“This be the High Shield!” Mercwri says in a sharp, tight tone. “If any of ye gots any healings or skills he needs them NOW! He is one we can’t let die!”
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Reggarn will quickly come over to the high shield and offer a quick prayer to Erathis (Casts Healing word 5). "I hope this is enough for the High Shield but we will see."
Reggarn, as your healing word takes effect the High Shield opens his eyes and gasps for breath. "What? ...what is..." his eyes widen has he takes in the sight of you all.
"Traitors." Eldron hisses between bloodied teeth. "I will kill you all."
"Now, now," Randrak says. "We could have let you die. We didn't. Reggarn and I both saved your life. Plus you are not in any shape to be making any threats. So why don't we all calm down."
(Persuasion: 17)
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Randrak you lean back just in time as the Dwarf takes a swing for you. He is slow and fatigued and the effort costs him dearly.
"s...saw you visit the imposter when you arrived.... scheming with the Drow witch you were... and then in the tavern with a goblin. You tried to hide him, but I know his kind. Everyone will soon enough."
He glares at you all, tears filling his once proud eyes. "I had to do something. I could not simply hide and watch them steal my city."
“We ain’t gonna let no drow or witches steal anything, High Shield.” Mercwri says firmly. “We’re trying to figure out what in Fulgar’s blue testicles is going on around here.”
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Grub drops his disguise. "No hate with you. I am trying to escape drow thumbs and Big Lugz. Your kind doesn't help, always slaying Ogkch {Made up a Goblin word meaning 'people'} for gold or mithril. Then when we fight back you call us monsters. You're fault drow can hire Ogkch"
Grub is sympathetic, if a little pissed off about the negative stereotypes.
"Please, everyone! Be at ease. Let us all put our weapons down and use our words instead. High Shield, we don't know what you mean by Drow witch so please explain about that. As for the Goblin, he has chosen to seek peace. we have traveled with him for many days with no sign that he would do us harm and I have given him my word that I would offer him protection until such a time as we can separate in peace. You may not like my ways but I pray to Erathis that you allow me to keep my honor and my word."
Eldron looks at you all in confusion. Especially at you Grub, he almost jumps out of his skin when you drop your disguise. His eyes narrow and he turns to you Alanis,
"Ambassador Kriel is dead... the woman you met today was an impostor, using magics like the goblin here just displayed, but you all know that, you must..."
He points to you Grub, "...this can be no coincidence! What game do you play with me?"
Reggarn will place himself in between Grub and the High Shield. "There is no game here. He is here under my protection. Leave the Goblin be for now. Pray, tell us more of this imposter drow? How did you discover the ruse?"
Alanis balls her fist, and when she speaks it is uncharacteristically sharp for the otherwise soft spoken alchemist.
”Games? We are not the ones playing games here! We don’t know about anything that is going on here, High Shield! We have just returned from our mission, the one you send us on yourself no less!
Then we return to the city to find it in civil war, because, supposedly, you just claimed the crown for yourself forcefully! And here you are now, storming our chambers in the middle of the night with what appears to be ill intend, looking like you have been walking from hell and back for a week, now claiming the city has been infiltrated by a Drow in the guise of Ambassador Kriel! And you ask us what games we play?!“
The High Shield looks suddenly deflated and confused as he speaks almost to himself. "The Drow appeared out of nowhere... we were in her office. Kriel did not have time to cry out... they cut her throat. So much blood." he shakes his head as if to deny the image.
"I fought and ran... I have claimed no throne. I threw myself into the lava to fool them. They think me dead. An imposter sits upon my seat and in the seat of the ambassador. They turned the city against itself. We are killing ourselves for them!" there is an edge of madness to his laugh as he looks around at you all.
(Hob, would Grub recognize the High Shield?)
"Randrak, Mercwri, did this dwarf attack you? Is he dead? Does he need assistance? How can I help?"
Alanis looks around in worry.
“Are you alright? Is anyone hurt? Where are Hitticus and Dvori?“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
“This be the High Shield!” Mercwri says in a sharp, tight tone. “If any of ye gots any healings or skills he needs them NOW! He is one we can’t let die!”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Reggarn will quickly come over to the high shield and offer a quick prayer to Erathis (Casts Healing word 5). "I hope this is enough for the High Shield but we will see."
