Dungeons and Dragons Story from 7/29/2010

Here is a story based off an adventure our D&D party had last night.

Enjoy!

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*Ker-POW!*

     

     The wooden door stood no chance against the dual kicks leveled it's way.  The old wood shattered in a terrific explosion of splintering wood and iron rivets that sprayed the guts of the former door all over the room.  The inhabitants of the room, a large group of orcs, stared in surprise at the Ivan and Torinn's grand entrance. 

  "Oh goody, orcs!"  the dwarf said.  He raised his battle axe high and charged into the room with a whoop.  Three orcs immediately drew their weapons and swarmed at him, hacking and slashing as he danced and dodged their blows.

     Arden stepped forward to stand next to Torinn, his red sorcerer robes making a gentle swishing sound.  He cracked his fingers one by one.  "Time to unleash the energies of the arcane." he said with a grin.  His eyes glowed a deep blue as he started chanting. 

     At the apex of the chant Arden thrust his hands forward and a brilliant blue bolt of pure force shot out and struck the nearest orc harassing  Ivan, burning a hole clean through the brute's chest.  It stared stupidly at the wound for a moment before sinking to its knees and falling over.  The bolt then jumped to a second orc, blackening the skin in its arm and causing it to drop its weapon and roar in pain. 

     Torinn adjusted his grip on his warhammer and prepared to spring forward.  His taunt leg muscles bunched and strained.....

*BOOM*  *BOOM* 

     

     Fire suddenly exploded in front of the doorway, sending a wave of rolling, white-hot flames towards them.  Torinn threw his shield out in front of him and instinctively tried to cover the rest of the group.  He could take the heat of the flames.  They could not.  He closed his eyes against the bright light.

     The flames were intense, but brief.  As they died, Torinn opened his scaly eyes.  His shield had taken the majority of the heat, and now glowed a faint orange color.  Arden and Magnum looked a little singed, but no worse the wear.  Three more orcs were upon them now, giving off a fearsome appearance wreathed in the lingering flame.

     The middle creature opened his mouth and grinned a nasty grin, showing off his yellow, broken teeth and letting a trail of drool drop down.  "So you like to play with fire do you?" Torinn growled at him.  He could feel his breath weapon bubbling and churning inside of him, and he brought it forth with all the fury he could muster.
     Torinn opened his mouth wide and let for a blast of searing golden flames every bit as hot as the fire that had just hit them.  It rolled forth and engulfed the three orcs, consuming them in an vengeful inferno.

     To Torinn, it seemed like he keep the hot fire coming for an eternity before they shrank and finally stopped coming.  The three orcs were completely gone, burned to small piles of ash now decorating the stone floor.  Behind them, a small gnomish looking creature and....Mouse....were dancing around while beating their clothes trying to put out small flames.  Torinn hadn't known there was anyone behind the orcs.  How the hell did Mouse get back there?

     "Are you TRYING to barbeque me Lizard!?"  She shouted, dancing around.

Bahamut's breath, thought Torinn.  He hadn't even seen the Halfling move, much less get behind the orcs.  "Can you handle our gnomish friend there?"  he rumbled.  She responded with a string of creative profanities which Torinn took for a "yes".  He charged past the gnome and into the larger room to backup Ivan.

     Arden leaned over to Magnum Bane.  "Remind me not to piss him off until AFTER he's used his breath weapon. "  Magnum Bane just grunted and let loose a bolt of dark energy at the gnome battling Mouse.

     Once out of the entrance and into the room itself, Torinn was better able to take stock of the battle.  Ivan had dispatched an orc and was battling two more.  Two other orcs hung around a giant, lichen-covered rock the back of the shrine.  (Torinn saw the alter now, a giant cast-iron anvil, most likely to Moradin.)  They were fumbling with large bottles filled with a shiny, orange liquid.  Those must be the fire-wielders, Torinn thought.  He turned and was about to charge them, when the giant rock suddenly stood up. 

     Torinn looked up.....and up....and up into the bloody face of a very angry troll.  The troll was massive, easily over double Torinn's height.  The front of him, from the bottom of his tunic to his face was covered in blood and gore.  Torinn saw a pile of bodies behind him.  He had been....eating them.  Torinn recognized the bright blue cloak on one of the bodies.  Bahamut's breath..... the troll had been eating the Farstriders.

     The troll brought his club down with a uge crash that shook the entire chamber.  Torinn hopped backward out of range of the massive weapon.  That club would be considered a tree in any other circumstance.   "They've got a cave troll!"  Torinn shouted behind him.

     "No kidding?  What was your first clue?"  Arden called in reply.  He sent a bolt of blue energy over Torinn's right shoulder and into one of the fire-throwers, staggering it. 

