Rising from his seat and darting forward in one smooth motion, Falshen's hand lunges for the troll's side, a dagger seeming to appear from nowhere.
Attack: 16
If successful, Damage: 7 and sneak attack (since Irma is not down for the count): 3
Falshen'sdagger slashes skillfully across the troll's belly, and a strand of foul-smelling guts spills from the wound as the brute snarls and slavers, its maddened eyes rolling.
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Gregor springs to his feet, "Fire! Bring fire to bear on the troll, or we'll never bring it down!" He draws a dagger and glances frantically around for oil or a lantern.
Ian, flustered with the new addition to his limb reaches for his dagger with his free arm and takes a stab at the immobilized creature.
Attack: 17 Damage: 5.
Looking at Akai, Ian casts bardic inspiration and says, "Strike true again and burn some more of those bastards out of the air!"
Ian's blade strikes true, and the vile blood-sucker pops like a pimple, spraying him with a small shower of gore, including a fair bit of the bard's own blood.
Thekobold's heart leaps, and his fingers twitch with arcane prowess. [1d6 inspiration die, to add to 1 attack, ability, or save]
Ian, flustered with the new addition to his limb reaches for his dagger with his free arm and takes a stab at the immobilized creature.
Attack: 17 Damage: 5.
Looking at Akai, Ian casts bardic inspiration and says, "Strike true again and burn some more of those bastards out of the air!"
"Tcheh! Akai sees the danger, don't need to speak the obvious!" Missing the point of the bard's shout, Akai steps out of reach of the bat that attacked him and casts another Firebolt at it. [OOG: I know this will likely provoke an opportunity attack, but I'd rather risk that than lose the advantage that the bat's illumination grants.]
Ian, flustered with the new addition to his limb reaches for his dagger with his free arm and takes a stab at the immobilized creature.
Attack: 17 Damage: 5.
Looking at Akai, Ian casts bardic inspiration and says, "Strike true again and burn some more of those bastards out of the air!"
"Tcheh! Akai sees the danger, don't need to speak the obvious!" Missing the point of the bard's shout, Akai steps out of reach of the bat that attacked him and casts another Firebolt at it. [OOG: I know this will likely provoke an opportunity attack, but I'd rather risk that than lose the advantage that the bat's illumination grants.]
Spell Attack with advantage: 22
Fire damage: 7
The last of the tiny beasts evaporates in a gout of flame!
Meanwhile, the swarm of them that were attached to the troll, all bloated and seemingly sated with their meal of giants-blood, detach from the hulking brute's body and drift lazily back into the well, disappearing from sight. Delivered from their draining effect, the troll shakes himself and seems to recover somewhat. Before your very eyes, his wounds begin to mend and heal, blood clotting and flesh closing.
He casts his gleaming eyes about the room and growls, and his nostrils quiver with rage...
The paladinand the rogueare knocked away, felled to earth by the green-skinned giant's merciless blows!
Irmaand Falshenare both Unconscious!
Durnan and Meloon, meanwhile, have both closed with the monster, leaping over scattered furniture and the senseless bodies of the two heroes to come to grips with the foe. The innkeeper wields Grimvault, his two-handed greatsword, and the veteran Meloon swings in one hand a battleaxe, in the other a flaming brand he snatched from the hearth.
Ian, flustered with the new addition to his limb reaches for his dagger with his free arm and takes a stab at the immobilized creature.
Attack: 17 Damage: 5.
Looking at Akai, Ian casts bardic inspiration and says, "Strike true again and burn some more of those bastards out of the air!"
"Tcheh! Akai sees the danger, don't need to speak the obvious!" Missing the point of the bard's shout, Akai steps out of reach of the bat that attacked him and casts another Firebolt at it. [OOG: I know this will likely provoke an opportunity attack, but I'd rather risk that than lose the advantage that the bat's illumination grants.]
Spell Attack with advantage: 22
Fire damage: 7
The last of the tiny beasts evaporates in a gout of flame!
Another cackle from the spell-slinger, "Two! Two kills for Akai! Ah hah hah!"
