5.02.2005
The End of My Ugh
That's a sweet ass picture. +50 xp. You know that guy has "short sword, leather armor, high soft boots, thieves tools" written on his character sheet.
Okay Cinder, you fail your saving throw against poison. Nothing seems to immediately happen. However, the guard laughs and says "A ha! I sense that I have struck you with my poisoned bolt. You see my friend, we are in the Potion Guild. They are the ones who have provided me with the poison, come to put you all to the Sleep of Nephas, Queen of the Underworld. I treat you again to return to your cell and await your quiet doom. Do not seek it on the end of my UGH" you stick him with the crossbow bolt. Roll for damage, 1d4 x2 for backstab. 12, pretty good, but the guard fails his save. A knowing fear blossoms in his blind eyes.
Brogg, you cast Speak With Animals. Actually, that's a Druid spell not a Cleric spell, and you can only multiclass Druid if you're like a half-elf. It's okay though. Grisbane God of Halfbreeds will grant it to you as your, uh, "speciality spell" for worshipping him and serving him good. Anyway, the rat kind of looks at you funny and says "Um, are you sure now is a good time to chat? I mean I'd love to talk, but you and your friends look a little busy. Sure pal, I'll try to get those keys for you but only if they're about yay-high off the ground. And I want some meat. God-damn fresh-off-the-dog meat. No cheese. Do I look like a fucking MOUSE to you? Do I?" He runs off, towards the guard that Cinder stabbed.
Outside, a zombie screams.
Okay Cinder, you fail your saving throw against poison. Nothing seems to immediately happen. However, the guard laughs and says "A ha! I sense that I have struck you with my poisoned bolt. You see my friend, we are in the Potion Guild. They are the ones who have provided me with the poison, come to put you all to the Sleep of Nephas, Queen of the Underworld. I treat you again to return to your cell and await your quiet doom. Do not seek it on the end of my UGH" you stick him with the crossbow bolt. Roll for damage, 1d4 x2 for backstab. 12, pretty good, but the guard fails his save. A knowing fear blossoms in his blind eyes.
Brogg, you cast Speak With Animals. Actually, that's a Druid spell not a Cleric spell, and you can only multiclass Druid if you're like a half-elf. It's okay though. Grisbane God of Halfbreeds will grant it to you as your, uh, "speciality spell" for worshipping him and serving him good. Anyway, the rat kind of looks at you funny and says "Um, are you sure now is a good time to chat? I mean I'd love to talk, but you and your friends look a little busy. Sure pal, I'll try to get those keys for you but only if they're about yay-high off the ground. And I want some meat. God-damn fresh-off-the-dog meat. No cheese. Do I look like a fucking MOUSE to you? Do I?" He runs off, towards the guard that Cinder stabbed.
Outside, a zombie screams.
