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The battle raged on. Despite the Old Troll doing all it could to squash these menaces, the Company's ferocity managed to start overwhelming the creature. Prudence's blade seemed to find a weak spit in its armor, and thrusting as hard as she could, pierced deep into his flank, black ichorous blood flowing onto her steel. Orn's blow followed up, smashing the foe heavily on the gut, causing him to stumble backwards onto his rocky bottom. While the repositioning didn't offer the Shield-Maiden a clear path to strike it, it did give Fletcher a clear shot at his face. While the arrow didn't pierce the eye, the arrowhead and the flame certainly struck true, causing the beast to shriek in pain and clasp his left eye. The spent dart, however, was deflected off somewhere into the dark.

Snarling, but for the moment beaten, the Old Troll looked at the Company. He didn't immediately lunge at them again, but instead, with his back pressed to the stone wall of the cave, began to speak. "Ai! That smarts, it does," he groaned, his snarl settling down into a grim expression with half of his face winced in pain, still covered by his hand. "Elendil? That be a name I've not heard in many long years. Thou art one of the Men of Westernesse, art thou not?" the Old Troll asked, looking at Fletcher with one dark eye, more cunning than most foes of his kind that the Ranger has seen before. "Mighty was his folk, and mighty too are thee. Trusty foes you be, too, if thou walk with a Ranger. I ask for parley, if thou will abide me."

Tomas took the chance to back off, letting the others handle things. Though, he did begin to walk back towards the stone seat of the fire, seeking for the gnawed shinbone.

Roles for Journeys

• GuideIn charge of all decisions concerning route, rest, and supplies. Guides rely on Wisdom and Survival proficiency. - Prudence
• ScoutIn charge of setting up camp, opening new trails. Scouts rely on Stealth and Investigation. - Fletcher
• HunterIn charge of finding food in the wild. Hunters rely on success with Survival checks. - Orn
• Look-outIn charge of keeping watch. Look-outs rely on their abilities in Perception. - Léofwyn

OOC: Prudence's critical hit, Orn's blow, and Fletcher's arrow all strike the Old Troll true! You've gotten him on the defensive, and for the moment, he seems willing to parley, if you will accept the offer. If not, he will take his turn before you all go.

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The battle raged on. Despite the Old Troll doing all it could to squash these menaces, the Company's ferocity managed to start overwhelming the creature. Prudence's blade seemed to find a weak spit in its armor, and thrusting as hard as she could, pierced deep into his flank, black ichorous blood flowing onto her steel. Orn's blow followed up, smashing the foe heavily on the gut, causing him to stumble backwards onto his rocky bottom. While the repositioning didn't offer the Shield-Maiden a clear path to strike it, it did give Fletcher a clear shot at his face. While the arrow didn't pierce the eye, the arrowhead and the flame certainly struck true, causing the beast to shriek in pain and clasp his left eye.

Snarling, but for the moment beaten, the Old Troll looked at the Company. He didn't immediately lunge at them again, but instead, with his back pressed to the stone wall of the cave, began to speak. "Ai! That smarts, it does," he groaned, his snarl settling down into a grim expression with half of his face winced in pain, still covered by his hand. "Elendil? That be a name I've not heard in many long years. Thou art one of the Men of Westernesse, art thou not?" the Old Troll asked, looking at Fletcher with one dark eye, more cunning than most foes of his kind that the Ranger has seen before. "Mighty was his folk, and mighty too are thee. Trusty foes you be, too, if thou walk with a Ranger. I ask for parley, if thou will abide me."

Tomas took the chance to back off, letting the others handle things. Though, he did begin to walk back towards the stone seat of the fire, seeking for the gnawed shinbone.

Roles for Journeys

• GuideIn charge of all decisions concerning route, rest, and supplies. Guides rely on Wisdom and Survival proficiency. - Prudence
• ScoutIn charge of setting up camp, opening new trails. Scouts rely on Stealth and Investigation. - Fletcher
• HunterIn charge of finding food in the wild. Hunters rely on success with Survival checks. - Orn
• Look-outIn charge of keeping watch. Look-outs rely on their abilities in Perception. - Léofwyn

OOC: Prudence's critical hit, Orn's blow, and Fletcher's arrow all strike the Old Troll true! You've gotten him on the defensive, and for the moment, he seems willing to parley, if you will accept the offer. If not, he will take his turn before you all go.

Roll20 Map

To Post: Everyone!

@codexgigas @Grendel @Papa Bear @grimlock

The battle raged on. Despite the Old Troll doing all it could to squash these menaces, the Company's ferocity managed to start overwhelming the creature. Prudence's blade seemed to find a weak spit in its armor, and thrusting as hard as she could, pierced deep into his flank, black ichorous blood flowing onto her steel. Orn's blow followed up, smashing the foe heavily on the gut, causing him to stumble backwards onto his rocky bottom. While the repositioning didn't offer the Shield-Maiden a clear path to strike it, it did give Fletcher a clear shot at his face. While the arrow didn't pierce the eye, the arrowhead and the flame certainly struck true, causing the beast to shriek in pain and clasp his left eye.

Snarling, but for the moment beaten, the Old Troll looked at the Company. He didn't immediately lunge at them again, but instead, with his back pressed to the stone wall of the cave, began to speak. "Ai! That smarts, it does," he groaned, his snarl settling down into a grim expression with half of his face winced in pain, still covered by his hand. "Elendil? That be a name I've not heard in many long years. Thou art one of the Men of Westernesse, art thou not?" the Old Troll asked, looking at Fletcher with one dark eye, more cunning than most foes of his kind that the Ranger has seen before. "Mighty was his folk, and mighty too are thee. Trusty foes you be, too, if thou walk with a Ranger. I ask for parley, if thou will abide me."

Tomas took the chance to back off, letting the party handle things. Though, he did begin to walk back towards the stone seat of the fire, seeking for the gnawed shinbone.

Roles for Journeys

• GuideIn charge of all decisions concerning route, rest, and supplies. Guides rely on Wisdom and Survival proficiency. - Prudence
• ScoutIn charge of setting up camp, opening new trails. Scouts rely on Stealth and Investigation. - Fletcher
• HunterIn charge of finding food in the wild. Hunters rely on success with Survival checks. - Orn
• Look-outIn charge of keeping watch. Look-outs rely on their abilities in Perception. - Léofwyn

OOC: Prudence's critical hit, Orn's blow, and Fletcher's arrow all strike the Old Troll true! You've gotten him on the defensive, and for the moment, he seems willing to parley, if you will accept the offer. If not, he will take his turn before you all go.

Roll20 Map

To Post: Everyone!

@codexgigas @Grendel @Papa Bear @grimlock