D&D's definition of a Troll...

Ravenloft

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Troll


CLIMATE/TERRAIN: Any land
FREQUENCY: Uncommon
ORGANIZATION: Group
ACTIVITY CYCLE: Night
DIET: Carnivore
INTELLIGENCE: Low (5-7)
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic evil
NO. APPEARING: 1-12
NO. OF ATTACKS: 3
DAMAGE/ATTACK: 5-8/5-8/5-12
SPECIAL ATTACKS: See below
SPECIAL DEFENSES: Regeneration
MAGIC RESISTANCE: Nil
SIZE: L (9')
MORALE: Elite (14)
XP VALUE: 1,400

Trolls are horrid carnivores found in all climes, from arctic wastelands to tropical jungles. Most creatures avoid these beasts, since trolls know no fear and attack unceasingly when hungry. Their frame appears thin and frail, but trolls possess surprising strength. Their arms and legs are long and ungainly. The legs end in great three-toed feet, the arms in wide, powerful hands with sharpened claws. The trolls' rubbery hide is colored a moss green, mottled green and gray, or putrid gray. A writhing hairlike mass grows out of their skulls and is usually greenish black or iron gray in color. Their eyes are dull, sunken and black.

Trolls walk upright but hunched forward with sagging shoulders. The trolls' gait is uneven and, when running, the arms dangle free and drag along the ground. For all this seeming awkwardness, trolls are very agile. They are masterful climbers and can scale even sheer cliffs with an 80% chance of success. Trolls have a poor hearing, but their sense of smell is superior.

Trolls have no language of their own, using "trollspeak", a guttural mishmash of common, giant, goblin, orc, and hobgoblin. Trollspeak is highly transient and trolls from one area are only 25% likely to be able to communicate with trolls from another.

Combat: Trolls attack with two clawed hands and their bite, and they can attack at multiple opponents. Trolls regenerate at an amazing rate. Starting three rounds after first blood, the creatures recovers 3 hit points per round until healed. Trolls reduced to 0 or fewer hit points fall to the ground, incapacitated but not slain. Incapacitated trolls continue to regenerate and stand up to fight as soon as they have a positive number of hit points.

When using an edged weapon, it is possible to sever the thin limbs of a troll. Severed limbs continue to fight after separation from the body (hands squeeze, heads bite if stepped on, etc.). Separated limbs fight for the remainder of the battle, then scuttle back and rebind with the body once the battle is over. Limbs unable to reach the body die within 24 hours, but this is of little consequence since trolls regenerate lost body parts (including the head) within a week. If a troll is dismembered and scattered, the largest surviving piece regenerates. The others die within one day if they cannot rejoin that piece. Only fire and acid cause permanent damage to trolls. These forms of attack destroy its regenerative ability. A troll reduced to 0 or fewer hit points and immersed in acid or burned with fire is killed.

Trolls have no fear of death, and launch themselves into combat, flailing wildly at their opponents and biting whoever comes closest. They occasionally (25%) throw stones before closing with their victims. If confronted by a large natural or magical fire, trolls try to find some way around the flames. Trolls combine a ravenous appetite with limited intelligence.

Habitat/Society: Trolls can survive in all climes, but prefer dense forests and subterranean locales, since bright sunlight hurts their eyes. They usually make their lairs in caves, using great boulders to block the entrances. Inside a troll cave are a number of rough nests made of straw and grass, plus scattered bones and treasure from victims. If there are no caves in an area, trolls dig themselves a trollhole and cover its opening with twigs and leaves. Anyone who steps on a trollhole is likely to fall through the leafy door and tumble into the den below.

Trolls live in small packs of 3 to 12 trolls led by a dominant female. Leadership is only retained by combat, so fights for pack control are frequent. Often trolls rend each other limb from limb, but these battles are never fatal. Still, it is the custom of trolls to toss the loser's head a great distance from the fight scene, and frequently losers must sit and stew for a week until their new head grows in.

