SESSION 305: The Green Solution
Enough mucking about it was troll smashing time.
Day 270 Continued II (Dwarven outpost): For what seemed like weeks the team mulled their next move. The dithering finally ended when Biff asked the simple question, “Why ain’t we murdering and looting?”. Some defensive preparations and a flying wizard later they moved into the smoky throne room. The trolls were still deep in some sort of debate facilitating a hobo sneak attack. Mason began with a prayer to Yrrg as others quaffed and conducted final preparatory actions. Ding-We flew into the upper shadows of the chamber as the rest slunk into the smoky chamber that obfuscated their scent from the normally olfactory excellent trolls. Ding-We started the party by releasing a cone of cold upon the trolls that milled about in front of the leader filled throne as the tanks streamed around the side of the throne. A whole bunch of Chung-Li’s filled in the back ranks.
The fight was on. After the flat-footed start the trolls yelled out an alarm. The chieftain leaped from his throne to face the far wing of intruders the champion moving on the other side of the throne. The chief was an interesting beast prominently “wearing” some fine human-sized chainmail. One side of his face also bore distinct burn marks that likely were of murderhobo origin, he flew into a rage once he set eyes on Ding-We and Steve. The cone of cold seemed to be a bit of a dud with the trolls quickly regenerating out of the flash freezing. The trolls were in a feral state. Slashing vile claws then following up with broken glass biting maws. More trolls streamed into the chamber from the far double doors. The throne prevented the trolls from surrounding the gang and helped the two wizards drop some area of effect attacks allowing maximal targets and avoiding friendly fire. With both Rhags and Steve wielding flaming brands the gross green guys had their key defence (regeneration) neutralized. The tanks were taking their lumps and the multitude of Chung-Li’s were slowly but surely diminishing to the source wizard as Biff and BoB launched missile attacks. The trolls began to drop allowing Mason to oil up and ignite the bodies, preventing any return visits.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Blades were cleaned and mason provided aid to the bashed up front-liners. Once again we moved to soldier’s pay. There was a reasonable amount of coin and some real nice decorative platinum swords, two troll porn amethyst cylinders along with the boss’s armour and a ring set with a rune surrounded fire agate. They knew this was the good stuff. There were a few tears also shed as a number of delicate items were obliterated during the battle. They moved forward through the now open double doors.
This lead to a guard chamber that housed another four trolls whom were quickly dispatched. They deserved it as the vile creatures were using a masterwork thief’s tool as a communal toothpick – yuck. It would need a good cleaning before getting to business. That was the end of the troll lair. The gang was a little beat up and getting laden in loot. They decided to fall back to the hydra silver pile and pack out as much as possible. They found a way to get it all without resorting to crawling.
They left the dungeon. The trip back to camp had an unusual and unwanted encounter. A dozen giant wasps angry and well out of season. Something must have disturbed their Winter hibernation. The bugs wanted revenge on an unknown perpetrator. The hobos fit the bill. The insects proved to be cautionary opponents. Ding-We was paralyzed and had to be dragged back to camp to await Mason recharging his holy touch.
For once they all agreed with the wizard and settled in for a night’s rest. Sometimes having a garrison makes camping just a bit more restful.
The D-Team: Ding-We, Rhagnar, Steve, Chung-Li, Mason, Biff & BoB
ROLECALL
Hobo Steve the Lord (F9) 339875 xp +5% <360,001> CRT 1d24/V
Brain Damaged: reduced mental capacity (tough night on the town)
Rahgnar the Dwarven Superhero (D8) 247098 xp <280001> CRT 1d20/IV
Serious wound: permanent loss of an eye (-1 to missile fire)
Critical Wound: disembowelled less able to process poison (-1 penalty)
Missing thirteen teeth
Raul the Voyager (MD9) 280600 xp +10% <360000> CRT 1d12/III
Fezzi-Gig (Neut: XXXX) Sword
Serious wound: permanent loss of CHA -4,
Removed one of his own nostrils.
Ding-We the Peg-Legged Wizard (W10) 529123 xp +10% <620001> CRT 1d10/I
Critical Wound: Left leg obliterated, runs at ½ rate (peg required)
The Henchmen
Biff Bartley the Half-Orc Blackguard (HO7) 109529 <120000> +5% CRT 1d12/II
‘BOB’ the Deadly Shade (N7) 71726 <90000> +5% CRT 1d16/II
Mason the Lama of Yrrrg. (C7) 84859 <100001> CRT 1d10/III
Chung-Li the Myrmidon Warlock (E6) 109721 xp <120000> +10% CRT 1d8/II
RESERVES
Elapsed Campaign Time
743b days at beginning of session (Boris & Friends just outside of Liwil)
689a (Bunny Group Newville) Busy until 779
711d (Ding-We Gang Lake of Abominations/ Liwil)
Join us for session Three-Hundred-and-Six when we ask the questions:
What next?
Back in and down the final corridor or something else?
Tale of the Tape
Nothing to speak of
KILLS
Troll chieftain
Troll Champion
Trolls (11)
Giant wasps (12)
LOOT
10,000 ep
5,000 sp
Ornate platinum swords (2) 1600 gp each
+3 chainmail (in need of repair)
Ring of Fire Resistance
Amethyst Cylinders of inscribed troll porn (2) 1200 gp each
Masterwork Thieves Tools (1600 gp)
