"Ah, I see, so it is peace you seek with the Black Claws? But we are strong and we have a strong master, we will not be so easily intimidated by the likes of you. I will spare your lives, if you will but aid me in a small matter. Or your intrusion ends here and you die. What do you say? Perhaps we can come to an arrangement?"
The robed kobold has an air of authority and power and speaks more intelligently than you may have thought possible for a kobold. The dragonshields that flank him however are larger and more powerfully built than any other kobolds you have seen up to this point. They wear leather armor with shields and spears.
"You do not intimidate us, either, ill-nurtured dandy. But we are willing to negotiate with you since we are generous. What do you offer us?" The fighter keeps to his hard line while checking out the surrounding area for defensible positions and any sign of an ambush.
"As for that," said the kobold, staring at the party, "the stranger should declare himself first. Or do you wish to just insult me?"
He glances between the two kobold warriors and then looks back at you.
"You perhaps don't understand your position here. I can aid you by escorting you back out of the swamp safely after we discuss our current problem. My master wants you dead."
He pauses for a moment and looks almost abashed at what he is doing.
"I take a risk speaking to you rather than killing your outright as he has commanded. But I think we can solve this peacefully. I wish to solve this situation peacefully."
He then glances back to the north as if he doesn't want anyone to hear what he says. He continues in a quieter voice.
"So here is what I propose. I will bring you before my master and ask you to speak in my favor. Tell Nox that you had arrived to slay the him, but that I thwarted your plans. In exchange for making me look good I will then insist on dealing with the you myself, so that my master need not sully himself with such trivial matters. I will then escort you to safety after we figure out how to have our communities live together in peace. What do you say? My master is..."
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right word,
"He is upset, to say the least, by how you have conducted yourselves as visitor's here. He would prefer to slay you outright, but I believe we can negotiate peace between our settlements."
"I am Kirinar, of Mire's Edge. Your proposal sounds interesting, but I must consult with my colleagues before giving you our decision. Give us a moment..." he replies, then attempts to get his colleagues together to quietly discuss their situation and options.
"Well, what do you guys think? Do you think he will honor his end of the bargain, or is this a trick to lure us into an ambush?"
Ransyl’s fingers begin to twitch as we tries to act as pleasant as possible. He is gritting his teeth into a smile, his eyes asking the question “can I kill them now?”
"I'm not inclined to trust him, but I can't get a good read," Keyleth says. "The winged kobolds have warned us not to trust Wruenele and to see Yuty. I was hoping to find out if this is one of them. Not that we have any particular reason to trust the winged kobolds."
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Ransyl walks over to a large crate, leaning against it, seeming tired. He stretches his shoulders, and pops his neck.
“So... I’m Ransyl, this is Faen and Keyleth. You’ve already met Kirinar.”
Slowly, and nonchalantly, he pulls out one of his daggers and begins cleaning under his fingernails. Not looking at anyone in particular.
“The thing is - what do we call you? - we’re hear on a mission of peace, and although we try to talk to everyone that doesn’t try to kill us, we are forced to defend ourselves.”
Ransyl swaps hands and begins cleaning the nails on the other hand.
“You see, we don’t trust you. And while your offer does seem interesting, we’ve killed many of your clan already, and I quite like the odds of us against you.”
Ransyl gestures to his companions with his dagger, admiring his new manicure, “My compatriots and I are strong and in the possession of magic items and abilities. I recommend that you change your tune and begin working with us before we are forced to destroy you with steel and ice!”
During this time, Ransyl’s voice has grown both louder and deeper in an ironic crescendo. He is standing front and center, in the middle of the room (inside 30ft from his audience), and while from a short race - he is standing taller than his party thought was possible. A gleam in his eye, and a sly grin across his face.
The kobold watches as Ransyl moves around his eyes narrowing as he follows your movement. You all see the warriors tense as Ransyl removes the dagger and they don't seem to relax much as the conversation continues. But as Ransyl doesn't immediately attack they both glance at the smaller kobold.
"Well dwarf, perhaps it isn't too much of a lie to say you have come here to kill my master. I think maybe you don't seek peace at all."
He looks over at the other members of the party his authoritative tone diminished now. He doesn't seem quite as sure of himself as he did a moment ago.
“I tell you what, Wruenele, as an act of good faith... we will not kill you, and in turn, you will lay down your weapons and allow us to tie you up.”
Ransyl looks around the room, eyebrows raised , mouth pursed, with an expression of reason and a tone of calmness.
“If we don’t survive our negotiations with your boss he will simply untie you, and if all is well and a new agreement of peace is forged, we will come back and untie you ourselves.” Once again gesturing with his dagger, “Really, it’s a win-win situation. The best for both parties, don’t you think?”
"Ah, I see, so it is peace you seek with the Black Claws? But we are strong and we have a strong master, we will not be so easily intimidated by the likes of you. I will spare your lives, if you will but aid me in a small matter. Or your intrusion ends here and you die. What do you say? Perhaps we can come to an arrangement?"
The robed kobold has an air of authority and power and speaks more intelligently than you may have thought possible for a kobold. The dragonshields that flank him however are larger and more powerfully built than any other kobolds you have seen up to this point. They wear leather armor with shields and spears.
