Much to your dismay, a rather large hideous troll steps through the open door. You can see the shadowy figure of an illithid behind it.
No! Not a troll! Your mind cries out in bewildered frustration as the troll lumbers into the workshop with a ravenous look on its face.
You were gambling on the theory that the opal would protect your mind from the illithid mind blasts, but now you feel a bit like an ‘hors duvre’ with legs - and short legs at that. You doubt very much that the opal will protect your body from being ripped open by strong sharp claws and teeth.
You scamper and dive beneath a table as the troll lunges for you. It is big and clumsy compared to a gnome, but you're getting too old for a game of tag, and if this thing manages to 'tag' you, the 'it' you'll be is something of a light snack. As you dash out from under the table, only an inch from the troll's grasp, you reach up and grab a beaker that was sitting on the table's edge.
Alas, the beaker is not full of acid as you intended, but of oil. You can hear the loud slapping of the troll's feet pounding the stone floor and you can feel its malodorous breath on the back of you neck. The troll's lethal proximity makes you jump and drop the oil beaker in the process, which shatters behind you. You are sprinting toward the doorway (and the illithid standing in it) as fast as your short legs will carry you. The odd slapping sound behind you and the fact that your haven't been nabbed by the troll causes your panicking mind to realize that the troll must have slipped and fell in the puddle of oil that you inadvertently left in your wake.
Ha! I'm not dead yet! You think to yourself, elated at the mishap of the slippery oil, but you quickly becoming more concerned at the illithid. The illithid has stepped through the doorway toward you and is wriggling its slimy tentacles, probably a gesture which denotes the activation of it mind blast...
You keep running right for the illithid, aware that the troll has recovered its footing and is once again closing the distance. You brace yourself for a painful loss of consciousness from the mind blast, but nothing happens...
Yes! The stone is working! You look over your shoulder just in time to see the troll coming down on you like an avalanche of muscle, claws, and teeth. You reach up and snap both fingers, attempting a wordless magical cantrip to 'light the pair of candles' while focusing on the trolls eyes. Two tiny sparks of flame hit their marks and the troll howls, shutting its momentarily blinded eyes. You dive between the enraged illithid's legs and leap to the side as the blind troll barrels accidentally into the illithid.
If you wait for them to recover, you'll be dead for sure, so you must decide immediately at a direction to run in the passage outside the workshop...
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