Off Topic: The Chronicles of "Of Course Brugo Did" - Chapter 9: Troll Bunny
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>>> Prelude <<<
Where were we... oh, right, the Raptor is now the smart one.
Because of course... wait... he's not Brugo...
So we finished up our business, well mostly my business, tricky Thief stuff, and all that, and we went on our way, headed to the capital.
You'd have thought the roads between a major "vacation" spot for the nobility & the capital of the land would be... well guarded. well, think again.
Admittedly, there were warnings of danger ahead. Originally, we thought people may have meant toll bridge. But, nope. They meant what they said. Troll. Bridge.
And so we had plenty of discussion on that topic. The Fighter, wanted to know why trolls live under bridges, so... I took a leaf from Geralt's playbook & told him it's because they're good at working with stone & if hey play nicely, the can collect coin from travelers, as a toll.
A troll... toll...? And if you ain't got no tolls, then you ain't got no rolls. I made that up. Just now.
You should be groaning now. DAD JOKE!
Sure enough, we ran into some trolls. But, they were not your average troll. Oh hell no. They were potted up with some fire resistance & their leader, a matriarch, was a shamanistic caster of some sort.
So not only were we dealing with Strength scores twice some of ours, we couldn't break their regeneration & they had a caster on their side. Needless to say, it was an extremely rough fight...
Many of us took a fairly heavy amount of damage, but fortunately of Cleric, whom is earning the title "healbot," was chucking out the heals with reckless abandon. Not that we didn't need them, mind you. But abandon, I say!
Somewhere near the middle of the fight, our Druid attempted to Polymorph the troll matriarch. Unsurprisingly, it succeeded in its save, easily. That's what happens when your Con is through the roof.
And then, she tried again.
Even our guy on Skype, would couldn't see our GM at the time could hear the facepalm.
It was the facepalm heard 'round the world. I'm pretty sure a million gamer voices cried out, and suddenly silenced.
It was glorious.
Oh, but man... if you could have seen the GM's face. It was that twisted "are you fucking kidding me" grimace mixed with an eye roll rivaling that of Andersonville Cooper. I wish I had it on video.
But then... moment of truth.
The troll had to roll the Will save to resist its mind becoming that of a rabbit.
Wait for it...
Oh, the sweetness of this victory. Can you taste it?
Well, now you're asking (you're probably not)... what did she turn the troll into?
A rabbit, of course (told you you're not asking)!
And she named her "Troll."
And why, you ask, a bunny?
Becaise she promised the Cleric his very own troll bunny.
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