#ginquee

DM: Okay, you find a fairly nice place with a blackjack night. There’s a bard quartet playing, all you can eat buffet with a complementary drink, overall pleasant atmosphere.

Ginquee (tortle monk): Is any of the food plain-boiled?

DM: There are some lightly-seasoned pan-fried potatoes?

Ginquee: *sniffs* Seems overly indulgent.

Cressida (aasimar warlock): I could prestidigitation it bland for you.

Lyra (playing Aphil): I don’t want to have to slaughter their whole group... I yell, “Find a new god!” and cast divine smite at max level.

DM: You cleave the kobold in front of you in two with a roar of divine energy.

Marijn (playing Bri): I’m intimidated.

DM: And a bit aroused?

Bri (half-elf cleric): That sounds useful. How much?

DM: “300 gold.”

Ginquee (tortle monk): How does it work?

DM: “Lick it to activate it.”

Ginquee: ...

Hamish (playing Sett): When night falls I cast butt hut.

Andy (playing Ginquee): Ass casa.

Hamish: It’s my spell.

Ginquee (tortle monk): Sometimes I sit with my eyes closed. I don’t know why, it might have been something I used to do. It relaxes me.

Aphil: Sounds like meditation.

Ginquee: *double take*

Cressida (aasimar warlock): Are we chasing the others?

Aphil (half-elf druid): I don’t think we have the numbers to follow them all. It’s okay, they’re not the first group of kobolds who’ve spotted us in here.

Cressida: Yeah, but they’re the first you’ve told our entire plan to.

DM: She looks reluctant. “It’s been a while, but yes.”

Aphil: “Can you act as a translator, or answer our questions?”

Cressida: Why has Aphil started speaking gibberish?

Ginquee (tortle monk): That’s a bit insensitive.

Ginquee (tortle monk): Yes, I think that would be nice.

Bri (half-elf cleric): Why not, I will too.

DM: Can you make Wisdom checks, please.

Aphil: 20.

Ginquee: 19.

Bri: 12.