Based on the staff that the lizardfolk is holding, they are most likely the tribe's shaman. They will guide the lizardfolk spiritually, as well as assist the tribe leader (they are an elder, not to say that isn't a high position) in making large impacting decisions for the tribe.
"You travellers have come through ground sacred to The Silverscales." The elder tells the group, their voice a little raspy. "This would normally mean calling for your death but..." The elder then looks to the flame tongue in the group's possession. "You appear to have done service to our kin. The bullywugs in this swamp are allied with a fire drake and have grown in power these past twenty moons, their champions gifted with fiery might. We Silverscales have the might of ice drake on our side, but our numbers are small compared to the vast amount of vile frogs infesting our home." The elder draws a scaled finger over the silver highlighted scales on their face. "You have killed a champion of fire, which has pleased the spirits, now... If you kill another before you leave our grounds, you may leave with our blessings, and..." The elder gestures to one of the other lizardfolk, who brings forth a heavy looking metal banded chest from within a tent. "This..."
Chetin:
Looking around the village, there are signs of mild burning on various parts of the tents, as well as other bits of blood splatters and other signs of combat within the past couple of weeks.
'We apologise for trespassing upon your sacred ground.' Friedrych replies. 'Forgive us, we were unaware.' He glances at the flame tongue shortsword for a moment before continuing. 'Who is this fire drake and its champion you speak of?'
"Pardon me for speaking out of turn, but what is this conflict about? But would a parley between your two groups be possible or not, I'd prefer to find a non violent approach if possible." Chetin asks, "And I suppose with your blessings...you'll let us pass through here without any trouble."
The elder looks to Chetin. "You are not of these parts, so I would not expect you to understand." The elder rattles the staff as the bones jolt on the end. "Long ago, ancestors of the tribe moved to these grounds, gifted by the great ice drake. Over time, the ice drake left, and we became masters of the land. The frogs began to move in as the seasons got warmer, and have been a nuisance, but nothing to worry. These last moons, frogs that breathe fire have arrived, rallying the pests under the banner of a fire drake. We seek guidance from the ancestors, waiting for our champions of the ice drake to awaken." The elder points the staff at the group. "You can help until our champions are revealed."
"While this is all well and good for you, it isn't really something I think we should get involved in." Mr. Migello says. "Turf wars are never a good thing to take sides on."
Borg sighs and stands up, she cracks her neck and looks to the elder. "So you are going to pay us to kill another of those bullywugs riding a toad and in return we get that shiny chest? That seems like a fair deal, how ever this man here is our client and we can not be seen to be putting him into a dangerous situation, so aslong as you can promise he will be safe in this village until we return, I see no reason why we can't help you guys out."
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Akaas looks troubled. He nods as Chetin speaks, then frowns as the elder responds. After Borg's question, the halfling finally decides to speak. "Wise elder, we are outsiders. You have made it clear that this has been a troubling time for your people, who you obviously care for deeply. Will you at least allow us to try to find a peaceful resolution to what could be a misunderstanding? As outsiders, we have no emotional ties to this conflict. We can act as emissaries and arbitrators to speak for both your peoples. How much better this could turn out if your two peoples could learn to work together in peaceful cooperation instead of one having to triumph one over the other. My lady, Selune, teaches serenity and peace — to be slow to anger. She has taught us to not fight if we can help it, but to not hold back if we must. First, please allow us to try a peaceful resolution."
Crispy listened to Borg and Akaas pitiful attempt to squirm out of the lizard men's "request". She shook her head and smiled. Akaas had the right idea, it's just his delivery was terrible. Still, she liked him, and all she could do was smile.
She looked around the camp for a way out, a way to escape. This was not going to end well, for she got the foreboding feeling that the lizard men were not asking, they were commanding us. She made a noise with her mouth to get Borg's attention, and when she got it, made a few gestures with her hands.
Welp, we're ****ed. I don't think they're going to take 'no' for an answer, and they outnumber us greatly. We should probably consider an escape plan.
