Swords & Souls IC

[Eiji]

Maya is being puppeted, ans so she readies action, ready to hack, slash, and ker-smash the opponents.

Ell wiped her brow, glancing back at the huge ass arrow sticking out of the bridge boards and just imagining what would happen had she been there.  With Uno having rescued the elves, her soul no longer felt the heavy weight of guilt.  Normally she'd take issue with the disruptive verbal combat behind her, but her artifical heart was beating too fast for her right now.  She had to think, she had to figure out what to do ne-  "GYAAAAHH!!!!"

Jethro had popped up next to her and spoke to her, scaring and worrying her all at once.  Jesus, how did he know she was here?  She glanced at herself visibly, seeing nothing... ok, her invisibility hadn't faded.  Maybe he was just packing sight she didn't know he had.  And then Jethro keeled over dead, a sickening sight, but her worry was quickly abated.  If Jethro didn't say it, she would have recognized the Magic Jar from sight.  He must be trying to act covertly, she'll have to keep a look out to which enemy was Jethro... god, this was to be difficult.

Anyway, now was a good time to buff, while no one, escape the corpsey caster, knew where she was.  Hands clasped together, she pulled them apart with an invisible thread of energy which she rapidly weaved into a pair of wings.  The plastic compounds of her outer shell bubbled and from her back sprouted a pair of beautiful and molten wings.  With a flip and a flap, she was off to alight herself above her enemies, flying circles over them.  If anyone needed her, now she could zoom over to them at a moment's notice.

The other flying member, Ciara, sailed closer to her charge and silently let out a mental pulse, a command to the swarm below.  Charm Monster DC 22, you're better off saving your own skin friend.  Better to fight elsewhere..  (1d20) 10+7+5=21, just barely failed.  Opposed Cha check, Ciara's 12+8=20 vs 15-1=14, failure.  The swarm will retreat as ordered.

Ciara did a needless foward flip in mid air and landed next to Zion with a self satisfied smirk on her face, motioning to Sophitia, who nodded in reply.  "Let them go." Sophitia translated for Zion, motioning to the swarm.  Sophitia is holding action... for here... they... come!

As the swarm fled to the north, great lumbering masses of bloody flesh lumbered around the tree, climbing unnaturally like xenomorphs, bodies rubbery and covered in weeping sores that spilled pus with every muscle contraction.  Zion has read about them in the bestiary you had recieved so it will presumed you have knowledge of these Crimson Trolls in all their horror.  The giants were unarmed save one who marched behind them packing a longbow.  Was this your archer?  No, the bow is still too small, yet it was a good case for it.  The moment they arranged themselves and approach, a flurry of readied actions exploded from the party.

Maya-The moment the troll steps in, Maya does the 5ft shuffle and unleashes a full attack, -6 power attack!  Attack:8+16=24 hit!  18+11=28 hit!  20!  Confirming, 14+6=20, confirms!  Let the raping commence!  Damage: (2d6+2d6)9+7+24=40, (2d6+2d6)8+5+24=37, (4d6+2d6)10+6+24=40, total 107!!!  That was a short fight, as chunks of troll fly in every direction!  It'll take a while to regen from -23!  The boss knows who to aim for now...
Zion-Wall of Fire goes off right in front of the three trolls to the left!  Taste fire!  (Troll 2, (2d4) 2 lethal damage) (Troll 3 & 4 (1d4 each) 3, 2 lethal damage.)
Sophitia-And immediately after a 10ft high wall of stone sprung up right behind it!  Wall of Fire is opaqe!  If those trolls were brave enough to face the flames, they'f find an unpleasent surprise waiting for them.  Burn, or waste your time trying to get around it you fiends!  She ran off into the air, walking upon footprints of light she left as she took to the sky.  Time to get a good position for blasting.

And thats before the trolls even DO anything.  Let's see if the trolls on the left are stupid.  (Int check, 3-2, no they are not).  SO they go charging through and... enter the wall, smacking against the wall behind the wall.  (Damage: (2d6) 7+10=17, 6+10=16, 5+10=15)
Decision time: (Troll 1, 22, he will go around.  Troll 2, 23, he will go around.  14, he will go around.)
Frustrated, they double move to fall back and begin the annoyingly long trek AROUND the tree.

