Ludo stopped in his tracks when he noticed the ugly rat faced man. Something was not right. Well this was a right mess he thought to himself, the guards had arrived, Ludo sensed that the rat-faced man was a spy/look out for Golthar. Of Hasan and the others there was no sign. Suddenly Ludo heard the lightning bolt go off from within the Inn, without a doubt his friends were in mortal danger, yet he stayed within the shadows. He was torn – he knew they needed his help yet to go in after the town guards would betray his presence. He had a feeling that he would be better off staying out of sight. He ducked behind some crates within the alley and kept watch, praying that his team mates would be alright. He kept a careful eye on the rat faced man.
“Burn him out, boys!” the elf keened, dancing with delight at the encounter. Maruc jammed the makeshift torch into the troll’s face, and watched as the animal shrank away, cinders falling out of its stringy dark hair. Hasan swiftly summoned his magical arrow, and cast it into the troll’s shoulder, hoping a magical wound would heal a little more slowly than his sword’s.
Miklos turned and faced the guardsmen entering the room. “Over there, now, and quickly boys,” the young mage commanded. “He’s a big one, but you’ll find we have in under control. A close shave, though, it has to be said.”
Feldard was just about to charge forward once more towards the troll with his barstool when the city guards entered. Damn they were fast, but one look at them had him doubting they were really here to help. But that was secondary… there was still the troll to deal with. “It came up from the cellar. Trap it back down there!” Feldard shouted over the bellow of the troll.
Dropping his shield, Stephan side-stepped to the back of the emerging troll.
“Eeeearrrrrrrrrr,” it screeched as Hasan thrust the torch in its face.
Using his free-hand, Stephan attempted to close the trap door on the troll. With his sword arm, he hacked at the monster each time it tried to grasp the floor and pull itself out.
“Fuuuufffffuuuufff,” the troll made a sickening bellow. Feldard was shouting something. Hasan, Maruc and Stephan worked in unison to batter the thing back down the hole. Stephan heaved the heavy door over and it thudded into place, smash-severing three long green fingers off. The phalanges writhed over one another, trying to squeeze down the crack of the trap door to join the main body.
“Morndu!” one of the city guards cursed at the sight.
“Quickly,” Stephan barked at the guards, “come stand on this portal.” Even as he spoke, the door lurched upward. One of the wormy, bleeding fingers flopped back into the hole as the door heaved up. The captain of the guards, who had some of his wits about him, stamped over to lend his weight to the door.
“Smidden, Thool, get over here and put your arses on this door!” The two obeyed. And so too did three others. Soon all the guards were engaged in keeping the door firmly down. Stephan and his mates backed up from the scene. With knowing looks between them, they made a hasty exit from the tattered inn.
As soon as the heroes emerged, the man with the face like a rat scrunched his face in anger and then stealthily turned to slink away.