(Spoiler for Storm Lords Wrath. NSFW for language and sexually suggestive content)
Hello all, this happend in our game last night.
Our party is escorting the Gnome goat herder from Leilon to Phandelin and on the second night the goats are spooked and the groups Paladin, who was on watch, is in danger of being overrun by the herd.
My Tiefling Bard, Yarissa, is waking for her turn at watch. Seeing the impending stampede and mortal danger the Paladin is in, Yarissa wakes the Druid and says “grant me the gift of your god to commune with these goats”, AKA, cast Speak With Animals.
Yarissa call out to the herd, using Thamaturgy to boost her voice and get their attention. She then begins to play her Lute of Illusions and weave a story…
A merchant is traveling through the Northern Sword Coast, and he stops at an inn for the night. The only people in there are the bartender and an old human nursing his ale, looking dejected. The merchant orders a tankard, and they sit in silence for a while.
Suddenly the old man turns to him and says, “You see this bar in this here tavern? I built this bar, with my bare hands from the finest woods in all the realms. Gave it more love and care than my own kid. But do they call me Guldugor the bar builder? No.”
After taking a swig from his tankard the old man points out the window. “You see that stone wall out there? I built that stone wall with my bare hands. Found every stone, placed them just so through the rain and the cold. But do they call me Guldugor the stone wall builder? No, no they do not.” he spits out.
His tankard sloshing sloppily, he points out the window with it, more animated this time. “You see that dock on the lake out there? I built that dock with my bare hands. Drove the pilings deep into the sands, laid the deck with my own two hands, plank by plank. But do they call me Guldugor the dock builder? Damn all the gods NO.” He trails off this time, the melancholy dripping off each word.
After a brief but evident pause, a little quieter than before and filled with clear regret “But you fuck one goat …”
The DM allows a Performance check instead of animal handling to calm the herd. The roll with advantage comes up on Roll20.. 31|31. TWO NAT 20’s.
The herd burst out in laughter while the other players only hear the cacophony of bleating, snorting and baying. The dangerous situation is defused and the Paladin is spared the indignity of being trampled by angry.
Who would have thought a job to help herd a flock of goats would produce a scene I’ll never forget.
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r/DnD (Spoiler for Storm Lords Wrath. NSFW for language and sexually suggestive content) Hello all, this happend in our game last night. Our party is escorting the Gnome goat herder from Leilon to Phandelin and on the second night the goats are spooked and the groups Paladin, who was on watch, is in danger of being overrun by the herd. My Tiefling Bard, Yarissa, is waking for her turn at watch. Seeing the impending stampede and mortal danger the Paladin is in, Yarissa wakes the Druid and says “grant me the gift of your god to commune with these goats”, AKA, cast Speak With Animals. Yarissa call out to the herd, using Thamaturgy to boost her voice and get their attention. She then begins to play her Lute of Illusions and weave a story… A merchant is traveling through the Northern Sword Coast, and he stops at an inn for the night. The only people in there are the bartender and an old human nursing his ale, looking dejected. The merchant orders a tankard, and they sit in silence for a while. Suddenly the old man turns to him and says, “You see this bar in this here tavern? I built this bar, with my bare hands from the finest woods in all the realms. Gave it more love and care than my own kid. But do they call me Guldugor the bar builder? No.” After taking a swig from his tankard the old man points out the window. “You see that stone wall out there? I built that stone wall with my bare hands. Found every stone, placed them just so through the rain and the cold. But do they call me Guldugor the stone wall builder? No, no they do not.” he spits out. His tankard sloshing sloppily, he points out the window with it, more animated this time. “You see that dock on the lake out there? I built that dock with my bare hands. Drove the pilings deep into the sands, laid the deck with my own two hands, plank by plank. But do they call me Guldugor the dock builder? Damn all the gods NO.” He trails off this time, the melancholy dripping off each word. After a brief but evident pause, a little quieter than before and filled with clear regret “But you fuck one goat …” The DM allows a Performance check instead of animal handling to calm the herd. The roll with advantage comes up on Roll20.. 31|31. TWO NAT 20’s. The herd burst out in laughter while the other players only hear the cacophony of bleating, snorting and baying. The dangerous situation is defused and the Paladin is spared the indignity of being trampled by angry. Who would have thought a job to help herd a flock of goats would produce a scene I’ll never forget. submitted by /u/OhNo71 [link] [comments]
(Spoiler for Storm Lords Wrath. NSFW for language and sexually suggestive content)
Hello all, this happend in our game last night.
Our party is escorting the Gnome goat herder from Leilon to Phandelin and on the second night the goats are spooked and the groups Paladin, who was on watch, is in danger of being overrun by the herd.
My Tiefling Bard, Yarissa, is waking for her turn at watch. Seeing the impending stampede and mortal danger the Paladin is in, Yarissa wakes the Druid and says “grant me the gift of your god to commune with these goats”, AKA, cast Speak With Animals.
Yarissa call out to the herd, using Thamaturgy to boost her voice and get their attention. She then begins to play her Lute of Illusions and weave a story…
A merchant is traveling through the Northern Sword Coast, and he stops at an inn for the night. The only people in there are the bartender and an old human nursing his ale, looking dejected. The merchant orders a tankard, and they sit in silence for a while.
Suddenly the old man turns to him and says, “You see this bar in this here tavern? I built this bar, with my bare hands from the finest woods in all the realms. Gave it more love and care than my own kid. But do they call me Guldugor the bar builder? No.”
After taking a swig from his tankard the old man points out the window. “You see that stone wall out there? I built that stone wall with my bare hands. Found every stone, placed them just so through the rain and the cold. But do they call me Guldugor the stone wall builder? No, no they do not.” he spits out.
His tankard sloshing sloppily, he points out the window with it, more animated this time. “You see that dock on the lake out there? I built that dock with my bare hands. Drove the pilings deep into the sands, laid the deck with my own two hands, plank by plank. But do they call me Guldugor the dock builder? Damn all the gods NO.” He trails off this time, the melancholy dripping off each word.
After a brief but evident pause, a little quieter than before and filled with clear regret “But you fuck one goat …”
The DM allows a Performance check instead of animal handling to calm the herd. The roll with advantage comes up on Roll20.. 31|31. TWO NAT 20’s.
The herd burst out in laughter while the other players only hear the cacophony of bleating, snorting and baying. The dangerous situation is defused and the Paladin is spared the indignity of being trampled by angry.
Who would have thought a job to help herd a flock of goats would produce a scene I’ll never forget.
submitted by /u/OhNo71
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