The axe-wielding troll strolls up.  A human, delicious human, and marked too.  Sorry Uno, normally he'd love to pick on someone his own size but after that crit and thanks to his hate, Maya must die first for this master.  Forget the bow, use the axe!  Full power attack!
Attack: (1d20)15+9=24, hit!  Oh this is gonna hurt, (2d6)7+30, Maya takes 37 axe to the face!

Maya: 22
Ell: 18
Friendlies:16
Enemies: 13
Zion 10
Unoun: 9
Jethro: 2

Zion, you're up again!

[Bunnie]

Zion was well aware of these trolls, as he had the insatiable urge to read the entire bestiary most likely because he still posesses his insatiable thirst for knowledge.  Regardless of this, he knows that fire affects them far more negatively than anything else (And acid too, but he has none.)  With his wall of fire keeping the ones on the left at bay, Zion can then move to attack the other ones while they are nearer and less dangerous than the others for now.  These things were large lumbering fools.

"Hit them with fire or acid!  It will stop them from regenerating!"  His group must know this in order to more quickly rid these nuisances.  And so, this is Zion's plan.  He will keep grip on his orb of fire which now posesses 16 charges instead of 20.  but if he doesn't do something, Maya will be in worse danger, and those ones will regenerate even after she puts them down.  Zion holds up the firey transluscent orb as flames flickered around inside.  They moved quickly like liquid on the inside, and burst from the edges into the center as a focus.  It then shot out a thin ling of fire to where Square N-24 is, over the waters and out of range of allies.  There it stopped...

...

BOOM!  The point of fire which remained there for less than a second when the line had stopped, suddenly exploded into a Fireball witht hat nice 20 ft radius that will hit both of the trolls in Maya's vicinity. 

The trolls must make a DC 22 Reflex save or take... 32 damage each!  Haha, trolls!

"Ciara, when I have a free moment, I will try to heal you up, you poor girl."

[TK²]

Since Unonon delayed his action to after Jethro, the initiatives do change. Foolish people putting the wrong initiative count up.

Jethro is dead, obviously.

And Boss Troll must make a DC 22 will save for no apparent reason...

Will (1d20+8=14)

"Urgh..." The Boss Troll would, for no reason, decide to speak, "I smells disgusting, oh ungodly visitors of the far realms, WHY?!"

[Rithaniel]

Unonun moved with weathered prescience, dust swirling off of him in a mesmerizing pattern, as he brought his blade to bear against the red-skinned Trolls that charged them. Course, it seemed that, as he steadied himself, Maya was flashing forward, and cutting several chunks out of one of the two that were advancing on them, leaving it in a bleeding, slowly regenerating pile on the ground. Course, in the seconds hesitation Uno had in response to that sudden movement, the other troll retalitated, wounding Maya even further.

Unonun gritted his teeth in anger, and drew his blade in through the openning that the Troll had left, prepared to eviscerate it as best possible, but, as he moved, his blade aimed for the things neck, he noticed something...

Sense Motive: Fuck that using reroll
Sense Motive Reroll: 1d20+23=39 versus ad lib DC 25.

The beasts eyes had glazed over for a split second, and it's stance had changed, as though it had forgotten for a moment that it was on the battlefield. Uno used every bit of his mental focus to draw back his blade from landing a blow across the beasts neck, and looked closer. Yes, as his blade came to a singing stop just before the creature's neck, Unonun recognized. Yes, Jethro had just done something to make himself seem to turn into a corpse. Yes, a pseudo-intelligent creature that had lived at least for more than an hour would not spontaneously decide to announce that they smelled bad. Yes, Jethro had just cast a spell that Uno hadn't recognized. Well, go figure, the troll was probably possessed by Jethro. Then, with his blade resting at the Jethro-possessed troll's throat, it spoke.

Unonun seemed to gaze off to the side and down, with the two dark holes in his face that appeared to be eyes, but was actually looking straight at the things face, when he spoke, "Yes Jethro, you do." And, with that, he let his blade fall, as he took a step back, and put a hand on Maya's shoulder, "Are you alright?"

Pending her response, he'd wave over to Sophita, planning on regrouping some, and call out, "Over here, we need some help," as he knelt and gripped the unconscious troll, just to drag it up, off the ground, and sling it into the swirling mass of roasting flames just behind him. "Lets regroup and let Jethro hold them off for a moment, or maybe we can get them to do what we want..."

[TK²]

Jethro had never introduced himself to Unonun, yet it is AMAZING how this guy KNOWS his name and his mannerism. It's also amazing how he can dictate how a troll acts, especially when it's not Jethro since Jethro is dead.

