Session 2: Tomb of the Necrodancer

"Ooo, Ginko's Court sounds like a marvelous place," says Qiora. "We're actually checking out a forest, which I hear is lovely this time of year, and I hope to find some truffles that my friend here likes to have with his dinner. But I'd love to learn more about Ginko's Court. Is it far? What sort of exotic place is it?"

What the fuck is a truffle?! Valrakas wonders, but says nothing.

Qiora also assesses the handsome half-orcs. While she can read between their lines, the halfling hopes to glean more from other unspoken cues.

Rhograx tries to slip behind a boulder, but within hearing distance, but slips around to the wrong side of the rock...

Rhograx starts playing/singing Godsmack Voodoo ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SSUQxGjZZ4 )

When it is my turn in initiative, I'd like to cast Bardic inspiration on Valrakas, saying "Feel the snake bite enter your veins!"

I'd like to cast Bane on the three Orcs. DC of 13


Bardic Inspiration:
You can inspire others through stirring words or music. To do so, you use a bonus action on your turn to choose one creature other than yourself within 60 feet of you who can hear you. That creature gains one Bardic Inspiration die, a d6.

Once within the next 10 minutes, the creature can roll the die and add the number rolled to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw it makes. The creature can wait until after it rolls the d20 before deciding to use the Bardic Inspiration die, but must decide before the GM says whether the roll succeeds or fails. Once the Bardic Inspiration die is rolled, it is lost. A creature can have only one Bardic Inspiration die at a time.

Bane:
Up to three creatures of your choice that you can see within range must make Charisma saving throws. Whenever a target that fails this saving throw makes an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target must roll a d4 and subtract the number rolled from the attack roll or saving throw.

Qiora tries to deflect the situation into something a little less combative. "Ambush? No no, my companions are simply demonstrating their remarkable athleticism, hoping to impress you. The minotaur and myself have no need for such theatrics, of course, but what can I say? Those guys must think you're very special if they're trying to perform for your entertainment. Why don't we all put away our weapons and return to a civilized and... pleasurable conversation?"

"That's unfortunate, because we really were looking for fungi," sighs Qiora. "Well, if you three are that set in your ways, I suggest that you give me your weapon so that we can determine whether or not it is worth spilling my blood."

Valrakas lowers his horns and charges the smooth-talking one.

Valrakas swings his horns at the handsome one again as he rushes past. "Oh no, ye don't, pretty!"

He then rams the poleaxe-wielding half-orc, shoving him aside, towards the nearest ankheg. "Time t' go, lass!" he screams at Qiora.

"You know, up close you're not that pretty," whispers Qiora, arcane power lacing her words in a dissonant melody directed at the handsome half-orc. She then holds onto her hat as she attempts to retreat southeast between the rocks and away from the southern-most ankheg.