I beckon the busty drow ranger male friend of mine to follow. I’d rather not see him get torn apart before I get a chance to tear him up iykwim
I accidentally inhale all of the 2nd hand tobacco smoke, giving me the cancer debuff
Disappointed by your insolence, the shopkeeper finds something particularly endearing about your failed charisma roll. Very well traveller, he tells you. You can take what you want, but I need something from that crypt.
It was not too many moons ago where I happened to misplace a number of my memoribilia inside the ruins. You will know what it is when you see it. Ah, Samantha. Wherever did the days go.
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Make no mistake merchant, if the Gods seem fit to bring me out of that wretched place alive and if indeed they have me stumble upon that treasure of yours - I am not to return it to you neither from appreciation or debt to you, but rather my strong inclination for good and justice. Aye, whatever I find in that crypt that you claim as yours, it would be a great injustice to leave it defiled by your belongings. So little regard have I for what you hold dear that I deem it unfair to this horrid crypt to leave it there.
I will take these garments, this so called armor, and wear not as to protect myself from any danger lurking within but rather as a shield from the stench and ugliness of your belongings.
Instead, you will owe me a great service, a service that I deem fit, as a reward when I bring your trinkets back. You are to be in debt to me, not me to you. You may be certain of this, lest my blade be judge and my companions my witness.
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Mouth agape in reaction to this total epic badassery.
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As I approach the ancient crypt’s front door, a chill skitters down my spine. The noise from within is unsettling—echoes of something ancient and dangerous. My instincts as a seasoned ranger scream at me to retreat for now.
I turn on my heel, my dark elven features set in a determined expression. I make my way back through the winding paths, finally reaching the inn where Big_Ass and Kronkzor are likely waiting. The inn's warm glow contrasts sharply with the ominous darkness I just left behind.
Stepping inside, I take a deep breath of the comforting, earthy aroma. I approach the bar, my presence commanding attention. “Evening,” I say, my voice smooth and confident. “I need a room for the night and, if possible, a courtesan or two. It’s been a long day, and I could use some company.”
@discobot roll 1d20
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One layer removed isn’t that exempt. You’re still on an ex game bastard child forum spending most of your time spewing the most chud-adjacent topics
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I follow around FrankGrimes, attempting to do every gentlemanly gesture possible including opening the bar door and brushing off Theyre seat before she sits down. While He talks to the innkeeper, I attempt to intimidate Them from a distance that makes FrankGrimelines feel comfortable with the weak act beside Them.
@discobot roll 1d20
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Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
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You need to roll for that.
I sidle up next to Grimelimes and, in a low, sultry tone, remark: I already got us a room.
Roll for seduction.
@discobot roll 1d20
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I’m about to roll for stabbing another party member
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