Aftermath

[tomcat]

Finally able to stand, Fengel saw Ort go down, his massive body shaking the ground as it hit.  It seemed that they might be able to overcome the trolls after all. Or maybe not.. Fengel turned as the one called Gnash yelled out, and saw the fury of the troll smash the life out of one of the Dwarves. He moved quickly to fill in the gap, dropping his shield, and raised Cerduil for a two handed slash. It was more than the exasperated Gnash could take. Already greatly wounded by the many Dwarven axes, Fengel's sword took the troll in the mid-section, eviscerating the fell-beast. Gnash fell backwards against the cave wall and breathed out a great long breath. It was his last.

In the darkness of his blindness, Bin heard his comrade fall and knew that he was alone. He whipped his club about before him but the nimble Seriand and Galudir evaded and got within Bin's reach. Giving a look to one another and making a silent agreement, the rogue and warrior stabbed with their blades, on either side of the troll, just under Bin's ribs. The swords cut through the tough hide and pierced true, sliding in deep to their hilts. Bin grunted from the attacks and fell forward to his knees, dropping his club. He reached around him, blind, trying to find some support and his hand grasped the great stalagmite that cropped up from the ground. Bin leaned against it, the two swords still in his sides and the Company members watched as the huge beast slowly passed.

The cave was suddenly quiet. Only the sound of breathing from the winded warriors could be heard, as both Dwarves, Elves and Men looked about at each other. They had done it!

It was Bori who spoke first, "Well done," he said between heavy breaths.


OOC: I had missed Fengel's results and they were great enough to kill Gnash. With him out of the way, there was very little that the final blind troll would have been able to do by his initiative, so I just narrated this one out. Good fight guys... I am gonna have to build a better mouse trap.  :D

Actions - and/or - Dialogue

*Italic content is from Palandil's post in round 3

[Palandil]

OOC:That was a cool narration, even though it was short.  Keep up the great work Tomcat!

IC:
Fengel was amazed at how quickly they had overcome the trolls.  Slightly out of breath, he walked over and picked up his shield.  Then he looked around at the rest of the company, especially Dirnhael, "Everyone ok?", he asked.

[tomcat]

OOC: Yea... it was short - 4 rounds to tag out 3 trolls. Of course, there were 13 attackers against them... still.  ??? :-\

[Wiseman]

Seriand immediatly smiled as the beast fell under the combined attack with the rogue, a bout of teamwork that shocked Seriand.  As the troll fell Seriand lost his grip on the sword and had to recover it once the beast had drawn it's last breath.

Sheathing the weapon he quickly went to the nearest wounded dwarf and tried his best to begin patching up the wounded warrior.

Healing: Roll(1d12)+5:  8,+5 Total:13

[sdrotar]

Dirnhael looked about, shocked at the Company's luck.
They had entered a troll's lair and lived to tell the tale, let alone rescue the Dwarves and increase their standing with the Mountain-folk.

There was treasure here, and though Dirnhael was not a greedy man, he was curious, and Thermon needed to be paid...

[Palandil]

Fengel was glad to see that Dirnhael had not been harmed, and he had a chuckle of agreement with the amazed look that Dirnhael expressed upon the defeat of the trolls.  As the adrenaline began to fade, Fengel felt a sting in his chest that continued to increase in intensity.  Suddenly he remembered he had taken quite a hit from the troll.  He set his shield back on the ground and sheathed his sword.  Then he began to take off the chainmail to inspect the damage to himself.  The chainmail had been pressed so hard against his chest that they had actually gone into his skin, but most of the damage seemed to be internal.  He felt to see if any bones had been broken, and though pain raced through him like lighting, he did not think there were any.  There would be great bruises in the morning he thought.  He bandaged the flesh wounds as best he could and then refitted his armor.  It was then he noticed the mail had been damaged as well.  "Maybe the master dwarves would repair the mail." He hoped.

Healing+1; Wit+1; treatwounds+2
Roll(1d12)+4: 10,+4 Total:14

[GandalfOfBorg]

The bow of the Elves certainly served him well!  Though his skill was great, inflicting much harm against a mighty servant of the Enemy was beyond his expectations.  He beamed as he looked again upon his gift with renewed awe.

Hearing Fengel's strained call, Durgil replied, "Aye, I am alright.  Warriors of Moria, how did you fare?"

[Nikitas]

Galudir pulled his sword out of the fallen troll and wiped the blood off with the end of his cloak. Sheathing his sword he looked about the room, many had survived but at least one dwarf was dead. Turning to anearby dwarf, he bends forward and speaks to him in a hushed tone, "Hey Dwarf, do you suppose the legends of treasure in troll caves is true?"

[Stefan]

"Aye, theres some small horde in the back of the cave.  It probably belings to the Dwarves that they have killed."

Having very little to do with healing the sick or curing the injured, Nain walks back to where the pile of booty lay and begins a quick accounting of all the booty that they trolls had aquired.  It was more loot than he'd seen in one place in his life but he looked it over with the calculating eye of a shopkeeper checking stock, ticking off mentally all the weapons and items as he put the coins into countable stacks.

[BrianM]

ooc I believe it was the inert form of Dwolin that Edrahil pulled from the fray in the final round. What sort of state is he in? (ic post coming ...)

