Chapter 7: Luck, or Hard Work?

[jstater]

"Perhaps not," says Grumm adjusting his drawers. "I'm thinking striking north, to the scene of our battle with the troglodytes might prove more interesting. Of course - maybe a quick stop to make sure the inn isn't under attack first might be a good idea as well."

[Hywaywolf]

"I think we can take it."

[jstater]

"If you really think so, perhaps one of us can open the door and run away while the others shoot their arrows and throw flaming oil at it. I'm still not sure."

[Hywaywolf]

We should all throw oil, if it hits it will do damage for 2 turns. Then those with less HP can stand back while us who can take a hit or two can melee the thing if we can. If we look like we may fall then we turn and run. The person staying back can pour out a pool of oil and light it after we pass. maybe the thing will halt. Then we can shoot arrows into it. keep retreating beyond move range each time and fire again.

So what if we get mauled, we are adventurers we need to kill this thing. We might survive it.

[Nekron99]

Brother Arven looks on exasperated, "I did not get a good look at it, if it is skeletal your arrows will do little more than annoy it, the oil and a good solid weapon would be the best bet. I say we open, throw, burn, and then smash what is left. With of course the option of running away if necessary."
"I am the most worthless in combat it seems and unless you want to be doused in flaming oil yourselves when I bungle the throw, I will volunteer to open the door, standing ready with my mace in case it comes out. You three throw the oil and be prepared to drag my sorry butt out of the flames if necessary." Brother Arven looks to the others for some sort of agreement.

[Sir Bedivere]

"'We might survive it' doesn't sound that promising. If we decide to take it, I'd rather we not close with it at all. Thrown oil and any missile weapons we have might wear it down while we stay out of range. I think it was chained, wasn't it?"

"I am the most worthless in combat it seems ...

"Well, Brother Arven, the second most worthless, at worst. I am barely a mage at all, my spell has no effect on such creatures, and all of you are more durable than my frail frame," Timorel says to reassure the cleric.

[Hywaywolf]

I changed my mind. I don't think any of us has magic or silver weapons so we will probably have to depend on the oil, and i think it will only do half damage. If we do this we should just set pools of oil and set it a fire when it steps in
. Or just leave it locked up and forget about it

[jstater]

At first blush, I think it might be better to hit this bugger after we've got a little more experience under our belts - though I could be wrong.

[Hywaywolf]

or go back up and bring back a barrel of oil, flood the passage, tie a rope to the bar through a hook on the ceiling, yank the bar from a distance, pull the door with another rope then toss a torch into the pool when the creature enters it

[Nekron99]

Brother Arven gasps "Oh good gracious, a whole barrel of oil? Do you know how bad that is for the environment? Not to mention you heat up this old stone and the whole hill to include that four star inn above will come down on our heads." he notes while picking at the crumbling mortar between the old stones.

"If it was chained then great, perhaps it won't break free and we can just pick at it from a distance. I do believe I saw a pile of gold at it's feet there Shybolt so it might be worth the try."

After a moment he says "Let's kill the thing (again) and lie to the bards about our methods later. We can't just waltz back to the inn every time we get a little bloodied or meet a new critter. At least that is not how the heroes in the books I read behaved." His looks down his nose a bit at that last comment and a bit miffed.