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MATT: Okay. |
ASHLY: These are such bad stealth checks. |
MATT: Thanks to you speaking with nature, I am |
ignoring one of the lowest stealth rolls. |
ASHLY: Only one? |
MATT: Even still, you approach the outskirts of |
The Sour Nest. The clouds of the night are broken |
here and there, the very darkened night |
occasionally broken by the errant moonbeam that |
manages to sweep through the open grove where this |
fortress was built. The canopy itself cleared out, |
leaving it open for the occasional peek of white |
through the clouds. The same perimeter wall you |
see being slowly trained across by two guards |
dressed in the same hooded attire as those that |
you previously saw. As you saw as well bringing |
the three carts northward from the Glory Run Road. |
As you begin to approach, Keg, unfortunately, |
manages to step on a hornet’s nest. It crunches |
under your foot, and, for a brief second, you |
inhale very sharply knowing this familiar sound– |
This is not the first hornet’s nest you’ve stepped |
into. Thankfully, a moment passes, no hornets. It |
was abandoned and had fallen from a tree. However, |
you do hear a voice on the wall say, “Hello?” |
ASHLY: Shit. |
SAM: How far? |
MATT: About 70 feet from you. |
LIAM: I think we might be doing this now, so be |
prepared for it. |
ASHLY: I don’t want to put Frumpkin in danger, but |
could we pretend it was Frumpkin, if he shoots out |
or something? |
LIAM: Frumpkin shoots up into the air and bounces |
off a tree. |
MATT: (hoots) “Oh, there you are again, you |
sucker.” He’s going to raise a crossbow again. |
ASHLY: Oh no! Oh my god, if I kill someone again! |
(laughter) |
MATT: That is a 13 to hit. What is Frumpkin’s |
armor class as an owl? |
LIAM: I have an owl here, it is– That hits. |
ASHLY: Oh! |
SAM: Burch-icide! |
ASHLY: Shit! |
MATT: That is four points of piercing damage to |
Frumpkin. |
LIAM: Frumpkin is alive! |
SAM: What?! |
MATT: How many hit points does the owl have? |
LIAM: Well, it’s 1d4 plus one, and I rolled it |
last time, and I rolled a four, so it’s 1d4 plus one. |
MATT: So it’s five? This owl takes a crossbow bolt |
to the chest, and is like (flapping). You hear the |
same voice go, “Fucking hell! What– Phil! I |
fucking shot an owl, it’s still flying! I hate |
“this forest! It’s bullshit!” You hear this voice a |
little further away go, “(laughing) You suck!” |
He’s like, “Shut up!” Loads another bolt into it |
and starts– You see now is actively looking for |
the owl to finish it off and regain his pride. |
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