Age of Ice and Blood: A Pathfinder System Heroic Fantasy Quest

Day of Rule, 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)

The thought lingers in your mind only for an instant, for how could you trust the companion of a thief and now all but murderer to keep a vow. The only answer you give is a steel sheathed in fire striking the troll across the jaw even as Silver rears and tries to push the foe aside by sheer bulk of horse and rider. Alas that what might have easily thrown or trampled an ordinary man does little to budge the mountain of flesh and metal. Steel rings flash and fall like silver rain as the whirling blade seeks his flank but does not find it...

Out of the corner of your eye you catch sight of Zaia rushing to Esha's side bottle already in hand pressing it to her lips even as Tom comes near, shouting encouragement as he can. Alas there is no line for him to guard, no archers to direct. He moves with the surety of one whose sight had been restored, of all your sworn men he here alone. Alas in the battles of knights and sorcerers he is alas less able to direct.

Tom is no longer Blinded

Esha heals 9 Damage, now at 6 HP

Again the mist shrouded fey shoots his strange weapon like thunder and its echo rolling , like lightning flash green fire. whether it be aimed at, you, at Silver or at Zaia you do not know for certain, only that they find their mark and that the troll had known to guard his eyes before the shots.

Zaia and Silver take 4 Damage and are Dazzled

The shooter calls something in the strange tongue of the fey amid the sound of the shot and it is only when you manage to force your eyes open that you realize the troll is drawing back and though you score another blow against his back and Tom drives the point of his spear into its enormous thigh it's not enough to kill not by far. The troll heals by its own nature where Inge and Zaia are limited in their powers, you realize their game just as Esha rises to one knee and with staff in hand sends a bolt of power burrowing into the flesh of the one who had laid her low.

"They are trying to run!" the sorceress gasps much to your surprise. Brigands would surely want to keep their ill gotten gains to the last... Before you can finish the thought more shots ring out from the windows, one sparking harmlessly against your armor, one grazing your cheek.

You take 2 Damage

Freed for a moment to look around you notice that the snared foe had met his end by diminutive bolts and Inge was at Esha's side offering her own ministrations... or trying to at least as the pale light of her patron seems to flicker and fade like a lantern in a stormy night. As Silver charges of his own accord you see something fall or be hurled from the windows of the hideout.

"Catch!" a familiar mid voice echoes with triumph in your mind. It is only when you see it there right in your path like a quivering reed of battle sunk deep into the stones of the city that you recognize it... the dragon slaying spear that you had come this way to claim. Swift Pebble does quick work.

Passing he prize of the hunt by in a thunder of hooves you strike the fleeing foe with bronze and flame even as he reaches his confederate whom you now recognize as the same tinker fey who had tricked you, he reaches out for his companion smoke billowing around him... yet he is just a moment too late.

In the narrow alleyways a man can run as well as any horse and so Tom is here, driving the very spear that had been taken from him into one of the troll's wounds driving him to his knees at last.

"Halt!" the cloaked fey shouts. "Victory is yours in blood or treasure!"

It takes you a moment to realize he is asking for quarter, as much as one who cannot take anything un-repaid can, but dare you take the bargain? It won't take more than a few moments for his companion to heal if you do not find some arcane means to slay him..

What do you do?

[] Name your terms of surrender hoping this is not a trick
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[] Slay the troll before it can recover

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OOC: I know it's not as exciting to have the toll turn like that and try to escape, but these people are not mad cultists or the like, they are criminals of some stripe who work for profit.