The troll is obviously acting like a troll because it's a troll. There was no 'glazed' look, there weren't even any flashing eyes.

For being a cretin without even a single rank in spellcraft, this guy seemed to know so much about spells!

[Alec]

Whenever Maya really got into a battlefield, she became a whirlwind of violent fury. It was a telltale sign that, as a child of war and conflict, she was losing herself in the thrill of combat as so many primitive tribes teach themselves to, to get rid of that tiny fragment of their beings calling out in the interest of self-preservation. Having done this as often as Maya has, the fear of death had been systematically purged from her, and in doing so created a young warrior that backed away from almost nothing. Even when the troll chief's axe came down with a furious might that even Maya couldn't hope to match, she instinctively reacted by bringing up her own weapon in defence against the superhuman strength bearing down on her. Eyes wide in a ferocious mix of battlelust and sudden realization, Godspeed swung upwards in a fruitless attempt to catch the axe that came crashing down with its flat, her muscular legs bent in a squat for stability as she angled the weapon above her in a sudden guard with a splendiferous effort of both arms.

When the two weapons hit one another, a strobelike flash of sparks emitted from their collision, and Maya's guard was shattered within the space of a second, forcing her defeated defense down to the ground along with the plowing axe's unstoppable momentum. Both weapons clashed to the ground in front of her, but not without the double headed axe cutting a nasty wound across Maya's front on its way down.

Biting down the pain that flooded her senses as a delayed sensation, blood simmered from the ugly open gash and flowed, instead of trickled, down her form. Coughing, her entire position slouched, shoulders hanging as she pushed off with her legs with all her strength to avoid toppling down and not standing up again, she held onto Godspeed's heft as if it was a lifeline. While Maya didn't often snap verbally, she growled in indignance at Unonun's question, not without heavy breaths interspersing her delivery. "That's a... huff... stupid question..."

Whether or not the troll's eyes were glazed over, Maya's sure were. Almost greyed from the loss of blood, there was no telling how many parts of her mind were still conscious, but the sense of dread and trepidation the young savage eminated only seemed to strengthen the more injured she got. She was more focused on the enemy as ever, and seemed to be enveloped in a fierce energy that seethed about her, like a glowing steam that settled in a frightening aura and gave light to her deadly glare. When she reared her head back upwards, she shot the troll the most murderous look she could muster, and with her sudden revival, Godspeed was dislodged from the wooden dock with a single powerful yank of her right arm, muscles swelling and flexing with a ripple of tightening sinew down from her shoulder. Left hand coming up to meet her swordhand on the hilt, she parted her lips in display of bestially gritted teeth as without having any idea of Jethro's out of body chicaneries she bared her fangs at the troll that injured her so grievously.

Adrenaline Rush: Round 6 of 8.

Full Attack - Attack rolls (-10 PA): 17 + 12 = 29; 9 + 7 = 16; 7 + 2 = 9 vs AC ?. Trolls are lumbering asswads, so 29 should probably hit, while the others likely miss.
Damage roll: 2d6+35 plus 2d6 holy = 45 plus 7 holy = 52 damage total. Don't know if you're using massive damage rules, but a troll has a sky-high Fortitude anyway so whatever.

The first attack was imbued with ferocity and unchecked skill, but after that, Maya's attack momentum seemed to suddenly blunt. Her follow up attacks lost their wind, in all likelihood because she lost too much blood. After delivering her flurry of sword strikes, Godspeed came down, almost in a slump, until its weight pressed down on her shoulder for support, and her highly developed body sunk into a stance of stability to prevent herself from keeling over. "Ugh..." She mumbled, spitting a wad of blood to the ground at her side. "If this keeps up I'm really gonna die.." She spoke, without the pretense of endless endurance or some attitude laden grin of shrug. She was well aware, even through the still burning embers of her rage, that she wouldn't be able to take much more.

"I don't wanna die." She finally grunted in a moment of clarity, although neither her expression nor the intonation of her voice betrayed any fear. Just desire and determination to not die.

No lies, She had 72 hp left and when her adrenaline rush will lift in two more rounds, one third of that will be gone. Things weren't looking too well for Maya.

She silently vowed that if she would survive this she will start working on improving her defense. Her guard needs a drastic touch up, since everything seemed to effortlessly get through it these days. She needed better equipment and, much more importantly, better training. Maya had truly hit a wall; a limit that despite her apparently limitless talent for battle she wouldn't be able to move past with just arduous self-training. She was still a frivolous child at heart. She needed discipline. Her current half-assed skills wouldn't lead her to victory against Nidhog. She needed to strive for true mastery of the sword.

