Me: playing a 500 year old male drow cleric of Loviatar
Me: ‘stabalise’ the redbrand who switched sides mid fight and went down — with a knife across his throat.
My party: wtf? Why did you murder that redbrand we made a temporary and tenuous ally ship with?
Me: No! I tried to heeeaaalll him but I rolled a 1 😩 Loviatar giveth and she taketh
Me: making friends with goblin we captured because we don’t know where we’re going.
My party: remember what happened last time? (Holds up head of nothic I tried to adopt and who was turned against me against his will because he’s a mindless foodie and didn’t mean to hurt me)
Me: bah. Continues to make friends. Gets us to where we are going. Holds out money to pay goblin three agreed upon gold.
Chilltouch
My party: shocked and appalled. ‘He believed us! He was gonna get us inside!’
Me: Imma drow! I don’t trust that stupid subdrow goblin
