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((Ill just make a quick adjustment and then we won't need any more edits ^_^))
Prometheus introduced himself. It surprised Tjaden that a treewalker would care to be so civilized. TJaden had associated PRometheus with the Shaman common among his kind and they were hardly ones for social graces, choosing to spend their time among the spirits of their ancestors than the world of the living.

Tjaden continued to walk beside Prometheus as the caravan went along, keeping an eye out for trouble and doing what caravan guards do best.

Tjaden opened his mouth to respond in kind, but instead of his voice, he heard the sound of splintering wood and panicked horses. Looking past Prometheus, the knight saw Erron diving to safety, Phineas being overwhelmed by flying debris and two very mean, very ugly, very irritating....trolls!

"Trolls." The Orc said quickly, pulling his sword from its sheath and sprinting for the trolls. He knew that only speed and avoiding the troll's punches would keep him safe, so he adopted his Viper stance, his sword pointing away from him as he sped toward his adversaries. Bounding past the wreckage, Tjaden preformed his Straight Fang maneuver; a fancy name for a full frontal charge!

Erron stands a bit dazed from the but shakes it off easily, he meets eyes with his opponent and gasps at the terrible situation He turns and shouts to the rest of the party: "Damnation, Trolls! These beasts regenerate limbs and can even duplicate into several with their powerful regeneration! Their wounds have to be cauterized and can only be permanently killed with fire or acid! Keep it in mind!" Erron swore: he had no way of efficiently harming these monsters, until a thought had struck him.

"I bought those supplies back at Tradewind (Pg 14), time to get creative!" Erron sees Tjaden, Prometheus and Kal face the beasts and takes the opportunity to grab a larger board of the broken wagon and wrap some of linen bandages he had bought and soak them with the oil, he grabbed his tinderbox, struck it, and prayed. (Roll to succeed?)

(( I assume they have been fixed. If not then I am sorry.))
Selce heard the crunch of wood,steel, and leather. She looked toward the source of the sound, only to see the smashed remnants and Erron who had somehow gotten out of it. She saw another figure but wasn't close enough to make it out with only a view of an arm over a board. Selce ran around the wagon directly behind the lead wagon only to slide to a stop and swear under her breath. She began to cast a fireball but knowning herself and others to close decided against it.

She attempted a spell her master had told her not to learn, but she had anyway while he was asleep. Known as a wizard's mind shackle (Mind Control), she tried to force the spell to take a hold on the one headed ogre. As her spell shot off toward the troll, Selce tried to make it light itself on fire and charge the other troll.

((Okay then, I'll delete the attack roll and switch it to lighting your arrows))

Erron hears Laren's cry for the torch and rushes over to her, helping her by grabbing a spare peice of wood, planting it firmly in the ground and setting it aflame. This will allow her to prepare a barrage of fiery arrows.

After this is done Erron surveys the battle as it unfolds to decide how he can further help.

(See now why I'm serious about using fire magic and torches?)

Erron swears under his breath as the battle unfolds, and restates the trick to dealing with trolls: "We need fire!" he nods to Laren who already has an extra torch set in front of her to use for her arrows and then shouts to Prometheus to use his flame saber spell. He then rushes to the two headed troll, the one that had obviously already seen battle, possibly having its head cloven in half, was a prime example of the regenerative abilities of the troll race. (HINT HINT)

Erron, with torch in one hand, launches a kick to the leg of the troll, ready to cauterize the damaged flesh to retard regeneration.