Spend one of my Hope

Grimbeorn cannot let the town down, the fight must be brought to this great enemy and they need all the help they can get.  "To the wall -- we will yet beat them back!  For the Tarn!" he cries, calling all in hearing to meet the troll in their way.  "Now for you, brute.  If you value your hide, leave lest you feel the bite of our blades and sting of arrow -- this is not your day!"

 
Stance: Open
Maneuver: Intimidate

 

Battle - 1d12 : 1, total 1
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 6, 1, total 9

  I'll take a great success.

The longspear was an advantage to the Beorning. Much like fighting a mountain bear he hoped to inflict pain and stay out if its reach.

Hathcyn grew weary of being plagued with corpses, though weary he was in truth from the long battle. But a fey mood was on him and he knew the faster the fight was concluded one way or the other toil would cease.

"CARROCK!"

The longspear moved opening an attack against the troll


Open Stance

Quote from: Telcontar on Oct 17, 2021, 08:52 PM paul, what's going in here with the Shieldmaiden? i am missing something.

There was someone on the roof shooting and then there is a dead corpse in the yard that's animated and speaking?

There's (quite intentionally) a lot going on in this scene.  Lindwine is shooting a bow from up on the roof and yes, a dead shieldmaiden of the Woodmen is... speaking?  Sort of?  There's a voice, and her eyes are aglow, but her mouth isn't moving. 

The shieldmaiden's death was a blink-and-you'll-miss-it detail a few rounds ago - she was one of the people who followed you from the goblin ambush only to get cut down in the fighting. 

If you're confused, then good.  This is supposed to feel confusing and frightening.

Oh, and Lindwine misses, her arrow going wide into the mist. 

From Lindwine's lips comes a cry of dismay as she beholds for the first time a stone troll.  A fearsome thing it is, drawn by its master's call from some dismal lair beneath the shadowy boughs of southern Mirkwood.  Easily half again as tall as a Man, and many times as massive, it bears a jerkin and crude vambraces of uncured and unidentifiable hides over its rough skin, from which several arrows already protrude.  A shiver of what was once a ram for to break the doors of Sweartmereseld it now grips in the mode of a club, and the blood of Men already stains its jaw and jowls. 

From inside the hole in the roof, another arrow protrudes, insistently jabbing at the woman of the Tarn until she plucks it from the hand that proffers it.  Then (for what else could be done?) she nocks it and takes aim at the huge and hateful form. 


Lindwine shoots:

  paul, what's going in here with the Shieldmaiden? i am missing something.

There was someone on the roof shooting and then there is a dead corpse in the yard that's animated and speaking?

From the shattered body of the shieldmaiden comes a weird, keening song:

  Death to light, to law, to love!
  Cursed be moon and stars above!
  May darkness everlasting old
  That waits outside in surges cold
  Drown Manwë, Varda and the sun!
  May all in hatred be begun
  and all in evil ended be,
  in moaning of the endless Sea! 

As the troll's heavy footfalls approach, the mist swirls and gathers about them.