Rolled 5, 14, 7, 19, 17, 8, 19, 13, 5 = 107 (9d20)
>>5381754>>5381757>>5381845>>5381855>>5381898You instruct most of your forces to hold back, while you advance primarily with your kobolds and Drow—the lone member of the Master Race among them. With any lcuk, should worse come to worst, you will (as in the past) be msiatken for some over-large kobold by the ignorance mole-apes.
You are forced to approach from below, granting your foes the high-ground and ample time to fire upon you… Before, before you, you push your captives—dwarf-shapes shields, struggling fruitlessly against their bonds.
“Dwarvesss of the Blackmantle Corporation!” you bellow out. “Your leadersss are dead, your diplomat and chiefmossst alchemistss are captured! Come out to parley! Bring your gold, and you may yet sssave their miserable livesss!”
The captive Delegate nods frantically, while the Geologist's Daughter shakes her head so furiously that the 'beard-bead' tying her braided pigtails together beneath her chin starts to slip loose; her father, the Geologist, continues to observe as if detached even comatose.
[5d20 for diplomacy/intimidation to see if you lure anyone out, 3d20 for your forces' ranged attack, 1d20 for the enemy's response.]
