(( He did not, in fact, take that....))

SolRhea: You run to the bar and toss the  lamp oil at the Troll, but your aim is a bit off. The lamp hits the floor near the Troll and shatters, leaving a pool of oil.

D'artagnan Pennysworth Buttondown continues to flutter around Yagra.

Kevin, your turn.

Kevin gets as close to the Troll as possible and casts Create Bonfire on the troll. Attack: 16 Damage: 3

Kevin: A bonfire magically sprouts out of the fallen Troll's torso. Soon the monster's body is engulfed in magic flame, ending any chance it would have to regenerate.

Durnan turns to Kevin and nods approvingly. He then runs to Dewey and removes the Stirge from his neck.

The Troll is defeated, but all three Stirges remain. The one removed from Randy turns on Yagra, the one removed from Dewey turns on Durnan, and the third was so well distracted that it attacks D'artagnan Pennysworth Buttondown.

Stirge 1 vs Yagra: Attack: 12 Damage: 4

Stirge 2 vs Durnan: Attack: 10 Damage: 4

Stirge 3 vs D'artagnan Pennysworth Buttondown: Attack: 16 Damage: 6

Durnan dodges the needle nose of the Stirge, but Yarga gets pierced in the neck. The Stirge trying to feed on D'artagnan Pennysworth Buttondown is left confused and still hungry when the bat blinks out of existence, leaving no physical form behind.

Randy, you're up.

Randy continues to yell into the stirge's mind while throwing another Mind Sliver at it. The stirge must make a 13 intelligence saving throw or take 5 damage!!

Randy: You concentrate and mentally scream at the Stirge on Yagra's neck while hitting it with your Mind Sliver.

Stirge 1 Intelligence Saving Throw: -2

It makes a whimpering noise and falls off Yagra's neck, dead.

As Yagra angrily attacks the Stirge between her and Kevin she yells, "That bat was helping!!"

Yagra Mace 1: Attack: 22 Damage: 5

Yagra Mace 2: Attack: 10 Damage: 5

With her first swing, she spatters the Stirge against the floor.

Dewey, you're up.

I attack the final Stirge going for Durnan with my rapier.  

OOC: Come on 7...

8

Dewey: You stab with your rapier, but miss the fast moving beast.

SolRhea, your turn.

Sol moves into the fray and uses her quarterstaff to try and put down the last fiend (2 handed).

Attack: 6 Damage: 4

((I think I did the dice roller right, but can't tell until I post.))

((Soturns out,  I am not favored by the gods...))

SolRhea: You swing your quarterstaff at the Stirge, holding with two hands like a baseball bat. But you hit nothing but air.

Kevin, you are up.

OOC: Last turn I said I would get as close to the troll as possible but have not moved. I imagine that, with the move rendered, I am close to Durnan and the Stirge near him?

That said, Kevin uses his scimitar to attack the Stirge.

Attack: 13 Damage: 5

(OOC Retcon: Kevin moved last round and I didn't update the map, so this map represents his movement from last round and this round.)

Kevin: You unsheathe your scimitar and swing at the tiny bloodsucker. You baaaarely miss.

Fed up with this pest problem, Durnan uses his massive greatsword on teeny creature. If this wasn't a matter of life and death, it would seem comical.

Durnan Greatsword 1: Attack: 10 Damage: 15

Durnan Greatsword 2: Attack: 10 Damage: 10

Durnan Greatsword 3: Attack: 12 Damage: 13

Durnan Greatsword 4: Attack: 12 Damage: 13

He misses with his first swing, but slices the Stirge in two with his second.

You all have won the battle!

As soon as the last monster falls, the staff comes out of their hiding places and start fixing up the place. They remove broken mugs and upright fallen chairs and tables. The customers slowly come out of their hiding places to gawk at the burnt Troll. There is one person however, that is not focused on the Troll, he is in awe of you all. He's foppishly dressed and applauds the party. "Amazing! Magnificent! Simply Superb! I assume you're the adventurers I asked to meet, am I right?  I could use your help. Let's find a table to talk, shall we?"

You all find a not destroyed table and while you do the tavern slowly returns to its natural state of revelry. It takes five men to push the Troll's body into the yawning portal for which the inn is named. The man orders a round for the table and when Bonnie brings the ale over, the tray includes healing potions for those that are injured. "On the house," she says.

(OOC: Instead of rolling for HP, let's just say the potions healed everyone up to max who isn't already.)

The figure who approached you 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?"

(OOC: a "dragon" is the name of a gold piece in Waterdeep.)

Randy sits as a statue, only occasionally moving to drink from his flagon under his hood. From beneath it's shadows he observes this Volothamp, trying to discern his character and whether he is trust worthy.https://twitter.com/traceyecorder/status/1244019947786797056?s=20

Randy, make an insight check.