Durnan’s blade sings through the air as he strikes again and again, shearing clean through one of the troll’smassive arms, tearing a long deep gash across its chest, taking one of its feet off at the ankle, and finally slicing off the top of its head, exposing its oozing grey brain matter.
Meloon, meanwhile, chops open the troll’s belly with his axe, spilling its entrails all over the floor before he thrusts the burning brand up into its body, setting it afire from within.
Blood spurting from its arm socket, its stump of a leg stumbling, tongues of flame licking about its wounds, the troll collapses, falling back into the well and plummeting into darkness with a final bubbling wail.
Durnan stands at the brink of the well, peering down and breathing heavily. Meloon begins to idly wipe the blade of his axe on a towel. Volo peeks out from under the table.
With the troll removed from the vicinity, Akai casts an appraising view on the Durnan and Meloon. "Hrmm, hm... not bad.. took two of you to stop it, when some of us can beat two foes on our own, but not bad. Not all of us can have blessing of dragon's blood, after all. Kahah!" He chortles to himself as he hops on the table to get a better view of the scene.
Akai's tone is less generous toward the unconscious pair on the tavern floor. "Krrr! You two fall too quickly, not good sign for rest of this journey! What you have to say for selves, eh?" He waits for Irma and Falshen to answer, but quickly deduces that no reply is forthcoming. He then turns to Ian and Gregor with a snort. "Hmph! One of you two able to get these fools up?"
Ian witnesses the fighting end with Durnan's singing sword and Meloon's brutal battle-axe making mince-meat of the troll. He also notices his downed newfound comrades and so moves to Falshen and attempts to stabilize him.
Medicine Check: 12
As he is checking Falshen, Ian sings a song to cast bardic inspiration on Falshen,
"...Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the light side of life
If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing..."
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Stabilized by the ministrations of their comrades, Falshenand Irma are not in mortal danger, but still unconscious.
Durnan looks them over, and declares he'll fetch them a draught of "the good stuff." He then goes behind the bar, unlocks something under the counter, and brings out a massive dark green bottle, somewhat cobwebbed. Dusting it off, he uncorks it and pours two tumblers of something vivid blue and gently steaming. The paladin and rogue are brought round by just a whiff of the stuff, and upon drinking it regain 14 HP.
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The one attacking Akai is frustrated by his scaly hide, its protuberant appendage slithering uselessly against the kobold's neck.
The other one jabs a sucking sting into Ian's arm, doing 5 damage and remaining fastened to the bard's limb.
Falshen's dagger slashes skillfully across the troll's belly, and a strand of foul-smelling guts spills from the wound as the brute snarls and slavers, its maddened eyes rolling.
Gregor springs to his feet, "Fire! Bring fire to bear on the troll, or we'll never bring it down!" He draws a dagger and glances frantically around for oil or a lantern.
Investigation 14
A great cackle from a small caster: "Kahahaha! First blood for Akai!"
And in that moment, the area around the troll is suddenly aflame!
Falshen and Irma, the fire does not touch you, and seems to give no heat, but the troll shrieks and stumbles, covering its eyes with its claws.
Attacks against the troll this coming round have Advantage.
Ian, flustered with the new addition to his limb reaches for his dagger with his free arm and takes a stab at the immobilized creature.
Attack: 17 Damage: 5.
Looking at Akai, Ian casts bardic inspiration and says, "Strike true again and burn some more of those bastards out of the air!"
Ian's blade strikes true, and the vile blood-sucker pops like a pimple, spraying him with a small shower of gore, including a fair bit of the bard's own blood.
The kobold's heart leaps, and his fingers twitch with arcane prowess. [1d6 inspiration die, to add to 1 attack, ability, or save]
“Oof that troll packs a wallop.” Irma steadies himself then rushes toward the troll and prepares to take a swing into the trolls exposed innards.
Attack: 16
Damage: 12
The paladin drives his mighty hammer into the gaping rend in the troll's torso and the beast doubles over, vomiting blood and bile.
"Tcheh! Akai sees the danger, don't need to speak the obvious!" Missing the point of the bard's shout, Akai steps out of reach of the bat that attacked him and casts another Firebolt at it. [OOG: I know this will likely provoke an opportunity attack, but I'd rather risk that than lose the advantage that the bat's illumination grants.]
