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I peered over the edge to see hundreds of Trolls crowding the base of the temple. When they saw us peering down at them, a riot the likes of which I had never seen was stampeding up the stairs directly towards us.
The prisoners turned out to be a great help in our plight. A continuous wave of Sandfury Trolls ran up the stairs and tried to tear us apart. In the chaos it seemed like we were all on our own, handling four or five savages at once. There was no time for strategy as the chaos continued. I found myself swinging my axe blindly, hoping that I wouldn’t hit my friends.
After a seemingly endless fight we made it back to the base of the temple. I looked around, appalled at all the Troll bodies piled everywhere. I couldn’t believe we survived such an attack. I turned to thank our friends for the help, when to my surprise they armed their weapons and and attacked us! How could they do this to us? We only wanted to help them. After a short confusing fight, my group and I were once again alone, wondering what exactly happened.
I turned to thank our friends for the help, when to my surprise they armed their weapons and and attacked us!
With our rescue mission sabotaged, we had one task left. Ghaz’rilla was said to lay in the sacred pool. This place did not pose much of a challenge up front, but the sheer number of opponents left us exhausted. We were ready to leave this place. We got on our mounts and headed straight for the pool. Here we were met with our final resistance. We killed a few more groups of Trolls, then when the area was empty, approached the sacred pool.
Outside the pool was a large gong. It was fairly obvious, we had to ring the gong to get to the beast, but nobody seemed to want to ring it. I brushed off my mallet and climbed the stairs. I slammed the gong as hard as I could. The sound echoed throughout the area.
Then we saw the demigod, Three heads screeched and roared as it lumbered up the stairs. We all ran into battle hitting it with everything we had. The beast swatted and tried to stomp us into the ground while spit blasts of icy liquid. In an instant one of the blasts hit our mage, freezing him in place. I turned to his aide and was somehow swatted far up into the air.
We weren’t making any progress on the ground, so I had to think quickly. I could either die on the ground or fight from the air. I guided myself, landing square on the center head. I bashed it with my mace, then was catapulted off into the sand. My attack was strong enough that the beast was disoriented. My group then finished the battle, landing countless bullets, magic spells, and stabbing blows into the creatures heart.
This whole fight was a tremendous challenge, yet I was left wondering why exactly I had bothered to begin with. We killed countless Trolls and destroyed their ultimate defense, but our motive was uncalled for. We were simply a group of adventurers just looking to throw our weight around, and in that respect we were successful.
