Fafnir, Dremin, Urgral, Suulin, and Luck had formed the battle line in front of Vridich and me. The defense was as good as it could be. Near twenty Theran slavers were pouring down the mountain side, around dozen or more troll skyraiders were falling from the sky like rain. This was the worst situation we had been in yet, we were out numbered three to one.
The there was a spark of hope – the trolls started to attack the Therans not us! They could have chosen to attack us but instead attacked the slavers and the slave barge. Suulin threw a bola at the spell caster that was leaning over the side of the barge that was parked over head just behind our battle line. It struck him hard and he shouted in fury. I shouted at Dremnin to fall out of line and put that crossbow to use against the Nethermancer. As he readied the crossbow I filled in his spot in line. I heard the shot fired but he must have missed as I heard him grumble under his breath.
Luck and Urgral decided to follow some trolls that leaped on the barge. Luck leaped up the ten feet on to the deck of the barge. Urgral climbed up the cliff face to scramble over the railing.
There was a troll that was getting surrounded right out in front of our line. I decided that if I helped the troll they may decide that we were friendly. Guess that tells you how much I knew of trolls. I yelled, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend!”, and charged out of the battle line. I ran towards the slaver on the right side of the troll and threw my dagger at him but missed. Dremnin and Suulin followed my lead and we all attacked the same slaver.
Looking back this is where I failed my group. I was out for battle lust and glory. I should have been thinking of our quest and my friends. We could have used the opening to try to escape up the waterway and over the ridge or on to the barge. If I am to be a better leader I will have to think of these things.
Back to the battle – things were looking good. The Unchained and the trolls were whipping the tar out of the slavers. Out of nowhere this screaming troll came up behind me and hit me in the back so hard it shook my teeth. This was when I realized that we were screwed because of my bad choice. I called for a retreat back to the water line, and the three of us started to fall back. I’m not sure but I think I heard Suulin in a man’s voice call out and insult the trolls for having small man parts. I took a swing at the troll that had hit me as I fell back and missed.
I saw Fafnir come running from the other end of the battle line. Maybe that little dwarf does have some stones; he was over there all by himself. Fafnir took the left flank of our new line (that was a real mess).
The trolls pressed the attack and I took another serious hit. I knew that I did not have much left in me. I could feel rage and desperation swelling up inside me. I had gotten us all killed. The trolls kept yelling for us to drop our weapons. I had to keep my friends from perishing but I could not let that troll that hit me in the back just get away with out some payback.
I let my rage fly. I put every thing I had in to my next attack and struck him in the chest with the hammer and reeled him back on to his heels. I spun and struck low with the tail mace catching him in the knee. This made the troll howl in pain again. I tossed the hammer in to the snow behind me and fell to my knees. My head was swimming and I could barely see. I hurt all over and I could feel my blood running down my armor onto my leg. I expected for the troll to hit me again, but I hoped that my friends would follow my lead and surrender. I heard a loud yell from a troll on my left; I later learned his name was Honus Steelskull. I guess that he spared my life. The troll that I hit was not happy about it. Another troll in front of me made fun of the enraged troll and smacked him on the shoulder. My friends put down their weapons and knelt.
At this point without warning the largest of the trolls ran screaming from our party. He ran like a hatchling swimming from a green eel. The trolls’ warleader Rorik Steelskull hid behind a large rock. Then shortly after came charging Vridich with a bloodcurdling battle cry, his troll sword raised above his head. Several trolls and one human skyraider tackled him and held him down till he was calm. I found out later that Vridich has cast a spell on him, robbing him of his courage and senses.
We were all bound and thrown in to the troll drakkar with the Therans and the slaves from the barge. I was fading in and out. I was still bleeding and the pain set in as my rage was all spent. The human that fought with the trolls came over and bandaged my wounds. He told me that he was impressed with my fighting and that if I wanted to live to tell the truth. That is when the darkness took me.
Ardor Zomay Skram
3rd circle Tail dancer