She needed to find a master.

HP: 72/168
AC: 23
Status Effects: Hasted (speed now 75 ft., 150 on charge.), Adrenaline Rush (+4 Str, Dex, Con, -2 AC, +2 Will)
Position: G-11
Extra: WAAAAGH!

[Eiji]

Boss Troll vs Fireball: Reflex (1d20+8=27) Success, KOed troll autofails.  Probably a non-issue now, seeing how it's on fire.


The tide was turning in the PC's favor, as the boss troll became victim to Jethro's whims, Maya cut bloody chunk after bloody chunk, and the fires took care of the rest.  Ell sensed that her Solar Window spell was only an obstruction at this point and as she flew invisibly over the water, she took time to dismiss it, clearing the now scorched walkway.  Maya was getting tired, she'll have to deal with that too.  "Maya..." the air whispered.  "I got you, just a moment."  Next round, next round....

Sophitia held her position, preparing another spell to the ones just over the wall.  "Daystar, morning glory, beautiful light of heaven.  Fall unto earth, expelled from the heights, and crash down upon my enemies.... Luciflamme Longinus!"  Flame Strike!  The sky lit up with a blazing golden comet which crashed into the ground!

Reflex (1d20+4=5, 1d20+4=18, 1d20+4=11) vs DC 23, failed.  Fire rains from the heavens! (11d6=40)

Wounded, the three trolls turned to flee and make their way around the tree.  Apparently in some manner of mental link with Sophia, Ciara was aware and nudged Zion, making some quick hand motions suggesting she and him make their way over the wall of stone and fire.  Though silent, her point was apparently clear enough to Zion, would was in agreement.  With a tug of his robe, Zion suddenly found himself stepping through the tree and into a world of shadows and darkness.  For a brief moment of disorientation, you thought you made something out before being deposited on the other side of the tree. she's delayed her action to let the trolls move, and to intercept them just in time for Zion to bring on the flaming fury of his Heart of Fire.

Go Zion.

Maya: 22
Ell: 18
Friendlies:16
Enemies: 13
Zion 10
Unoun: 9
Jethro: 2

Also for Jethro, his body is a Troll Hunter: http://www.d20srd.org/srd/monsters/troll.htm  Your hp is currently 121/168 hp with 16 lethal damage.

[Eiji]

Pop!

Puppet Zion and Ciara appeared suddenly on the other side of the tree, and Zion had orb in hand.  The trolls were surprised, then horrified at his sudden appearance.  And no wonder, as he brought up the orb and slowly smiled.

"Fireball."  10d6=47 DC 22, BAGOOSH!  What about those saves?  (1d20+4=21, 1d20+4=24, 1d20+4=9)  Fail, auto-success, fail.  Troll 3 remains standing, badly injured, while the other two fall unconscious.  WHOMP!

Orb charges left-10.

Unoun, finish them.  Zion will announce the condition and position of the trolls he is facing for any allies to go charging after.

[Rithaniel]

Unonun double-took for an instant as the speed of Maya's attack rushed past him while he turned back to where the other few members of their party stood, into Jethro's temporary body. Damn Cibolan warrior's, unendingly relentless even at the risk of their own health and well-being. Uno gritted his teeth as she fell to one knee, and knelt down himself, putting a trashcan-lid-sized hand on her shoulder to help steady her as she muttered something about dying.

The grey giant grimaced for a moment, "We're not gonna let that happen, not by a long shot, Maya," before reaching around her, and lifting her up, holding her leg still, and covering her chest wound as best he could, as not to cause her any more pain, and pushed past Jethro/Troll, carrying Maya and heading towards Sophita who was floating a little ways up (grabbing a willing target is a free action).

"Madam healer!" Uno shouted in his exploding, deep voice, as he wasn't actually sure at the womans actual name, and, once he came around the tree, the woman coming into view, he deposited a pale Maya on the plank boards, but kept a hand on her wounds, to help stifle the bleeding, "Help her, I'll hold off the last troll until you can finish it off," he murmured, and, once Sophita had a hold of things, bounded up, his great form pushing past Zion, to face the last of the flaming trolls, his foot coming down heavily on one of the unconscious troll's faces, as he brought his blade to bear, a murderous expression that even the thick skulled troll would understand, plastered across his features (ending his full-round move in [G-H-8-9], putting Maya at [G-14]).

