The party rips into the unconscious troll until it no longer draws a breath the beast now lies on the ground in a puddle of blood, its fur matted in clots of dried blood from fire and its skin ripped and tattered from the constant attacks.
The party rips into the unconscious troll until it no longer draws a breath the beast now lies on the ground in a puddle of blood, its fur matted in clots of dried blood from fire and its skin ripped and tattered from the constant attacks.