Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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The Hill Trolls wheeled on the companions, shielding their eyes from the explosion of light....the two rearmost closed on the newcomer recognising her as a dangerous opponent. Two of the Hill Trolls move to retrieve their axes to throw them again, but between the Slow spell and the Spiritual guardians they cannot reach them yet...
Hill Troll 1 vs Shalana: Attack: 25 Damage: 10
Hill Troll 3 vs Garet: Attack: 9 Damage: 10
Herman dances among the trolls like a whirlwind of savage violence and as the rain of blood soaks the dusty road three more heavy bodies lie in the road. Only one troll remains standing, struggling to reach its axe on the other side of the roadway...
Garet seeing the tide turn in their favour with the Trolls dropping like flies on a Blacksand ale. He saw the fear in his opponents eyes and as it aimed a clumsly strike towards him. Garet took his chance.
Dancing to his left he brought his glittering blade around in a deadly arch, using the momentum of his opponent against him, flicking his wrists at the last moment so that if the blade strikes home it will cause the most damage.
Stepping back he struck again but this time sword and dagger brought to bear in a blur of ruthless motion, hoping to put an end to the foul creature.
OOC
Reaction Riposte 21 Damage 26 includes Sneak attack
Attack Sun Blade 15 Damage 8
Bonus Two weapon fighting Dagger 24 Damage 9
Garets blades sink in and the last Hill Troll pitches forward into the dust of the road.....
Seeing the evil foes vanquished, the flying warrior lands gently on the ground. She smiles at her saviors and walks toward the dead high priest. Seeing all of the dead gray-robed acolytes, she seems to waver for a moment, then falls to the ground, her glowing white eyes still open but seemingly not aware of her surroundings as she lies near the high priest. The 9 flying angels flit about for a moment searching for other foes, then dissipate. Her wings slowly seem to disappear, and her eyes turn from white to blue. She sits up, somewhat dazed.
Herman takes a long breath, looks around for other nasty surprises and he is happy to find none.
He watches the angels dissipating with awe and then looks at the angel-like woman who so effectively helped them against the trolls
"but...who are you? What happened here?"
She looks up at the strong man and still seems a bit dazed as she sits up. She wears gray robes and a grey cloak. Herman may notice that a clasp holding her cloak together is two small saucers, held by a chain (the scales of justice).
She seems to try to find words, clearly not understanding him. Still on the ground she lifts a hand to Herman, perhaps asking for some help to stand.
She tries to speak..."Hhhoo argh yuuuugh..... Vot Hhapn'd Hheegr." repeating back some of his words.
Garet finds the state of concentration he needs to deactivate the sun blade and it goes out of existence with what subtle snap hiss, and Garet attaches the hilt to his belt.
Sheathing his dagger was more problematic as it was lodged in the chest of the final Troll. Sighing gently he placed a foot on the Trolls chest and gripped the hilt an pulled. The blade came free with an unneverving squelching sound, he wiped it on the Trolls clothing and resheathed it.
Garet could see that Herman was talking to the angelic being, so Garet went to check on their companions to see if anyone needed healing, then he would search the scene to look for any signs pointing to Zagor and anything of use.
Shalana is badly dented and has rents in her chassis but seems in good spirits.....as far as you can tell from her expressionless face...
Still sitting near the dead priest, Tzedaka sees Shalana not doing so well. She points at her own injuries, back to Shalana and the others and waves the survivors over to her.
(Can I have a description of all of the party?)
Banzo is a tortle war wizard who wears common clothes and a pair of daggers. His shell is kept in a rather pristine condition and he shares the identical demon tattoo that most of the party has o their arm.
Garet is a human warrior standing at 5'9 and a stocky build, with a shock of unruly black hair and deep dark brown eyes. He has a number of battle scars on the visible parts of his body as well as a Demon brand tattoo on his left forearm which the majority of the party bare.
He is clad in half plate Armour with a number of daggers attached to his belt as well as an ornate sword hilt.
His gait is like the of a stalking cat but with a slight roll which hints to a period of life spent at sea.
Garet noticing Shalanas state "I'm not sure if this will work but we need you operational I'm sure there are many converts in these hills. This may register as pain at 1st but have a little faith."
Garet removes the healing dagger and and summons forth the healing energy and sticks it into one of the chassis points that looked the most damaged.
Healing 10
Tzedaka looks at Garet, noting how he walks and listening to him talk. She looks at Shalana and Banzo with curiosity. Still on the ground, she holds her other hand up to Garet and still has one outstretched to Banzo, two hands up while sitting on the ground ( Not like a lady in distress, but almost like a young child that has fallen and wants a parent to help her up). "Faith", she says, almost sounding out the word.
Other than her clothing, she seems to have no weapons. Perhaps a trained warrior would see the shape of a breastplate underneath her robes.
Shalanas body seems to pop and knit itself back together somewhat, the dark metal of her form resculpting itself in response to the dagger.
" Assistance appreciated. New acquaintance recognised. Hello."
Zeltheris and Ennwyn drew closer to the group taking in the scene of slaughter close up.
" Remind me not to get on your bad sides.". he said looking at Herman, Garet and the.....angel?
Tzedaka looks at the magical construct, not exactly knowing what it was. “Chello, assist you”
“I halp you… “ she points to her wounds and then at theirs
Garet flicked the dagger deftly and sheathed it at his belt, once again amazed at is healing power, was there nothing it couldnt fix.
Recognising the outstretched hand he couldn't let someone who had offered to help one of his comrades sit in the dirt, and he pulled her up.
"My name is Garet and your assistance is most welcome," Garet stepped back and released her hand.