03-28-2017, 12:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2017, 12:49 PM by Portho Nihilbuck.)
Portho trails off after a few moments, ending his poem about mortals becoming fey-friends, defending the fey against destructive forces.
"We mean you no harm, friend. We are but newly arrived here. But you are hungry, no? Of course we have food we can share..."
[Diplomacy [1d20+17] = 3+17 = 20]
[OoC +17 to Diplomacy and all I get is a 20... still that might shift him a bit]
"We mean you no harm, friend. We are but newly arrived here. But you are hungry, no? Of course we have food we can share..."
[Diplomacy [1d20+17] = 3+17 = 20]
[OoC +17 to Diplomacy and all I get is a 20... still that might shift him a bit]