The pack chieftain's duties are few. She leads the trolls on nightly forages, loping along, sniffing the air for prey. If a scent is found, the trolls charge, racing to get there first, and letting out a great cry once prey is spotted.

Trolls have ravenous appetites, devouring everything from simple grubs to bears and humans. Their lairs are often located near human settlements or along well traveled roads, but not too near, for even trolls respect organized resistance by fire-bearing humans. Wandering trolls, in search of a new lair, travel by night and sleep by day. Ravenous from walking, these packs, on occasion, attack and devour entire humanoid villages.

Ecology: Trolls prey on all but the most powerful of creatures. They respect and fear dragons, but they hate giants of good alignment and wage war with them frequently. The troll's green blood is used to manufacture both poison antidotes and healing potions. The blood from one troll, worth 400 gp, can make three such potions.



Copyright 1999 TSR Inc.

So... Tell me, how accurate do you find this to be? HeheH!
 
You're such a geek.

How about putting on a fresh pocket protector and going to the mall so the cool kids can give you wedgies.
 
No! Not the dreaded WEDGY attack!!! Oh! Whoa! I rolled a 20! Thats double damage! I think I took your head off!!! Oh... Wait... FUCK! Your a troll! Durn it! Heheh! Where did I put that flask of acid...
 
Well thats an odd place to keep a flask of acid I should think... What if the cork came out? Owie! You would think I would keep it in a better spot...

No, not geeks, don't you know that for the longest time D&D was thought to be satanic? Can a geek be satanic? *Shrug*
 
There's two trolls... Only ten more to reveal themselves... Unless the DM rolled low... *Crossing fingers*
 
10th Level Loser said:
You're such a geek.

How about putting on a fresh pocket protector and going to the mall so the cool kids can give you wedgies.

LOL I have to say out of all th people I played D&D with not a one of them wore a pocket protector.
 
Right Juliangel, pocket protectors are for pens, and any D&D player knows you don't write shit on your character sheet in ink!!! Heheh!

Er... But troll... You have this weird thing growing out of the back of your head... Its creeping me out! Dude! Heheh!
 
The scantily clad little bimbo chick walks through the ring with her high cut french bikini on, holding the cards up.

Ravenloft 4

She then makes a fast retreat before the next round.
 
Eyeing the bimbo, completely distracted from the Trolls... Drooling profusely as well...
A puddle begins to form at my feet...
Snapping back into the moment after the bimbo is gone...
"Wha? Wha?! Whats going on?!"
 
RAVENLOFT 5

Strut, turn, bend, flash, strut, smile. Que those boobs/ the next round.
 
OMG...TV, did someone say TV????

Well then, RAVENLOFT 7, flash, strut, bend, smile, pose, strut, bend, bend, pose, smile.

Next round boys...smile, strut, leg, leg, butt, smile, stut.
 
Damn! These rounds are going fast! Reminds me of the time that I thought my Robes of the Magi were trying to eat me! Turned out to just be a cloaker though... Heheh! Shoulda known something was up when that thief was up to something when he slipped something in my drink...
 
<Arms crossed over chest, tapping foot.>

Get that ass of yours over here NOW boy! Grrrrrrrr... ;)
 
[Double Post]

[Edited by Never on 01-02-2001 at 10:52 PM]
 
Great Scott, Ravenloft is in trouble.
Don't worry though I have just the thing to beat this troll..
Er, I know I have her e-mail address somewhere. Wait a second while I search my room - and don't worry. I'll happen to know a Black Fury named 'Woman as Castrating Bitch'. Her pack will be here in a jiff.
And they always made fun of me for hanging out with the strange looking goth chick!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :cool: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
*Kneeling obediently*
Um... You don't really intend to eat me do you?
 
*Looking down at Ravenloft, grinning wildly!* Why do you ask? Do you fear me boy?
 
Not really, actually that squigly thing on the back of your head is becoming strangly appealing to me...
 
Ummm Ravenloft you better pain attition to the other troll it about ready to bite you head off...Opps too late :D

THE WIFE

Told you so
 
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