Reggarn, as your healing word takes effect the High Shield opens his eyes and gasps for breath. "What? ...what is..." his eyes widen has he takes in the sight of you all.
"Traitors." Eldron hisses between bloodied teeth. "I will kill you all."
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Grub suppresses the urge to silence the high Shield. *Clears throat* "Please be still. We won't hurt you"
"Now, now," Randrak says. "We could have let you die. We didn't. Reggarn and I both saved your life. Plus you are not in any shape to be making any threats. So why don't we all calm down."
(Persuasion: 17)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
„What happened to him?“
Alanis asks softly.
“I thought the fights happened just recently - he looks like he has been marching through the gutter for days…“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Randrak you lean back just in time as the Dwarf takes a swing for you. He is slow and fatigued and the effort costs him dearly.
"s...saw you visit the imposter when you arrived.... scheming with the Drow witch you were... and then in the tavern with a goblin. You tried to hide him, but I know his kind. Everyone will soon enough."
He glares at you all, tears filling his once proud eyes. "I had to do something. I could not simply hide and watch them steal my city."
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
“We ain’t gonna let no drow or witches steal anything, High Shield.” Mercwri says firmly. “We’re trying to figure out what in Fulgar’s blue testicles is going on around here.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
„Drow… witch? Imposter? You mean… Ambassador Kriel?“
Alanis tries to wrap her head around that.
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
"See, I knew bringing the goblin along would bring trouble," Randrak says.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Grub drops his disguise. "No hate with you. I am trying to escape drow thumbs and Big Lugz. Your kind doesn't help, always slaying Ogkch {Made up a Goblin word meaning 'people'} for gold or mithril. Then when we fight back you call us monsters. You're fault drow can hire Ogkch"
Grub is sympathetic, if a little pissed off about the negative stereotypes.
"Please, everyone! Be at ease. Let us all put our weapons down and use our words instead. High Shield, we don't know what you mean by Drow witch so please explain about that. As for the Goblin, he has chosen to seek peace. we have traveled with him for many days with no sign that he would do us harm and I have given him my word that I would offer him protection until such a time as we can separate in peace. You may not like my ways but I pray to Erathis that you allow me to keep my honor and my word."
Eldron looks at you all in confusion. Especially at you Grub, he almost jumps out of his skin when you drop your disguise. His eyes narrow and he turns to you Alanis,
"Ambassador Kriel is dead... the woman you met today was an impostor, using magics like the goblin here just displayed, but you all know that, you must..."
He points to you Grub, "...this can be no coincidence! What game do you play with me?"
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Reggarn will place himself in between Grub and the High Shield. "There is no game here. He is here under my protection. Leave the Goblin be for now. Pray, tell us more of this imposter drow? How did you discover the ruse?"
Alanis balls her fist, and when she speaks it is uncharacteristically sharp for the otherwise soft spoken alchemist.
”Games? We are not the ones playing games here! We don’t know about anything that is going on here, High Shield! We have just returned from our mission, the one you send us on yourself no less!
Then we return to the city to find it in civil war, because, supposedly, you just claimed the crown for yourself forcefully! And here you are now, storming our chambers in the middle of the night with what appears to be ill intend, looking like you have been walking from hell and back for a week, now claiming the city has been infiltrated by a Drow in the guise of Ambassador Kriel! And you ask us what games we play?!“
She turns to the others.
“I worry for Uldran - I want to get him.”
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Alanis roll persuasion or intimidation.
The High Shield looks suddenly deflated and confused as he speaks almost to himself. "The Drow appeared out of nowhere... we were in her office. Kriel did not have time to cry out... they cut her throat. So much blood." he shakes his head as if to deny the image.
"I fought and ran... I have claimed no throne. I threw myself into the lava to fool them. They think me dead. An imposter sits upon my seat and in the seat of the ambassador. They turned the city against itself. We are killing ourselves for them!" there is an edge of madness to his laugh as he looks around at you all.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
(Well, she was pretty much just venting but gladly)
Persuasion: 15
Alanis stares at the dwarven noble in disbelief.
”By the gods, this is rapidly becoming a nightmare… If… if he is telling the truth, what should we do? What can we do?”
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)