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My friend, and first time tabletop player, joined us for KotS last night. We took the last kobold alive, and my friend the Dragonborn Paladin rolled for intimidate. (We also were going to throw an aid another check in but those rules arn't public yet). He rolled a natural 20 (total 30).
He's a forrester by trade, a jock by demographic, and the kindest guy ever. On his first Role Playing session he came up with this:
I tie him to my sword near the hilt and start choping small trees with my sword, then the cleric will "smelling salt" him from range. I won't talk to him at all for 20 minutes while I cut wood and he talks and pleads. At the end I will start to build a dozen or so small firepiles. As I'm lighting the fire the Dwarven Fighter will bluff that this is wrong and the great tyrant "Dragonheart" need not waste time with this piddler. The paladin then "intimidates" the dwarven fighter saying "His screams are fun" the dwarf then skulks away.
The Kolbold then gives up what the name Irontooth. But that is not enough: He say's he can't say anymore because Irontooth will punish him, badly. "Dragonheart" then remarks "And what do you think I'm doing?" lighting the first fire he tells the cleric to heal the lizard (she does with an evilish smile) and says "that should do for the first fire" glancing at the other firepits.
Then the wizard approaches as the fire starts to get uncomforably hot to those close. He says "Irontooth? THE Irontooth? The petty washed up bridgand? The legend speaks of this "Irontooth" a reknown one born of a Dragon, as yourself, shall defeat him and then the a wise dragon kin, who led you to him shall inherit his kingdom.
The dragonborn breaks his "BBQ" smile and frowns at the kobold: "are you the dragon kin who will govern these land after I kill Irontooh?" [lots of nodding] "Fine, lead on dragon desendant, to your empire. What is your new headquarters like anyway?..."
1st night of tabletop, forrester jock. He'll be back.
He's a forrester by trade, a jock by demographic, and the kindest guy ever. On his first Role Playing session he came up with this:
I tie him to my sword near the hilt and start choping small trees with my sword, then the cleric will "smelling salt" him from range. I won't talk to him at all for 20 minutes while I cut wood and he talks and pleads. At the end I will start to build a dozen or so small firepiles. As I'm lighting the fire the Dwarven Fighter will bluff that this is wrong and the great tyrant "Dragonheart" need not waste time with this piddler. The paladin then "intimidates" the dwarven fighter saying "His screams are fun" the dwarf then skulks away.
The Kolbold then gives up what the name Irontooth. But that is not enough: He say's he can't say anymore because Irontooth will punish him, badly. "Dragonheart" then remarks "And what do you think I'm doing?" lighting the first fire he tells the cleric to heal the lizard (she does with an evilish smile) and says "that should do for the first fire" glancing at the other firepits.
Then the wizard approaches as the fire starts to get uncomforably hot to those close. He says "Irontooth? THE Irontooth? The petty washed up bridgand? The legend speaks of this "Irontooth" a reknown one born of a Dragon, as yourself, shall defeat him and then the a wise dragon kin, who led you to him shall inherit his kingdom.
The dragonborn breaks his "BBQ" smile and frowns at the kobold: "are you the dragon kin who will govern these land after I kill Irontooh?" [lots of nodding] "Fine, lead on dragon desendant, to your empire. What is your new headquarters like anyway?..."
1st night of tabletop, forrester jock. He'll be back.