OOC: time to see if diplomancy is still a thing in 5e
'Stay you hand.'Friedrych whispers to Crispy. 'I've seen you in a fight. You're good but not "taking out an entire village of lizardfolk" good.' He turns his gaze towards the elder.'Forgive me if I speak out of order but it is my way to be blunt. You call yourselves the masters of these lands and in this, there is no dispute. But I must ask: do your ancestors look kindly upon outsiders interfering in lizardfolk affairs? It is not lizardfolk costum to seek the aid of others so I understand your situation is indeed severe for you to reach out.'
Friedrych gives his chin a quick stroke before giving a small nod. 'You speak of champions of the ice drake. How would one be recognised as such?'
OOC: Would this require a Persuasion check? Asking because of Akaas's argument/roll.
"No." The elder says, their tone still stern. "The frogs are not negotiable. They are animals that walk on two legs. They do not barter, like we do now. You are here only because the spirits are pleased. It is the phrase some of your flesh kin say, the enemy of an enemy is an ally."
Mr. Migello seems to be ready to go rush back to his cart at any moment, quite intimidated by the coldness of the lizardfolk, as the others seem to be sniffing around the cart, examining the foreign aromas.
The elder looks to Friedrych. "That is not for you to know." It hisses at him. "You have your options; either assist us in slaying another of the fire drake's champions for a reward, or leave our lands in peace. We have been tolerant to your ignorance so far, we do not want the third option."
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Chetin bows before taking a seat. He takes a moment to examine the conditions of the lizardfolk.
Perception: 19
OOC: is it possible to tell if the elder is some sort of shaman or witch doctor or something with an Arcana or Religion check? If so: 23
EDIT: I love the dice roller. It's so bad ^^
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Friedrych:
Based on the staff that the lizardfolk is holding, they are most likely the tribe's shaman. They will guide the lizardfolk spiritually, as well as assist the tribe leader (they are an elder, not to say that isn't a high position) in making large impacting decisions for the tribe.
"You travellers have come through ground sacred to The Silverscales." The elder tells the group, their voice a little raspy. "This would normally mean calling for your death but..." The elder then looks to the flame tongue in the group's possession. "You appear to have done service to our kin. The bullywugs in this swamp are allied with a fire drake and have grown in power these past twenty moons, their champions gifted with fiery might. We Silverscales have the might of ice drake on our side, but our numbers are small compared to the vast amount of vile frogs infesting our home." The elder draws a scaled finger over the silver highlighted scales on their face. "You have killed a champion of fire, which has pleased the spirits, now... If you kill another before you leave our grounds, you may leave with our blessings, and..." The elder gestures to one of the other lizardfolk, who brings forth a heavy looking metal banded chest from within a tent. "This..."
Chetin:
Looking around the village, there are signs of mild burning on various parts of the tents, as well as other bits of blood splatters and other signs of combat within the past couple of weeks.
'We apologise for trespassing upon your sacred ground.' Friedrych replies. 'Forgive us, we were unaware.' He glances at the flame tongue shortsword for a moment before continuing. 'Who is this fire drake and its champion you speak of?'
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
"Pardon me for speaking out of turn, but what is this conflict about? But would a parley between your two groups be possible or not, I'd prefer to find a non violent approach if possible." Chetin asks, "And I suppose with your blessings...you'll let us pass through here without any trouble."
The elder looks to Chetin. "You are not of these parts, so I would not expect you to understand." The elder rattles the staff as the bones jolt on the end. "Long ago, ancestors of the tribe moved to these grounds, gifted by the great ice drake. Over time, the ice drake left, and we became masters of the land. The frogs began to move in as the seasons got warmer, and have been a nuisance, but nothing to worry. These last moons, frogs that breathe fire have arrived, rallying the pests under the banner of a fire drake. We seek guidance from the ancestors, waiting for our champions of the ice drake to awaken." The elder points the staff at the group. "You can help until our champions are revealed."
