Pathfinder: The Vampires Revenge

King Nine Heads Revenge

"This is the place." Greenscale said.

"What gave that away?" Rattle said sarcastically.

In front of us was a massive clearing, with small holes in the ground were trees and rocks were torn out of the earth. In the center was a huge pile of flesh and meat, were a good majority of the trolls and troll hounds sat around eating, with a few standing around the edge of the clearing, however, what got my attention was the massive 30ft troll sitting behind the huge meat pile.

That troll had a pile of his own, and I watched as the troll would scoop large hand fulls and put it into one of the three of its Nine heads. It had three heads in the front, one on each shoulder, and four on its back.

"When do I get to eat?" One head said on its back. I long ago drank another potion to allow me to understand what they said and truly I wish I hadn't.

Each head on a Jotund troll has its own independent mind and senses, but they share, after a fashion, the same mind. Despite this, a Jotund troll's heads often argue and bicker, particularly over which head gets to eat. The fact that all nine maws lead to the same shared stomach makes little difference in such culinary disagreements.

"I'm starving!" Another head yelled.

"We have the same stomach you fool!" The front left said after swallowing a large chuck of meat.

"Then why don't we eat and you not eat!?" Another head said in the back.

"Cause I'm the one who moves this thing!" The front middle head said, talking about the body. However, as soon as he finished saying that, he grabbed some meat and rolled it down its back, and not one piece went by the hungry mouths.

The camp actually took us two and a half days to find, thanks to 5 giant moonflowers. In that time I would try to start a conversation with the druid, but it was rather hard with someone who has lived in a oasis most of his life. He wouldn't even tell me his age, tho I suspected he more in likey doesn't remember. The only thing I got from him was that he was sold into slavery at a young age and came through the Eternal Oasis as a short cut to a nearby town, when the Dinosaur, Bloodmaw, came out, killed the slavers and rescued Greenscale. The skinwalker said that he immediately bonded with the dinosaur, and began to feel a connection with the forest around him. He didn't describe what happened next, because I 'wouldn't understand'.

I didn't ask were he got the frog.

"How many did you say there were exactly?" I asked a little sheepish, still looking at the giant troll King.

"From what I remember, 40." Greenscale said.

The frog, Croaker, croaked.

"Really?" He asked.

The frog croaked again.

"Sorry, 37." The druid said.

"So what is our plan?" Rattle said, already starting to get irritated. "I'm still not completely on board with this, so my patience wears thin."

"We will strick the front of the camp." Greenscale said. "While you and your brother attack from the sides."

"Would it not be best for us to attack the front, and you three attack from the sides." Venom said, and the three started to go back and forth.

I looked back at the camp and began to analyze the battlefield. There weren't that many trolls and troll hounds around the boarder of the camp, so it would be easy to.... sneak in.

A smile formed on my face as a plan started to come together.

I snuck away from the group as they continued bickering. I got a good distance away, and I pulled out a potion with green liquid, and drank it. As soon as I drank it, I pictured what I wanted to look like in my mind. Once it was done I pulled off my goggles off my head and looked at my reflection in the lenses. Looking back in the reflection was an image of a troll hound.