"Damn it, Nirzeg."

Attack: 12 Damage: 10

Advantage: 20

"Die, you filthy animal."

Attack: 19 Damage: 10

The troll rises and hammers into Nirzeg, bringing his sharper body parts to bear... 

Bite Attack: 21 Damage: 10 piercing

Claw Attack: 9 Damage: 12 slashing 

Claw Attack: 13 Damage: 10 slashing 

As it attacks, the troll bellows out, “Zulkthus?”

Astra takes another two attacks at the now risen troll. "Don't kill him, he says. I need to harvest his parts, he says." 

Attack: 16 Damage: 10

Attack: 21 Damage: 12

“He should have just let me help him...” Genevieve mutters.

(not sure if I can attack but I’ll shoot him anyways just in case?)

Attack: 14 Damage: 12

Attack: 11 Damage: 8

Derrikoth swings twice more at the troll, responding in Giant, "Zulkthus is dead, you bastard, and you will be too."

Attack: 14 Damage: 4

Attack: 20 Damage: 6

 "Is it dead yet?!"

ACTION: Sacred Flame. DC14 Dex save or take 8 radiant damage.

After rag dolling there for while the Githyanki, a chance interception of a Nirzeg corps member spares buys the time needed to roll to the side. Despite the clear wounds now adorning his half-naked body, the man actually starts laughing as he lifts up a hand. "Guess~ What~ I~ Got~" He singsongs revealing a pair of twitching troll fingers in hand. As it unleashed some rebuttal or other, Nirzeg whips other hand forward, revealing an... adder's body?

"Goodbye, friend!" He shouts as a foul smelling globule of acid spews from its mouth and into the center of the creature. "Wickerman! Again!"

Action: Nirzeg Casts Death Rattle Attack: 15 Damage: 11 Acid.
If hit, target takes an additional 5 acid at end of turn. If missed, target takes only half of the initial damage.

Bonus Action: Command Wickerman - Fire Spittle Attack: 19 Damage: 8 Fire.

Dex Save 4

Beaten to a pulp by the adventurers, the troll is finally finished off by the acid and fire that consume its flesh in an acrid conflagration. 

The smell is enough to make you want to wretch, but it is done.

Nhek and Tamalin arrive on the heels of this battle, with several torch-bearing villagers bringing up the rear.  

“Trolls! This close. What happened here?” Tamalin looks dubiously toward the stables.

"That is for them to explain, and me? me! Me to worry later. Experimenting now. Gooood Niiight~" Nirzeg, in all his fundoshi and toolbelt glory, or absently tries to make for back inside the inn holding his fingers and grinning like a mad man with Wickerman and Zeek in tow. At the price of perhaps no pleasant sleep that night, the Githyanki spends the next few hours (at the very least!) at least readying another batch of homonculi stock in preparation to test adding some troll vitality to the mix, if at all possible.

"Zeek! Take notes! This is gonna be my most wondrous creation yet!"

Derrikoth stares into the stables at Josephus as he responds, breathing heavily from the exertion and the pain of his injuries, ”The monsters were trying to get at the horses. We stopped them, otherwise they’d be coming for the village next.”

As he speaks, he fingers the tears and bloodstains in his pajamies with an expression of deep concern on his face.

Genevieve snorts at the look on Derrikoth’s face, and snaps her fingers to help clean him off. “I don’t have anything to mend you clothes unfortunately, but I do hope that cleaning you off lessens your discomfort.”

Derrikoth looks at Genevieve sadly, still poking around the tears, "Thanks. Sorry for... tackling you earlier..." before walking back into the stables to pet Josephus protectively.

Alus uses Shape Water to draw some sullied water from a nearby trough, move it over Derrikoth's head, and then release it, dousing him in an attempt to help clean his clothes (not realizing he is doing just the opposite). Then he shoots Derri an emphatic thumbs up, before turning to Tamalin.

"Sorry for the rowdy ruckus, but yeah. As I told you before, we are here to help--and hopped into action when we saw these big green grossboys clawing their way into the horse-house. Just hope this is the last we see of them this evening so we can all get some sleep!"

Derrikoth groans as his clothes are dirtied once again, slogging over to the stable and collapsing in a pile of hay.

// Just because you are all being extra awesome, everyone gets Inspiration! If you already have it on your character sheet, you'll miss out on gaining this one, but just make sure you use it before I give you Inspiration again ;) //

"Hold a minute!" Tamalin Zoar says to Nirzeg and Derrikoth as she examines the scene. "Ah, it looks like you were sensible enough to burn them. Greenbottle, Brightwater, put the torches to them and make sure there's nothing left but ashes." A human man and a halfling woman move to carry out the orders. 

Tamalin nods to you all. "As I said, these attacks have been getting more numerous. And now striking at the heart of our village. You five seem able to handle yourselves, so I have a proposition. If you're able to find out where these attacks are coming from—not necessarily stop them, mind you, but just garner the information—I would give you a letter of recommendation that would carry significant weight with the right people in the Dessarin Valley, from Yartar all the way through Everlund. Sleep on my offer, and if you are able to perform the task, your reward will be waiting for you."

Alus nods at Brightwater. "Cool name, dude." He will then say his goodnights and bed back down for the evening.

Astra yawns. "Yeah, I'll sleep on it."  And she returns to the room where she originally passed out watching Genevieve, takes her armor off, kicks her boots off, and goes to sleep. She's so tired that she doesn't even bother to change out of the clothes she fought in.

Nirzeg only grudgingly stopped, and even then it wasn't without glaring at Tamalin Zoar for interrupting the plan. His mood fails to improve at the "sensible" comment, but he bit his tongue, if only out of knowing arguments would delay the experiment. "And where pretell would you suggest we start, madam?" He says tiredly. As soon as he had even a remote answer, the Githyanki sighs and without a word carries on inside. He would 'sleep' on the request, but not before expending considerable resources(Guidance and last charge of Salve) and studying Volo's guideto figure out what to do about the troll fingers...

(Rolls in Discord: 19)

You are greeted upon rising by a warm morning sun, which shines pleasantly into the windows of the Calling Horns Inn. Nheck, the tavernmaster, has cooked up some porridge alongside an assortment of farm-fresh foods (eggs and various fruits) for breakfast. "Nasty bit of excitement with those trolls last night," he mentions to you once you've gathered for breakfast. "Can't imagine what's bringing those beasties so far down from the Evermoors lately. Lucky you were here, or those horses would have been troll food!"

Nirzeg, meanwhile, has come away from his study time with lots of ideas, but nothing solid yet. Possible potion recipes, possible modification of his homunculus' salve. Maybe some way to fireproof a troll's flesh to make it less flammable. It's still mostly in the hypothetical stage, and he'd have to run several tests. It would be certainly useful to have more troll bits to experiment with. 

// You now have the option of following Tamalin Zoar's request and finding the root cause of these troll attacks. Or, you could leave Calling Horns to deal with the trolls on their own and plug ahead for Noanar's Hold and Everlund. //