     Torinn sent his thoughts to the platinum disk with the image of a dragon he wore on a study silver chain around his neck.  Through it, he called upon the holy power granted to him by Bahamut .  The disk started to glow, dimly at first and then with greater and greater intensity.  The glow soon spread to Torinn himself, who was shining like a fallen star.  He raised his warhammer high.  "I am a beacon of hope in this dark place!"  he called in a voice enhanced with something not of this world.  A wave of energy pulsed from the cleric then, washing over his allies and stitching their wounds while the orcs staggered, their weapons suddenly feeling like they weighed twice what they used to. 

     The troll was not impressed.  "Puny cleric." it said in common and swatted the Dragonborn with its club.  Torinn was knocked clear across the room and crashed hard into the wall.

     Mouse was cleaning a dagger on the cloak of the dead gnome when Torinn flying past her into the wall.  She finished the polishing before turning towards the large Dragonborn.  "Problems Lizard?"

    Torinn was shaking his head, trying to clear the golden stars that were dancing in his vision.  He rose unsteadily to his feet.  "Do you need healing Rat?" he asked.  Mouse sniffed, as if offended.  "Tiny here" she gestured to the dead gnome. "could barely hold a dagger, much less hit ME with one." 

    Torinn pointed at the troll.  "Then would you be so kind as to help us down the cave troll instead of lounging about back here!?"

     "All right, all right!  I am going!"  she said, crouching low and heading towards the others.

     Torinn shook his head once more to finish clearing it and let a minor healing spell wash over him.  He was glad he had his chainmail on.  The magic in the armor had absorbed most of the troll's blow.  He picked up his warhammer from where he dropped it and rejoined the battle.

     Ivan had dispatched the two orcs and was now going toe-to-toe with the troll.  He danced and weaved,  striking small blows and forcing the giant beast to focus all of its attention on him.  The troll glowed with a flickering, black, unearthly energy, no doubt Bane's work.  One of the fire-throwers was down in the back, and as Torinn watched  Arden sent another bolt of power into the other orc.  The orc staggered backwards and dropped his vile of liquid which shattered and burst into white-hot flames that crawled along the floor. 

     Bane saw the flames coming and backed away, but the troll, who was focused on Ivan, missed them.  They licked the giant beast's feet and ankles, taking hold of its skin like it was made of dry kindling.  The troll roared in pain and danced around the room, trying to put the fire on its legs out. 

     Ivan pressed his advantage then, singing a dwarven hymn to Moradin and swinging his great axe in great overhand strikes.  He dealt several nasty blows to the hurt creature, opening up large, gaping wounds on its legs and thighs that poured a greenish-black fluid.

     But Ivan had gotten to close, and the angry troll reached one massive hand down and grabbed the dwarf.  His fingers encircles the short paladin completely, and only Ivan's head and shoulders were visible.

     Torinn rushed in and tried to bring his warhammer down on the troll's arm, but it was too quick for him.  The same hand that held Ivan tight lashed out and struck Torinn as he charged, completely stopping his momentum and knocking him to the side.  He went crashing into several pews, breaking some of knocking others free from the bolts that held them in place.

     Ivan, seeing himself used as a weapon against the group, roared in pure dwarven rage and bit down hard on the troll's hand.  It let go on him, dropping the dwarf unceremoniously on the stone floor and sending him sprawling. 

     As the beast clutched its wounded hand, a small figure behind it jumped as high as she could and buried a razor-sharp dagger deep in the troll's flesh.  Before the troll could even register what had happened, she lunged and planted a second even higher on the beast.  Bracing her weight on the second dagger, Mouse pulled the first dagger free and again lunged higher.

     In less than a second, the Halfling was to the beasts neck and head.  She took a wide stance, bracing each foot on a massive troll shoulder.  Just as a huge hand came up to grab her, Mouse drove a dagger into its eye.  With an audible pop, the squishy globe burst, letting out a small torrent of white and yellow goo.

     The troll howled in anguish and pain, redirecting the hand that was going to pluck Mouse from its back to the new would on its face.  But Mouse was not done.  She struck a second time, cross striking her dual daggers on opposite sides of the troll's neck.  Before the rest of the party could blink, she yanked the two razor-sharp blades across the soft flesh, cutting muscles, tendons, and arteries. 

     The troll held its position for a moment in time, before crashing to the floor, life leaving its remaining eye.  Mouse gave a graceful dismount and back flipped in the air before landing on her feet next to the troll's head.  She gave a graceful bow, and then turned to clean her dagger on the troll's tunic.

     Arden leaned close to Bane again.  "I take it back about Torinn:  remind me not to piss HER off.  Ever."