[tomcat]

OOC: Hey Brian, Dwolin is -5 Wounded; any Healing tests will be at the TN that pertians to that wound level.

A new post will follow tomorrow morning... goodnight for now.

Doug

[BrianM]

[ic]
As the sounds of battle subsided around him, Edrahil checked the fallen Dwolin to determine the extent of his injuries. He began to sing an enchantment once he saw that there were no longer any threats to the group. Using herbs and bandages from his satchel, the elf attended Dwolin's wounds as he sang.

[ooc]
Cast Healing Spell ...
Weariness Test TN 10
Willpower +3, Resolute +1, Strong-willed +2, The Art +2, Winded -1
Roll(1d12)+7: 10,+7 Total:17

Healing (Treat Injury) TN 20 (wounded)
Bonus +8, Spell +8, Specialty +2, Winded -1
Roll(1d12)+17: 12,+17 Total:29
bonus die
Roll(1d6)+29: 2,+29 Total:31 Lucky day for Dwolin!

[ic]
Once the injured dwarf had been looked after, Edrahil turned to the others. "Dwolin will be fine. Is anyone else hurt?" His eyes fell upon the other fallen dwarf, clearly beyond aid. The elf closed his eyes for a brief moment, wishing the soul of the fallen dwarf a quick journey to the halls of his ancestors.

[tomcat]

With the tension of battle subsided, the members of the Company saw to different tasks.

Edrahil went to Dwolin and looked over the Dwarf's wounds and he was greatly concerned. The Dwarf warrior had led the charge against Bin and the troll had savagely struck him multiple times with his great club. The Sindar mage knew that he would need to get the injured to a more satisfactory place of healing - somewhere with comfortable bedding and fresh water. In the meantime, he did what he could to ease Dwolin's suffering.

Bori, the Dwarf captain of the guard went to all of his kin and spoke to them silently. As a group, they stood over the one fallen comrade that lay on the floor of the cave, and cast their hoods over their heads. The ritual caught the eye of Nain, and he too took a moment silence. Out of respect, the other Companions stood silent so as not to interfere with any customs.

After a few moments, Bori pushed back his hood and spoke. "There is another fallen outside the cave, one of your patrol members," he said, addressing the Dwarves that had been freed. "You will take up the body of him and Kalin, who lays before us, and also Dwolin. All three are to be carried back to the Halls of their fathers - Dwolin to the house of healing, and the other two to the place of rest." With a final word, "Get along now."

And thus the three rescued patrol members saw to the task of seeing their fellows back to Khazad-dûm. They went outside to remove the large stone from the broken Dwarf, while waiting for Edrahil to tend to Dwolin. As they did this, Bori moved deeper into the cave to where Nain appraised the three large chests and littered pieces of treasure - the other Company members also stood round.

The treasure was in many shapes - coins, jewelry, precious stones, and crafted goods - and it looked as if the three trolls had been marauding the Hollin Road for many years, for cobwebs and a fine coat of dust lay over most. There was a stack of items that looked like they were recently placed there, including sacks of grains and other food stuffs. It was most likely the wares that were stolen from the broken wagon that still sat on the road far below.

Among the coins, Nain could see symbols of mintings from all the Free Peoples - gold coins from Moria, Silver from Lindon and the North Kingdoms. Seriand's keen eyes even saw a small pouch of coins that bore the ancient markings of Celebrimbor! Either the Troll's stash was long in the making, or they had been scavaging the lands of his kin to the west.

Before any of the Companions could say anymore to each other, Bori, who stood behind all, spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone. "I claim this treasure for the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm and for King Bain."

OOC: Actions - and/or - Dialogue?

[sdrotar]

Dirnhael cleared his throat as he finished wiping the troll blood from his blade.
"With all due respect, Master Dwarf, our Company went to save these Dwarves without aid - and aided greatly in gaining their freedom. Our lives were also in peril, and our armor has been damaged, as well. Is it not reasonable to share some portion of it with friends who fought beside you?"

Dirnhael didn't care much for the treasure himself - though money often made life much easier when one traveled as he did - but he knew that some of the others did, and the fact that Bori essentially excluded Nain from the discussion rankled him.

[Nikitas]

Persuade:
2d6= 4,6
Bearing (+1), Skill Ranks (+5), Speciality (+2), Honey-tongued (+2)
10+5+2+2= 19

If it helps I will spend courage to increase the result.

Edit: Woops, a little late. Should I delete this?
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As Nain was accounting the treasure hoard there was a broad grin on Galudir's face, thoughts of an early retirement in the luxury of a kingly city flashed in his mind. But when Bori claimed the treasure for the dwarves the rogue had to shake the look of shock off of his face. Once Dirnhaeal spoke Galudir followed his lead, "Yes master dwarf, the wisdom of your people in matters of justice is legendary. Surely some compensation is justly due for the lives risked in the rescue of your most worthy kin. No doubt the benevolent lord of the mountain would be so generous with his rightly held treasure." Galudir finished his pleas waving his hand in the direction of the treasure. It occurred to him that Bori was now alone, perhaps he could be overcome. But he set those thoughts aside quickly, this band was not like his previous companions in such dealings.