[Eiji]

Jethro takes a nap.  Maya go.

[TK²]

Jethro had a sudden epiphany regarding some great and wondrous things that could only be explained in the multi-vocalized form of the mystical ultradimensional language of the transcended beings and therefore was struck stunned for six seconds due to this overwhelming song of information that assaulted his mind.

[Alec]

Maya found it hard to maintain her breath, her listing body being steadied by Unonun's massive hand, and gazed up at the troll chief in front of her, who she seemed to be entirely at the mercy of. Why was Unonun holding her? Why wasn't he defending himself? All her senses had gone out of focus, the troll reduced to an indistinct green shape across her field of vision, nostrils saturated by the metallic scent of blood, including her own. And the world around her had gone deafeningly quiet. She could only hear the rhythms of her own body, her breath straining her lungs, the circulation of her blood, and the places where said flow had been interrupted. If Maya had to guess as to what this faraway place she had gone to was, it would be the dark world at the brink of death. A tinted filter had pulled over her eyes, but through her diminishing eyesight, she had managed to notice something odd.

Grunting as she put her hand to the ground for added support and using her willpower and her control over her well trained body, she regulated the rhythm of her breath and looked back up at the 'foe' in front. "Huh." She muttered, wondering whether the troll hadn't taken a second shot at her. Why was it just standing there shrugging off the blast of fire that erupted around it? Had it died standing up, or was her perception changing into some grotesque divergence from reality? At any rate, her brain no longer considered the troll an enemy, and upon realizing the complacence of her internal IFF, Maya's mind was shocked back to full alertness. Eyes bursting open wide, she grasped tightly around her sword and pushed forward, shoulders flaring, a steamed puff of breath pushing from her nostrils, as with tangible effort she pushed herself back into a shaky stance, looking back and forth. Her vision had cleared up again, and she quickly looked across the battlefield, hearing vague echoing voices pour in from her vicinity. Healing. Fireball. Help her.

She raised Godspeed in front of her at the end of outstretched arms, staring across the suspended tip at the hulking boss troll that hesitantly stood before her. "Why isn't it attacking..." She voiced silently. She dared not drop her guard; she even seemed to go on the defensive, which was a rather unique course of (in)action as far as Maya was concerned. She was only vaguely aware of the fact that there should be other trolls somewhere behind her, but her perception was being stretched to its limit already. She was locked into base survival instinct mode, like a predator facing off against a bigger, meaner predator and realising herself to be the prey. Sword heaved up high above her head, she just stood in her stance, ready to react to any breach of her personal space with decisive, lethal response. Like 'making herself big' to dissuade a prowling beast.

[Eiji]

This battle was over.
Invisible Ell took the the sky, trying to get a view of the action while the giant alien took care of wounded Maya.  "Fire, use fire!" she said, trying to find something to drop on the trolls.  Unfortunately a double-move later, she finds she's been outpaced.

Sophitia slipped from her airborne perch, drawing near Maya in her rage-fueled delirium and letting of a pure noise from her throat neither human or the typical spell vocal components.  It was enough to cast a spell apparently, as white light began to shine below Maya's feet and the tingle of positive energy rose into body, building in charge....

HEAL!

Maya suddenly recovers a whopping 110 hp as Maya is briefly encased in a fantastic blast of light that soared into the heavens.  Oh wow, that was quite a rush.  Maya should be more than healthy now, not like the trolls...

...for on the other side of the tree, Ciara had been watching Zion and his magical great ball o' fire.  And what with her former relations to the illithid and not being seen, she stroked her fingers across his ball more inappropriately.  Ciara, pay attention to the trolls!  Ah, but it wasn't merely a sudden act of flirtation, as she took some off the flame off on her fingers as she pulled away, flame which grew brighter... and brighter... and brighter.

Don't mind me, just (ab)using your magic item.  Augmented somehow by her blazing flames, she released an EMPOWERED FIREBALL at her opponents before her.  (10d6=35)x 150% = 52!  The DM would make a saving throw, but even with nat 20s....

With a howl, they erupt into columns of ash and fire!    Computer players, defeated!

"Is everyone ok?" Ell called out.  "I can see the mist clearing, what's going on?"

Initiative is over.

