You prepare to kick the blue one in the gonads, but your fear is taking over here. You are defenseless and confused and he has really big teeth.
The blue one throws the satchel down onto the nearby log and goes in for the kill.
Before you can even react, the massive jaws are around your neck, draining your essential life forces.
You lose - 10 HP
HP = 0/10
You are now bloodied, -5 HP means death.
The green one prepares its spell and casts Magic Missle on you, dealing a heavy blow of -10!
You lose - 10 HP
HP = -10/10
Oh no! True death! Is this the end? Already!?
: Ah, that ones right bloody dead, he is.
Suddenly, another noise in the distance.
: Oh! Knockers. There's someone comin'! No! Leave the bloody gem and hide the body! They'll surly blame us for murder, they'll ignore our stuff if they know what's good for em'. Hide em' behind the trees!
A stout werewolf makes his rounds patrolling the forest.
He spies the parcel and decides to examine it.
: Oy! What'cha think ya doin' there, mate?
He tries to run, but one of the trolls jumps out in front of him and decks him in the face!
: Nah mate, y'ain't gettin' away so easily, now.
He whips out his trusty butcher knife and strifes!
: HAHA, HAVE THEE! HOW DARE THEE ATTACK A HELPLESS WANDERER!
Just as he was about to turn around and go hard as a wolf-eating-a-child-er, the brigands are shrouded in a bright, purple light.
: Crikey, forget this! You're in heaps trouble next time we see ya, mate!
The wizard chants some sort of garble and suddenly they're both gone. As the thieves are still fading from your view, a large, bulky knight rides up to you on his horse.
: Ah stuff, I only got one of 'em. How am I ever gonna beat my last score?
: I can't possible thank you enough my friend. You have saved my life.
: Ah, cut the crap. It was nothing, my homie. So did you happen to see where those Trolls came from?
: Afraid not. I was heading in from the east, and they came at me from behind the trees there.
: Well, one of them must have taken a massive dump back there because it smells horrid.
: Wait a second, I recognize that smell. That's the smell of death!
: Check back there, dude!
: That's definitely a body, those rat bastards. That's punishable by true death.
: No wonder they split so fast. Here, help me get him onto my horse, I know a wizard over in Glendale that can dabble in the dark arts; necromancy and stuff. Could save the little dude's life.
: Wait, let me go with you.
: No can do, hairy bro. Glendale is a people village only. I mean, you seem like a legit hardass furry dude, but they get one whiff of your wet-dog smell and they'll have you executed. The only reason you'd be allowed through the gates is on important business.
: Well... I did manage to keep what the trolls had stolen.
: Alright fleabag! My main man! Chill dude. You're heading out with the broster himself, Virgil the Purple. But you can call me Virg if you want. Or Purp I guess. No one does, though. That'd be weird.
: My name is Geoffrey. We'd better hurry if we want the small one to make it out alive.
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