to our bard): The six cultists shove you to the ground,
bow to the massive green dragon, and say, "Oh Great One,
we have brought you this gold and this human sacrifice as
tribute to your greatness. Please accept our offering."
Rest of Party, looking on from a distance: Shit. He' s dead.
He' s so dead. RIP Edward.
The dragon thanks the cultists and asks if you have
any last words.
Bard: I look up at the dragon and say, "l have brought you
this gold and these six cultists as tribute to your
greatness."
Rest of Party: OH SHIT!
who was clearly not expecting that: ............rola
persuasion.
Bard: 17.
The dragon says, "I like you. Duck."
The dragon incinerates the cultists with his poison
breath and leaves you alive, flying off with his treasure.
Bard: Oh my god. I thought I was dead.
Honestly? So did I.
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