Barbarian: Is there anything left of the ice witch? Like a head or something that I can go taunt her followers with.
DM: No, she dissolved into a pile of snow.
Barbarian: I make a snowball. I even drew a little face at it. Can I throw it at them?
DM: Sure.
Barbarian: Do you need me to roll?
DM: I think you’re capable of throwing a snowball at a group of unarmed women.
Barbarian: I throw the snowball.
DM: The snowball explodes in their faces, dealing no physical damage.
Barbarian: [proudly] Only emotional damage.













