Maz is plugging his ears trying to block out the noise but it keeps getting louder. His hand moves over the dagger hilt, shuttering as he tries to fight the urge to stab giant rat man.
Marley finds his rat-fueled nervousness now turning into full on anxiety as he eyes the scene in the rat throne room. Is it really wise to let Crunch do the talking here? He wonders, looking back at Maz he can see that he seems troubled and preoccupied. He looks at Sam, then takes a deep breath and tries to think of something clever to say.
Not sure what to do as the situation seems to be taking a turn for the worst, Marley steels his nerves and improvises a reply off the top of his head.
"Pardon my friend here, your grace... the common tongue is not native to his people I'm afraid." He pauses for a breath as he eyes the short wererat from the earlier encounter, then continues. "While we did strke the first blow, it was only because we knew we were to be attacked... Crunchface (gestures towards Crunch) is a powerful sorcerer and his spell alerted us as to your subjects' intentions. As to why we are here... we are tracking one of my kind, another Tabaxi. There is quite a price on his head, and the trail led us here, into the sewers."
The Rat Kings eyes glint with greed for a moment. Before the man on his right leans in and whispers.
"Sigh your right...I'm afraid I cannot let you have your mark. Any of my best are under my protection. So as punishment for killing one of mine I'll take one of you as a slave for mmm 1 year. The rest may go."
"A reasonable... demand, your grace..." Marley responds slowly with a polite bow as he tries to think of a way out of this predicament. "But perhaps, we could come to an agreement that would be more... lucrative."
Maz is plugging his ears trying to block out the noise but it keeps getting louder. His hand moves over the dagger hilt, shuttering as he tries to fight the urge to stab giant rat man.
charisma save: 20
Marley finds his rat-fueled nervousness now turning into full on anxiety as he eyes the scene in the rat throne room. Is it really wise to let Crunch do the talking here? He wonders, looking back at Maz he can see that he seems troubled and preoccupied. He looks at Sam, then takes a deep breath and tries to think of something clever to say.
(It’s very unwise in fact)
”They attacked us.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Sam Perception: 10
D&D since 1984
Marley nods in agreement with Crunch and does his best to look calm.
Roll deception
Marley Deception: 20
Crunch deception 18
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
(LOL this should be interesting)
Rat king: YOU SMELL OF LIES. WHY SHOULD I NOT JUST KILL YOU NOW!
DM: the Nat 1 and 20 will cancel each other out. Marley how do you bluff your way out of this one?
Maz the man in the robe has locked eyes with you unblinkingly. The voice in you head goes dead quiet.
“Flies? Crunch not smell like flies!”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Maz holds the man’s gaze trying to figure out what has caused the silence. Could the dagger be.. afraid.. of the robed figure?
Not sure what to do as the situation seems to be taking a turn for the worst, Marley steels his nerves and improvises a reply off the top of his head.
"Pardon my friend here, your grace... the common tongue is not native to his people I'm afraid." He pauses for a breath as he eyes the short wererat from the earlier encounter, then continues. "While we did strke the first blow, it was only because we knew we were to be attacked... Crunchface (gestures towards Crunch) is a powerful sorcerer and his spell alerted us as to your subjects' intentions. As to why we are here... we are tracking one of my kind, another Tabaxi. There is quite a price on his head, and the trail led us here, into the sewers."
The Rat Kings eyes glint with greed for a moment. Before the man on his right leans in and whispers.
"Sigh your right...I'm afraid I cannot let you have your mark. Any of my best are under my protection. So as punishment for killing one of mine I'll take one of you as a slave for mmm 1 year. The rest may go."
(Going to give Sam a chance to catch up)
(caught up)
Sam grips his halberd tightly.
D&D since 1984
"A reasonable... demand, your grace..." Marley responds slowly with a polite bow as he tries to think of a way out of this predicament. "But perhaps, we could come to an agreement that would be more... lucrative."
The Rat King leans back in his chair. "You may speak, what is this deal"
Meanwhile Mickey who has been here the whole time and not forgotten about. Whispers to the group.
"Guys I don't like this rats keep pouring in from everywhere"
Maz the man in the robe still un blinking starts to whispers
(Does it look like we might have a chance to make a break for it the way we came in?)
Roll perception, history or whatever you want I'll base the info I give you on the roll