You grab the cleric and attempt to kiss him. Well, this turned into a strange little fic pretty fast.
Unfortunately for your master plan, he smacks you aside with his mace, leading to you expelling yourself into open air.(your roll=4)
This is embarrassing.... The adventurer party just stares at you in pure bewilderment.
Sprite?You improvise a bit.
Errr....Thank you for saving me from that goblin! He flippin' ate me. Or, breathed me in.... Whatever you wanna call it.The group continues to stare at you until they notice the drow is still bleeding like someone who lost her leg should bleed. For those unaware of how hard you would bleed, the universal answer is: "What do you think?" With the largest amount of sarcasm imaginable. Nicolas Cage might be involved.
The cleric rushes over and heals her leg enough to stop most of the bleeding.(his roll=13)
It wasn't cut off completely, so it can still be saved. You'd curse under your breath if you had it.
Right, I can get her up on her feet, But I'm going to need someone here who has some life energy to spare.You can't be serious... You're a warlock!?I'm an orc. I only became a cleric because i got defeated by one. What? Did you think I just decided to go against all orc customs on a whim? Now, Borri? Come on. You're the only one not hurt.The halfling rushes over, very eager to try and save her.
On a side-note, you did not gain evil from the dead goblins as they consider it an honor to die for their war-lord. They are quite similar to dwarves in that regard. Of course, Tell a dwarf that and he'd punch you in the unmentionables for lack of a reachable face.
Wish to do something?
On a side-note, warlock magic tends to be on the evil spectrum, but their effectiveness is good enough that some good-aligned people use it as well.
It's generally frowned upon, though.
On an extra side-note, the goblin war-chief is still alive at two hp or so. As you broke his mind, He won't be doing much of anything. The damage done to him does not help either.
stats
Name: "Sprite"
*Incomprehensible words of pure rage, said in a language only the ancient know of.*
HP: 5/5
Fatigue:20/20
Host: Nothing.
Status:In cloud form.
Ways of doing damage: Making people breathe you.
My ways of doing damage are woefully inadequate. I hope to gain more evil soon...
spells
Summon gentle-species attire.(illusion)
I don't remember this... Is it a jest from The Creator?