"While this is all well and good for you, it isn't really something I think we should get involved in." Mr. Migello says. "Turf wars are never a good thing to take sides on."
Borg sighs and stands up, she cracks her neck and looks to the elder. "So you are going to pay us to kill another of those bullywugs riding a toad and in return we get that shiny chest? That seems like a fair deal, how ever this man here is our client and we can not be seen to be putting him into a dangerous situation, so aslong as you can promise he will be safe in this village until we return, I see no reason why we can't help you guys out."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Akaas looks troubled. He nods as Chetin speaks, then frowns as the elder responds. After Borg's question, the halfling finally decides to speak. "Wise elder, we are outsiders. You have made it clear that this has been a troubling time for your people, who you obviously care for deeply. Will you at least allow us to try to find a peaceful resolution to what could be a misunderstanding? As outsiders, we have no emotional ties to this conflict. We can act as emissaries and arbitrators to speak for both your peoples. How much better this could turn out if your two peoples could learn to work together in peaceful cooperation instead of one having to triumph one over the other. My lady, Selune, teaches serenity and peace — to be slow to anger. She has taught us to not fight if we can help it, but to not hold back if we must. First, please allow us to try a peaceful resolution."
Persuasion: 2
LOL I guess we're going to war!
Crispy listened to Borg and Akaas pitiful attempt to squirm out of the lizard men's "request". She shook her head and smiled. Akaas had the right idea, it's just his delivery was terrible. Still, she liked him, and all she could do was smile.
She looked around the camp for a way out, a way to escape. This was not going to end well, for she got the foreboding feeling that the lizard men were not asking, they were commanding us. She made a noise with her mouth to get Borg's attention, and when she got it, made a few gestures with her hands.
Welp, we're ****ed. I don't think they're going to take 'no' for an answer, and they outnumber us greatly. We should probably consider an escape plan.
OOC: Akaas' entire argument in a nutshell:
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Crispy hand slowly starts creeping to her blade hilt. Just in case. This was not going to end well. Today was a good day to die.
OOC: time to see if diplomancy is still a thing in 5e
'Stay you hand.' Friedrych whispers to Crispy. 'I've seen you in a fight. You're good but not "taking out an entire village of lizardfolk" good.' He turns his gaze towards the elder. 'Forgive me if I speak out of order but it is my way to be blunt. You call yourselves the masters of these lands and in this, there is no dispute. But I must ask: do your ancestors look kindly upon outsiders interfering in lizardfolk affairs? It is not lizardfolk costum to seek the aid of others so I understand your situation is indeed severe for you to reach out.'
Friedrych gives his chin a quick stroke before giving a small nod. 'You speak of champions of the ice drake. How would one be recognised as such?'
OOC: Would this require a Persuasion check? Asking because of Akaas's argument/roll.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
"No." The elder says, their tone still stern. "The frogs are not negotiable. They are animals that walk on two legs. They do not barter, like we do now. You are here only because the spirits are pleased. It is the phrase some of your flesh kin say, the enemy of an enemy is an ally."
Mr. Migello seems to be ready to go rush back to his cart at any moment, quite intimidated by the coldness of the lizardfolk, as the others seem to be sniffing around the cart, examining the foreign aromas.
(Sorry, didn't see Friedrych's post. If you want to roll Persuasion, you may do so.)
Persuasion check: 21
EDIT: yeah, no. We don't need to antagonise them even more. INSPIRATION!
Reroll: 24
EDIT 2: why, dice roller? I thought we had a good thing going...
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Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Oh for Hells sake.
"And if we refuse?" Crispy asks as cooly as she can.
(To be fair, I should remind Akaas he is a halfling as well ;-) )
Halfling luck reroll! : 18
The suspense of us getting all murdered by lizard people is killing me.
The elder looks to Friedrych. "That is not for you to know." It hisses at him. "You have your options; either assist us in slaying another of the fire drake's champions for a reward, or leave our lands in peace. We have been tolerant to your ignorance so far, we do not want the third option."