D&D 5E Dark sun Times of change

[Shayuri]

"That would be stupid," agrees Kanna. "Otherwise what was all this for to start with?"

 

[Azurewraith]

The vizier grins at the halfling"I like you little one" He says as he tosses the halfling a pouch full of coins emblazoned with the shadow Kings emblem, then turns to leave.

GM: Inside the pouch are 500 gold coins. We appear to be missing all but one player though.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: I'm still here. I've been climbing the stairs for like a month or something. I don't think you've made it clear if we can get out of our hole or not.

 

[Azurewraith]

GM: Sorry yes you can all get out the hole.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

At last arriving at the top of the stairs, Chick ran straight for the Vizier with his Gythka and attempted to impale the arrogant man.

[roll0] for [roll1]

 

[Azurewraith]

Chick rushes forward impaling the man straight through his stomach or so he would have if his strike wasn't blocked by some invisible force created by the vizier raising his hand."This is going to be unpleasant"

GM: To initiative.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Dig site
Night

Kimet grinned at the vizier’s words. “Oh, I think it’s going to be great fun, defiler!” she said, swinging her maul at the vizier, though the man danced out of the arc of her weapon.

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Saves:
Action: Maul: 1D20+5 = [1]+5 = 6
2D6+3 = [5, 3]+3 = 11
Move:
Bonus Action:
Free Object Interaction:
Reaction:
Conditions:
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[sblock=Kimet Mini Stats]
Inspiration: 0
AC: 17
HP: 29/29 HD: 2/2d12
Rage: 0/2 LR
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[Shayuri]

(OOC - Clarification here, I'm still charmed, yeah? Doesn't mean I have to attack anyone, but I still can't attack the Vizier?)

 

[Azurewraith]

GM: (OOC - Clarification here, I'm still charmed, yeah? Doesn't mean I have to attack anyone, but I still can't attack the Vizier?) No no the charm broke around the same time the rest of the party started appearing

 

[Shayuri]

Kanna blinks as the fog evaporates from her mind...the fog she hadn't even known was there until it was gone. She tucks the gold away in her pouch and draws her curved halfling blade out, growling the word that is the declaration of death among the little folk.

"Defiler."

Init! [roll0]