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Scales of War: DnD 4e PBF
fwoop:
Rah knew nothing of this diplomacy stuff! But he could tell his friends needed help. Rah looks to the sky and ponders, What Would Peelor Do? Hmm...
I have to do something that Peelor likes. Peelor is a dog. Dogs like... tummy scratches?
He looks at the hobgoblin. He did not look like he'd enjoy a tummy scratch.
He sees all the refuse around the hobgoblin. The rotten food didn't look nice. Food! What food do dogs like... meat!
Rah, convinced of this unbreakable chain of logic, does what is Right.
"Yous"
Rah points a leg of roasted meat at the hobgoblin
"Have meats. Meats taste good. Eat lots. Then talk, ok?"
He reluctantly hands the meat to the hobgoblin.
Giving away meat... Peelor is very demanding! Rah gains more respect for Nori - he must have it tough.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Rah engages in meat-aided diplomacy!
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Diplo = 1d20 + 0 = 17
Malek Deneith:
- "Well if he decides he doesn't want to talk you can always leave him with Adis and us." - Graven's eyes give ominous green glow for a moment - "This unit predicts that some of spirits here wouldn't mind a god talk with the creature.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Aid Another - Intimidate (1d20+1=19)
Ffffffuuuuuu...
S.K. Ren:
During his companions attempts at getting the Hobgoblin to talk, Adis was practicing his spells. Refining them in plain sight of the wretched creature. Seeing as it was his turn, Adis walked over to Morrik with a huge smile and began to whisper in his ear.
"Have you ever thought about what an ice sculpture feels like?" With that Adis pointed his stave at the ground, freezing it with a Ray of Frost. Morrik was unharmed, but his feet were now standing on icy ground. "If the experience interests you, we can start with the toes and work our way up. If you're not interested..." Adis' voice suddenly got dark, "we will start with the toes and work our way up..."
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Intimidate 1d20=18
Tavana:
Morrik swings his head around, and accepts the meat feebly. He bites viciously from the leg, apparently not noticing the chill creeping up from his feet. He mutters briefly in his tongue and turns back to Adis, doing his best to stare him down, saying "You lot took down an Ogre, right? You kin' do better than this."
The Guards grunt at his comment, but stay away from your group for the moment.
Madtrixr:
When Morrik speaks in Goblin, Norian picks it up. He cringes a bit, and whispers to Adis "Hey, knock it off with the spellcasting. He just said "Cast one spell and me and you'll never make it to Rivenroar, pig." So, we need to figure something else out."
Straightening back up, Norian tries to figure out what to do next. He decides to try and impress the goblin with some history that he learned in training.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)And fails miserably, for the second time that day.
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