"Who are you and what is your position here?" Keyleth asks, attempting to sound authoritative but with an audible quiver in her voice.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"You do not intimidate us, either, ill-nurtured dandy. But we are willing to negotiate with you since we are generous. What do you offer us?" The fighter keeps to his hard line while checking out the surrounding area for defensible positions and any sign of an ambush.
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"As for that," said the kobold, staring at the party, "the stranger should declare himself first. Or do you wish to just insult me?"
He glances between the two kobold warriors and then looks back at you.
"You perhaps don't understand your position here. I can aid you by escorting you back out of the swamp safely after we discuss our current problem. My master wants you dead."
He pauses for a moment and looks almost abashed at what he is doing.
"I take a risk speaking to you rather than killing your outright as he has commanded. But I think we can solve this peacefully. I wish to solve this situation peacefully."
He then glances back to the north as if he doesn't want anyone to hear what he says. He continues in a quieter voice.
"So here is what I propose. I will bring you before my master and ask you to speak in my favor. Tell Nox that you had arrived to slay the him, but that I thwarted your plans. In exchange for making me look good I will then insist on dealing with the you myself, so that my master need not sully himself with such trivial matters. I will then escort you to safety after we figure out how to have our communities live together in peace. What do you say? My master is..."
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right word,
"He is upset, to say the least, by how you have conducted yourselves as visitor's here. He would prefer to slay you outright, but I believe we can negotiate peace between our settlements."
Keyleth's brow furrows as she listens to the kobold, carefully watching his face for signs of deception or manipulation.
Insight: 8
OoC: The suck parade continues!
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Faen has been listening carefully, attempting to avoid attention.
Insight: 15
"I am Kirinar, of Mire's Edge. Your proposal sounds interesting, but I must consult with my colleagues before giving you our decision. Give us a moment..." he replies, then attempts to get his colleagues together to quietly discuss their situation and options.
"Well, what do you guys think? Do you think he will honor his end of the bargain, or is this a trick to lure us into an ambush?"
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Ransyl’s fingers begin to twitch as we tries to act as pleasant as possible. He is gritting his teeth into a smile, his eyes asking the question “can I kill them now?”
Neither Faen or Keyleth see anything of the kobold to determine if his intentions are true or not.
"I'm not inclined to trust him, but I can't get a good read," Keyleth says. "The winged kobolds have warned us not to trust Wruenele and to see Yuty. I was hoping to find out if this is one of them. Not that we have any particular reason to trust the winged kobolds."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
“He doesn’t give me a good feeling. I don’t necessarily like the idea of going head to head against these guys either though.”
Ransyl walks over to a large crate, leaning against it, seeming tired. He stretches his shoulders, and pops his neck.
“So... I’m Ransyl, this is Faen and Keyleth. You’ve already met Kirinar.”
Slowly, and nonchalantly, he pulls out one of his daggers and begins cleaning under his fingernails. Not looking at anyone in particular.
“The thing is - what do we call you? - we’re hear on a mission of peace, and although we try to talk to everyone that doesn’t try to kill us, we are forced to defend ourselves.”
Ransyl swaps hands and begins cleaning the nails on the other hand.
“You see, we don’t trust you. And while your offer does seem interesting, we’ve killed many of your clan already, and I quite like the odds of us against you.”
Ransyl gestures to his companions with his dagger, admiring his new manicure, “My compatriots and I are strong and in the possession of magic items and abilities. I recommend that you change your tune and begin working with us before we are forced to destroy you with steel and ice!”
During this time, Ransyl’s voice has grown both louder and deeper in an ironic crescendo. He is standing front and center, in the middle of the room (inside 30ft from his audience), and while from a short race - he is standing taller than his party thought was possible. A gleam in his eye, and a sly grin across his face.
Intimidation: 9
OOC - can I get another roll for a good monologue?
OoC: That was awesome, Ransyl. Give this man inspiration, DM!
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Go for it. Roll again.
Intimidation 2
The kobold watches as Ransyl moves around his eyes narrowing as he follows your movement. You all see the warriors tense as Ransyl removes the dagger and they don't seem to relax much as the conversation continues. But as Ransyl doesn't immediately attack they both glance at the smaller kobold.
"Well dwarf, perhaps it isn't too much of a lie to say you have come here to kill my master. I think maybe you don't seek peace at all."
He looks over at the other members of the party his authoritative tone diminished now. He doesn't seem quite as sure of himself as he did a moment ago.
"As for me, my name is Wruenele."
“I tell you what, Wruenele, as an act of good faith... we will not kill you, and in turn, you will lay down your weapons and allow us to tie you up.”
Ransyl looks around the room, eyebrows raised , mouth pursed, with an expression of reason and a tone of calmness.
“If we don’t survive our negotiations with your boss he will simply untie you, and if all is well and a new agreement of peace is forged, we will come back and untie you ourselves.” Once again gesturing with his dagger, “Really, it’s a win-win situation. The best for both parties, don’t you think?”
Ransyl, give me a persuasion roll, with advantage.
Persuasion 2 and 4