Yellow Rot Troll
The troll was surrounded on both sides, the Minotaur to it's front and the dwarf barraging it from behind. It's wounds seeped black coagulated blood that smelled worse than bile, radiating necrotic death energy that sapped the life from any near it. Gentle stood fast before it bravely even after it had left it's mark on his chest. This small victory brought the troll no joy, however. Perhaps nothing ever could again, for there was nothing of a living creature left in it's milky eyes. It's other clawed hand brought around, slowed slightly by it's injuries, and tried to bat the staff away...
But, then an arrow stuck quivering in it's forehead, between both eyes. Imalessa's aim had been true. The troll paused mid-swipe, as though dead, and then seemed to slowly restart once more. It's hovering clawed hand surged back to life, and began moving once more. It simply wouldn't die.
Once more, before it could interrupt Gentle's prayer, it was stopped mid-attack. This time it was the dwarf's blows to the back of it's legs, making it's knee give out as tendons ripped like the roots of a mighty felled tree. It sank and fell forward, directly onto Gentle's staff, it's disgusting gelatinous skin parting around the wooden pole.
Then there was a flash of light, pure bright and white in the night, casting aside all shadow. It pulsed from inside of the creature, causing the troll to briefly bloat, before rupturing along every side, blown apart from within. With a great splash of mud and ichor, it slammed over onto it's side in the mud. The rot troll was defeated.
Formerly Two-headed Rot Troll
Meanwhile, the others continued battle with the remaining troll. Brynan to it's front, coated in sticky and revolting troll spit, and Stur and Ola flanking it from either side. After it's successful Loogie Attack, it seemed to dismiss Brynan, and instead attempt to slowly turn around. It's already damaged leg made this too slow, however.
Ola hit first, her sharp blade easily scoring through the rotting flesh that was barely attached to the creature's body. It got halfway through the thick chunk of arm just above the elbow, before scraping against bone and coming out the other side, but this was enough to stop it. Unable to turn towards it's attackers, instead the monster howled in fury as it's arm buckled completely. It jerked towards Ola, clearly confused and off-balance...
Just in time for Stur to leap into attack, plunging dagger into the knee. It cut right to the hilt as black blood spurted from the wound. Rather than the damage of the cut, however, it was the force of Stur's blow against it that caused the creature to completely lose it's balance and fall forward...
Into Brynan's furious assault. The half-elf launched herself into it's belly just as the creature fell forward into her. This only helped her plan, even as her lungs burned and choked her of breath, as her eyes began to blur and sting even more painfully. Her blades easily ripped into the creature's stomach, slicing straight through, and coming out of the other side. The creature fell straight onto her as Brynan severed spine and exploded out of the Troll's disgusting back. She was painted black from head to toe in the creature's body fluids, which all sapped at her very skin, weakening her by the second. But, the troll laid limp in the mud, eyes rolled back in it's remaining head.
Until it began to stir, weakly, a futile attempt to raise itself from the ground even though it should be dead. It could not even scream, it's undead mouth working open to make gurgling sounds. A line of pure flame then streaked out through the night, exploding the troll's head into sparking charred pieces. Nathaniel stood at the other end of this line of magical flames, suddenly visible once more as rain pattered against some magical barrier around him. The second troll was now completely dead.
The party had survived it's first encounter together, though the troll's aura of death still stuck to them just as badly as the stink.