Spell Attack with advantage: 22
Fire damage: 7
The last of the tiny beasts evaporates in a gout of flame!
Meanwhile, the swarm of them that were attached to the troll, all bloated and seemingly sated with their meal of giants-blood, detach from the hulking brute's body and drift lazily back into the well, disappearing from sight. Delivered from their draining effect, the troll shakes himself and seems to recover somewhat. Before your very eyes, his wounds begin to mend and heal, blood clotting and flesh closing.
He casts his gleaming eyes about the room and growls, and his nostrils quiver with rage...
The troll glares at the leaping flames that surround him, confused by fury and pain.
Wisdom Save: 9
His tiny mind overtaxed, the troll lashes out with his claws at random - snorting, blowing, shaking his head, his jaws snapping at the air.
Attack against Irma, with Disadvantage: Attack: 20 Damage: 8
Attack against Falshen, with Disadvantage: Attack: 17 Damage: 10
The paladin and the rogue are knocked away, felled to earth by the green-skinned giant's merciless blows!
Irma and Falshen are both Unconscious!
Durnan and Meloon, meanwhile, have both closed with the monster, leaping over scattered furniture and the senseless bodies of the two heroes to come to grips with the foe. The innkeeper wields Grimvault, his two-handed greatsword, and the veteran Meloon swings in one hand a battleaxe, in the other a flaming brand he snatched from the hearth.
Durnan:
Attack: 27 Damage: 11
Attack: 28 Damage: 15
Attack: 28 Damage: 17
Attack: 12 Damage: 13
Meloon:
Attack: 29 Damage: 15
Attack: 23 Damage: 7
Attack: 29 Damage: 7
Another cackle from the spell-slinger, "Two! Two kills for Akai! Ah hah hah!"
Durnan’s blade sings through the air as he strikes again and again, shearing clean through one of the troll’s massive arms, tearing a long deep gash across its chest, taking one of its feet off at the ankle, and finally slicing off the top of its head, exposing its oozing grey brain matter.
Meloon, meanwhile, chops open the troll’s belly with his axe, spilling its entrails all over the floor before he thrusts the burning brand up into its body, setting it afire from within.
Blood spurting from its arm socket, its stump of a leg stumbling, tongues of flame licking about its wounds, the troll collapses, falling back into the well and plummeting into darkness with a final bubbling wail.
Durnan stands at the brink of the well, peering down and breathing heavily. Meloon begins to idly wipe the blade of his axe on a towel. Volo peeks out from under the table.
Combat, for now, is concluded.
With the troll removed from the vicinity, Akai casts an appraising view on the Durnan and Meloon. "Hrmm, hm... not bad.. took two of you to stop it, when some of us can beat two foes on our own, but not bad. Not all of us can have blessing of dragon's blood, after all. Kahah!" He chortles to himself as he hops on the table to get a better view of the scene.
Akai's tone is less generous toward the unconscious pair on the tavern floor. "Krrr! You two fall too quickly, not good sign for rest of this journey! What you have to say for selves, eh?" He waits for Irma and Falshen to answer, but quickly deduces that no reply is forthcoming. He then turns to Ian and Gregor with a snort. "Hmph! One of you two able to get these fools up?"
Ian witnesses the fighting end with Durnan's singing sword and Meloon's brutal battle-axe making mince-meat of the troll. He also notices his downed newfound comrades and so moves to Falshen and attempts to stabilize him.
Medicine Check: 12
As he is checking Falshen, Ian sings a song to cast bardic inspiration on Falshen,
"...Always look on the bright side of life
Always look on the light side of life
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing..."
Gregor sheathes his dagger and goes to check on Irma.
Medicine Check 10
Stabilized by the ministrations of their comrades, Falshen and Irma are not in mortal danger, but still unconscious.
Durnan looks them over, and declares he'll fetch them a draught of "the good stuff." He then goes behind the bar, unlocks something under the counter, and brings out a massive dark green bottle, somewhat cobwebbed. Dusting it off, he uncorks it and pours two tumblers of something vivid blue and gently steaming. The paladin and rogue are brought round by just a whiff of the stuff, and upon drinking it regain 14 HP.