The black orc’s eyes filled with crimson light as it succumbed to the irresistible dire charm of the amulet. It charged at six other orcs nearby, bowling them over the side of the knoll.
The troll’s claws assailed Storm, Kessa, and Morga who quickly surrounded it, none of its fell attacks connected. Kessa’s brass wrymling unleashed its breath weapon at it, consuming the troll in a blanket of scorching flames. You heard your now dead father’s voice resonate in your mind ‘You’re destroying your own army that I built for you, my misguided child’ and your own silver wrymling breathed a stream of silver gaseous spores now and orcs and goblins throughout the vicinity dropped like flies as they inhaled it. A storm of arrows flew into the hilltop from below, and the orcs and goblins sped off toward the northeast. Most of the arrows were retreating cover fire, 2 snagging you (-5 hp dmg) when you plucked the arrows out of your leg, you saw the arrowhead was smeared in worg dung. Zor, Kessa, Morga, and Storm hacked the troll into pieces and the wrymling incinerated the bits into a charred husk.
Zor: “weak troll”
Valtor: “Silly drow, I blasted the damned thing with my magic missiles earlier in the fight, when you were squaring off against those orcs, my thanks for that”
Zor shrugged, ‘And I thank you for your magic missiles” he said with a grin.
“They’re retreating, without the vampire at their lead they quickly lost all lust for battle” Morga said.
Kessa: “We should hunt them down and slaughter them to the last, if I’d only had a small force of my sisters” she lamented.
Storm: “Let’s get out of here, we’ve seen enough battle to last us the rest of the week. We should head toward the capital, stay on course. Morga, Whisper can you go to the river and start searching for any transport out of here? We’ll be right behind.”