[Alec]

Maya continued standing somewhat shakily in place, sword held aloft in both hands. Should she attack, or shouldn't she? Any movement she made, probably delayed by her sapped strength, could result in her swift and immediate death. Should she drop her guard or her attempt at physical deterrence, who knows what would happen. What she however didn't expect was the feeling of a slender hand pressed against her back. Her muscles immediately hardened by impressive ingrained reflex as if to try to rebuke the thrust of a weapon that might follow, but the cathartic quality of the ensuing sensation was impossible to put to words. Light engulfed her, and made her feel light, like the world was pulled away from under her and left her in a vast wide void of nothingness. There was nothing. Had she died? Was she stabbed in the neck from behind? If this was what it felt like to die, it felt... strangely good. All the pain and the compounded ills she had suffered in the many battles leading up to this moment seemed to disappear as snow before the sun, leaving only naked joy and happiness. Her abundant muscletone went visibly slack, and her arms drooped downwards, letting the tip of her heavy, unwieldy looking sword harmlessly come slamming down into the wooden planks at her feet.

But as the world returned to her, the light pulling back to reveal it exactly as she left it behind, she noticed that the intense rapturous energy was not simply an omnipresent entity like heaven or valhalla, but erupted like a column from around her specifically, and drew inward upon her shape, making her seemingly glow for a second in the twillight of the withdrawn fog banks of the darkened marsh. For a moment she stood, quite amusingly dumb-founded, staring ahead of her with wide, blinking eyes, before suddenly noticing the lack of pain in her leg, and her chest, head suddenly turning like a swivel to take a look at her saviour behind her. Her arm jerked upwards in reflex and slapped against her chest, trailing down her left shoulder and clavicle where the troll chief's axe had impacted and along her abdominal area, where only a faint outline of newly healed flesh remained. Gazing down over her bronzed figure, she immediately hunched over to clasp her hand around her thigh. "My wounds are completely gone..." She acknowledged, before grinning widely and boisterously. "Haha, I owe you one, lady! We stopped to help you two but it looks like it turned out the other way around. Are the two of you alright?" Now her body was out of danger, Maya voluntarily dropped her adrenaline rush, leaving her rather fatigued, but quite alright. With her stamina this was no trouble; she'd be up to speed in no time.

Suddenly remember what they were really doing, Maya burst into action again, effortlessly yanking the 20 pound blade out of the floor with a single arm, and flourishing it upwards, bringing it cascading down beside her, and ready to do more battle, its gleaming, rune-clad, dark-silvery edge clearly unphased from its frequent usage. "We were trying to provide a clear path for the civilians to evacuate, but we got held up at various points. Did they manage to get away? And did you see an elf around somewhere?" She wondered how Pytho was doing. She was sure he was in the swamp village somewhere. Probably still locked in battle, although she was sure he wouldn't die easily.

[TK²]

Apparently, the majestic thoughts that had clouded the troll mind that Jethro was now inhabiting was enough for everyone to just ignore the hulking monstrosity against good taste and go off to accost the comrades of said troll. It was lucky for them that Jethro was actually controlling the simplistic mind, or plausibly protobrain, and that Jethro was not entirely inclined to tear off someone's head and then urinate down their necks.

Or, y'know, anything of that magnitude.

The troll dragged itself in a rather garish manner across the platform towards the dead(?) body of Jethro and the gem he possessed. It was plausible and interpretation to assume that it was enarmored by the gem held in his hands and was going to steal it and totally kill Jethro, oh no! Or Jethro was going to retrieve his body and stuff. Whatever it was, the troll lumbers over to the dead(?) body and picks it up, slinging the limp corpse over it's shoulder and taking the gem. The troll lumbered back over to the party and simply... looms.

What was on Jethro's mind, rather than the battle at hand, was a multiple complexity deconstruction of the morality arguements that surrounded the use of the Magic Jar spell. I mean, he had surplanted his own consciousness upon the body of the troll and trapped the troll's mind into a gem. Is this really ethical? But, thank fully, even though he was now in posession of a brain the size of a small pea, he was still capable of using his full mental faculty to it's full extent. His enormous mental faculty. Apparently, being in a troll had somewhat enlarged his ego abit...

But, back to the plot... "I postulate that rather than standing here," the JethroTroll drolled in an extremely well said fashion. There was a slight accentuation to his words that gave such a format flare that it was as though being approached by one of the troll aristocracy. Of course, it was still a troll and, therefore, utterly droll. "We should be attempting to push ahead against the assault and counter their invasion if we are to reduce casualties to a minimum."