Special melee attack - shoving troll to push it away, preferably into the well. Athletics: 15
If this isn't permitted, readying an action to attack one of the flying stirges when they get into melee range.
Attack: 22 Damage: 9
(OOC: @Ducas / @GamoRust - if it helps with the shove, the troll still has disadvantage on Strength checks from Davik's Hex).
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Ser Knewt standing on the table admist the chaos of the fleeing and the battling patrons. Seeing the troll as the major threat and the focus of the assault from the pit. Knewt manifests his divine power to once again enshroud the behemoth in a pillar of sacred flame.
As the beast is immolated, Knewt scrambles down from the table top and under the table. He is concerned as some of the strirges have gotten a little to close for his comfort and would be an ample distraction from his duty of driving the troll from the establishment.
<Action: Knewt casts Sacred Flame for 6 points of fire damage. Dex Save of 12 to evade the pillar of flame.
Move: Knewt moves from the table top to under the table to avoid the stirges.
Bonus Action: Knewt hides under the table.>
Seeing the troll and stirges show up, Jorah is shocked, but grits his teeth and pulls out his bow. He didn't have much hope to fight the big one, but he could shoot down the smaller ones easy enough. Jumping on top of the bar, he drew back an arrow and let loose towards the nearest bug like monster.
Attack: 13 Damage: 5
(sneak attack damage, if anyone is near the stirge he fired at) 4
The styrges fall one after the others under the combine efforts of Rubin and Even. Jorah's arrow pins the last one to a wooden beam as it tries to flee back into the relative safety of the well. It struggles for a second before dying.
The troll takes hits after hits, its flesh mending almost as fast except where Knewt flame eat at the skin, sending whiffs of putrid smoke. Duncan moves to one side of the troll seeing Raiko rush with his shield. A full force attack spills the beast organs on the floor.
DC Wis:6
Raiko's strategy seems to be failing at first but gradually and with a few fighters joining in the large creature slowly topples over the edge of the well. It statue state makes it impossible for it to grasp at the men and women around him and almost comically it slips from view. A succession of crashing thuds echo as the troll hits the well's walls and fall the 40 feet to the bottom.
The silence lingers for a while as everyone catches its breath.
Durnan gruff voice shatters the silence.: " Good job. Who wants a drink?"
As the party moves back to their table they see that a small human man with bright color clothes is sitting there, rapidly scribbling notes in a leather bound book.
He looks up with a wide smile .
" Sorry to have kept you waiting my friends." he says putting the book back in it's bag. " Volo's the name."