[2.05] Isle of the Lizard King
"Wrong." Elena's voice was deadly calm as she responded to the lizard guard's evasive answers. "You're wrong on all accounts. Right now, I want to talk to you. Because that "meat" you're talking about sounds an awful lot like a human child. Meaning that it isn't nothing, and right now you are in actual danger." Elena enunciated these last words slowly through gritted teeth, making eye contact with each of the guards as she did.
Doing her best to keep her rising anger in check, Elena made a formal gesture towards Borric. "Before you stands Borric d'Tor and his entourage, ruler and protectors of the human settlers within these lands. We've come here on a mission of diplomacy. The kobolds of the Sootscale clan greeted us as friends, and we've given them protection and trade, and otherwise left them to their own devices. The Stag Lord and the Dark Pipers and the Mites of the Old Sycamore tried to threaten us, and were all destroyed."
As Elena let her words sink in, she moved her face into a slightly forced smile. "I'm not trying to say all that as a threat. I just want to make sure you all understand the stakes. Because the five of us are battle hardened warriors with a trail of defeated foes behind us, an army of hundreds at our command, and absolutely NO FUCKING SENSE OF PERSPECTIVE when it comes to our people being harmed! So, it would probably be a good idea for one of you to go get whoever is making those screams and show us he's still okay, so we can hold a reasonable parley with your leader without our...warm-blooded instincts to protect the young making us do anything drastic or distressing."
00:08, Today: Elena Sazikova rolled 16 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 5. diplomacy?