Cellar Troll

Ludo watched the stevedores being woken, he half expected the town guards to come marching down the street at any moment. Ducking further behind some crates he watched and waited. Turning behind him he checked for an escape route – just in case. If things turned ugly, he decided that he would make his way to the home of Nicolai’s mothers place. He thought sometimes Feldard and the others were not very subtle.

The rogue’s keen ears picked up fragments of conversation from the awakened stevedores.

“Damn! They got inta the inn.”

“Looks like we won’t be collecting.”

“Never should get involved in dealings with mages. Let’s clear out.”

Stephan noted the awakening of the stevedores and growing commotion out in the street. He turned and lifted the door they’d only just broken down.

“Da. Maybe if we close it, we won’t get into any trouble with the town guards.”

His companions looked at him like he’d gone daft.

“Well, it might be that the guards won’t want to come in here. We can find a way out.” Just then, a realization that he was barring Ludo from joining them washed over his face. A clear flush of red showed in the fighter’s cheeks. He hoped the others wouldn’t point out his error.

The dwarf just shook his head. “Lets just hurry this up.” Feldard headed towards the door behind the bar.

Hasan saw Feldard was headed to one door. “Good, good, Miklos, Maruc, you take the other door, with Stephan. I’ll follow Feldard.” And without another word, the two demihumans slipped past the bar, only the top of Feldard’s helm and Hasan’s eyes showing above the high stone bar.

Fortunately, the old door had a bar and Stephan, with the quick aid of Maruc, was able to secure the door enough — they hoped — to thwart the town guards. Or at least, Stephan hoped, the guards would not choose to batter down a door that appeared to be in place. Maybe, he thought, Ludo, who was still on the outside of the building, would somehow divert the guards.

“Da! Goot!” Stephan said as he made his way over the dusty, debris-strewn room to the other door. Trying to mimic how he’d seen Ludo do it, he listened at the door.

“Back off you clanking brute,” Miklos muttered as he inclined his arguably more subtle ear to the door.

They heard nothing, and so they pushed it open. Inside was what appeared to be an old supply room. It was empty, save for some debris.

Hasan and Feldard opened the other door, behind the bar. This room appeared to be the tavern’s kitchen. The foul smell of the place intensified. Stairs led up to what was likely to be the guest rooms. Hasan’s ears perked up as he heard what sounded like movement coming from below.

A hidden trap door in the floor was thrown open with great force. A wave disgusting stench flowed into the room as a vile creature began to climb up through the opening. A large humanoid with mottled skin, its sharp claws scratched the ground as it was lifting itself into the room. Feldard and Hasan had heard tales of creatures such as these, though they had never faced one in the flesh. Possessing a unique ability to quickly heal from even the most severe wounds, they were very difficult to kill.



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5 responses to “Cellar Troll

  1. 3:28pm, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 24,705/48000
    Miklos: 24,585/40000
    Feldard: 25,015/34000
    Hasan: 24,110/32000
    Stephan: 24,090/32000
    Ludo: 23,610/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo observed the stevedores departing the area, taking a chance he followed them with the aim of waylaying one of them to see if he could get any answers from them. As they went seperate ways he tailed two men that were heading deeper into Fogor Isles streets and alleyways. As the two men travlled through a dark alleyway, he took a chance and stuck up on the men, swinging the hilt of his blade down hard he felled one of the men to the ground, quickly reversing his blade, he held to the throat of the second stevedore. In a low voice he said “Time for questions, depending on the answers you hangs your life, so some straight and true answers had better be forthcoming. Who hired you, when and where? And where were you to get paid?

  3. Feldard

    In the kitchen, Feldard reached over his shoulder where normally he’d have his axe strapped – but there was nothing there. His axe was being held on promise of his good behaviour. He cussed in dwarven and glanced about the kitchen for anything useful as a weapon. Pots and pans weren’t gonna do much against that thing. As if were, if the stories were true – even his axe wouldn’t have done much to keep the creature down.

    What then could he use? The creature lived in darkness… perhaps bright light or fire might drive it off?

    “Hasan, keep it busy, while I light a torch.”

  4. Stephan

    Stephan, sword in hand, bolted at the sound of the crashing trap door from the other room. He barreled past Miklos in a rush to the tavern’s old scullery. Maruc was also running toward the kitchen.

    “Ufff,” Miklos erupted as he fell against the door frame in trying to avoid Stephan’s drive to the tavern’s back room.

    Stephan bumped his way to the back room to find a strange creature emerging from some dark, subterranean chambre. Feldard was reaching for a missing axe on his back. The horror of the situation immediately impacted the Traladarian. He recalled instantly the group’s previous encounter with a beast similar to this one. He remembered with a sickening feeling the severed hand of the last creature dragging itself over the floor to fight on.

    “Retreat!” Stephan bellowed but instead of fleeing, his fighter instinct kicked in and he engaged the fell being with is sword and shield.

    “Fly, you fools! Fly!” he yelled as he tried to keep the sickly monster at bay.

  5. hasan, miklos and maruc

    “Now we fight monsters, Stephan,” shrieked Hasan, crazed with fear and delight at seeing the fell beast laboring through the trapdoor. The elf swiped fiercely and saw his blade rip through the troll’s putrid flesh. As the animal’s midsection cleared the gate, its claws found freedom to begin flashing through the air, and the elf’s enthusiasm fell as the troll’s great reach became apparent. They were in close quarters combat with a terror! “Miklos, we need you now!” the elf screamed.

    Maruc and Miklos heard the fearsome raucous and made way quickly round the bar. The cleric angled for a way to enter the fray and the mage becan to prepare his most powerful incantation.

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