The world faded back into view as Med's holy powers sealed Raelin's neckhole shut (the bad hole, not the good one used for breathing) and he swore angrily at the indignity of it all, glaring for someone to phantasmly kill. He noted that Tribby seemed to be underneath a Dire Bear, and opted to zap... the bear.
Tribby didn't notice right away, and did a conan-fights-the-rubber-snake (otherwise known as the sacred son of Set) for a bit, before shrugging the behemoth off of her.
The young Troll had stabbed her a few times while the Bear had held her down (whilst mauling!) and she was leaking rather poorly.
Meanwhile, Ash was holding his own against the larger Troll, though it too, was holding its own against him.
Jay El rushed to Tribby's aid, and like a feminine hygiene product advertisement, helped absorb much of her leakage; unlike a feminine hygiene ad, he then sealed the hole from whence the liquid had came.
As a group, they all slew the remaining Trolls.
Jay El looked down at the aborted Father-son picnic, and sighed "is this evil? Are we doing evil again?" it was getting very difficult for him to tell the difference.
"What? Pfft, they shot first, dude." Came Ash's reply.
"Oh." Jay El lamented. "Cool." Then, after a second "hey, do you think I could raise the corpse of any of these things to serve my dark desires?"
Ash smiled. "Nah, probably too many hit dice."
Jay El frowned. "Yeah."
"You could raise it though... make the dire bear undead."
"But you couldn't control it."
The banter continued for a while on the logistics behind raising enemies simply to kill them, and, in the end, the party continued its journey northward up the mountains, eventually stopping in a rather pleasant (if still frightfully cold) section of rocks, to bunker down for the night. (or hunker)
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