By Fire and Fury
Day of Rule, 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Amid the chaos none can hear the sound of breaking glass but all can see the fire all too well as it blasts across the cobbles and greedily lick up legs thick as tree trunks. Yet with a growl of pain the beast manages to hurl itself away, strands of the burning tar breaking as he does.... hurling itself right at Esha whose eye is on the assassin even as words of power form on her lips, to hurl some curse or enchantment.
"Ware!" you call, even as Silver's charge carries your forward... too late,
far too late. The beast's fangs pass though the spell-forged shield like steel though cloth sinking into her shoulder and then the whirling blade cuts into her ribs with the dreadful sound of metal scraping bone as blood pours in a wave over the stones.
Esha loses 6 Temporary Hit Points takes 19 damage and is Unconscious (-3 HP)
No warcry passes your lips, not even a curse at the beast, but anger and rage that bubble in a red haze and red if the flame of Durendal as you strike the beast in the neck with such fury as would have sent the head of any mortal man flying. Alas that this is no man, it bleeds but does not die turning its hateful gaze on you.
Eyes of metal and not of flesh, you realize distantly.
As much mechanism as monster.
And then the monster speaks, in rough but understandable Anwa "Oi I'm gonna loike when I tear your shinies from your corpse and ear 'em."
Silver's hooves spark off its armor unable to get at his flesh even as you watch in horror, that flesh knits, the bleeding slows. Somewhere behind you you hear something hiss in anger and you can only hope the ones behind you have been snared. You have no time to turn aside and look, not then the troll faces you over Esha's fallen body.
When something wet sloshes at your feet you notice, a snare just as Zaia had cast, though Silver quick on his hooves manages to kick most of it away. Jerking aside opens his neck to the troll's teeth and he latches on with savage glee, though when the arm that is not an arm comes tearing though the air it strikes only your shield.
The metal holds somehow, though the blow almost turns you around in the saddle, enough so to see Zaia bleeding, one of the hooded ones at his feet, though not by his hand alone to judge by the chunks of ice mixed in with the blood and brains of a shattered hea. Inge is holding out a trembling hand.... by that hand had one of the pair been snared and the other slain.
Zaia has taken 4 Damage
As Tom raises his shield and attacks the troll, spear glinting among the smoke the foes in the hideout fire again and this time one of them manages to find his mark, striking him in the calf even as he hurls himself at the beast and manages to find the spot between bronze and stone hard flesh, digging deep.
Tom takes 3 Damage
Be it ever so mighty there is only so much blood in the thing and a torrent has already flowed out, enough to paint Silver's flank crimson and drip down his leg.
If it's clever enough to want to rob your corpse mayhap it is clever enough to surrender so you can deal with the rest, the thought floats to the front of your mind, piercing the curtain of rage.
What do you do?
[] Offer quarter to the troll if he will surrender
[] Fight on
-[] Write in how
OOC: Given that we have one of your allies unconscious, one enemy dead and another one entangled in the web I thought this would be a good moment for another vote, for instance if you want to take an action to heal Esha or if you want to focus on the assassin or the troll etc...