The Hills
Rolls
Persuasion - (1d20+4)
(1) + 4 = 5
Rolls
Persuasion - (1d20+4)
(1) + 4 = 5
"be calm little Ug,
"All will be well,
"Sleep peaceful tonight,
"For tomorrow we destroy ugly monsters!"
Rolls
Performance - (1d20+1)
(1) + 1 = 2
Rolls
Intimidate - (1d20+3)
(6) + 3 = 9
"I will speak to them, Bjornegar," she says. He turns to her in shock, arms falling to his sides. He glances back at Zenithral with a murderous glare, and then stands aside and bows to the woman.
The woman steps forward. She is younger than the other two tribesmen, but the deference and respect they show her implies authority. "I am Tansia, Chieftain's Daughter," she says to Alalla in an imperious tone. "Never have I beheld such rudeness and sarcasm from the people of the Towns..." At this point, Ug begins his song.
Unfortunately, without anyone present under the influence of alcohol, Ug's singing is revealed for what it truly is - absolutely, incredibly, mind-blowingly awful. The tribesmen can only assume that the lullaby is a taunt of the poorest taste.
When Ug finishes there is a moment of silence. Bjornegar's eyes seem to be popping from his head, and a vein in his temple looks close to bursting. Tansia's lips tighten, and then she announces, "No more will the Tribe of the Elk deal with the people of Ten Towns. No more will we bring meat and furs to your starving villages. No more will we protect your pathetic weakness from the other tribes of the Dale. No more will we tolerate your hunting of our herds."
She gestures to her two companions and the three begin walking away, Bjornegar grudgingly. Tansia calls out over her shoulder, "And if you interfere in our hunt of the orcs, I will let Bjornegar kill you."
"...and I'm a half-elf..." he grumbles, then she speaks again.
"My dear lady, now wait just—" He cuts off at her icy glare which chills him even more than the freezing winds. He stumbles backwards, speechless and in shock.
"WAIT!!!! UG HAS FREE BEER!!!!!!"
Rolls
Charisma - (1d20+1)
(20) + 1 = 21
He looks off into the frozen tundra. "I have walked this land for many years, and have seen truces and wars come and go. Chieftain's Daughter is a proud one, but she has been given a difficult task. These orcs we hunt raided our tribe while the warriors were away, and butchered her mother. They took from her body a family heirloom, a symbol of the tribe. It is a sash that glitters and glows. She has been sent to retrieve it. Find it and return it to Chieftain's Daughter, and perhaps she will forgive this slight."
He offers a smile and turns to go. "I would not let her catch sight of you before then," he offers as one last piece of advice.
"If only her ale could fill every mug!
All hail! all hail! To the mother of Ug!"
Rolls
Perception - (1d20+4)
(12) + 4 = 16
Rolls
Scavenging (perception) - (1d20)
(8) = 8
Maverick picks through the wreckage of the caravan, but finds little to salvage. In fact, it appears that most of the boxes and crates that would have filled the wagon are missing. Perhaps the supplies are intact, wherever they are.