You saw the kobold walking away and you panicked.
What was in his hands? a grimoire? the cause of this?
"COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT! I'LL END YOU!" You screamed at the top of your lungs.
You ran after the scaled fugitive, with his accomplice grabbed by the neck.
You wouldn't make it in time, it was too far.
You considered using a spell, but in a flash of genius you had an idea.
First you lifted your prisoner above your head.
And with all your strength, ignoring the pain of your burns, you threw it.
Once he saw you screaming through the air, you regretted it a bit.
And if he ran away? maybe you would kill them.
[Roll= 20 +7(strength)- 1(lingering injury: Light burn) ; DC= 6 + 6 (instinct, reaction); Result= Crit success]
[Crit: Double damage. 2 damage to each kobold]
The fugitive turned his head in time to scream but not to move away.
They collided and you could hear a crack from where you were.
They both slid on the ground for a while and stopped.
They tried to move but could only crawl.
It didn't take long for you to reach them.
You tied them together with some string and picked up the book.
it was titled "Psalms of the vagabond"
You opened it to look at it.
It was poetry, you turned the pages quickly and only found that.
<Psalms of the vagabond: You can spend 30 min reading this book, if you do, you can auto crit any one roll of your choice
BUT you roll 1d20 + insight, DC 12, if successful you lose 1 points from Insight permanently, failure will make the user go insane.
NPC's that use this book and succeed will additionally suffer manic episodes for 1d4 days.>
You turned to your two prisoners as the chaos around you continued.
They were staring at you like a child who knows he is going to be punished.
"What the hell did you just do? Why?" It was the only thing that came to your mind.
They looked at each other, searching for a truth that would save them.
"We... add poems to our music..."
"But WHY?!" you asked in disbelief
They, bound hand and foot, pointed to the kobolds who were pillaging your camp.
They were collecting everything they saw of value.
Among the crowd of lizards you saw a couple of elves and Emilia.
"Everyone wants money, so we increase the need. They work better looking for herbs."
"Don't joke around, that's...stupid."
"It took us a while to perfect it, now they forget about the past when the effect wears off." the orange said somewhat proudly.
"Shut up, how do I stop it?"
"I don't know." one of the prisoners said before the other head butted him to shut him up.
What do you do
>Interrogate the kobolds(what questions? how?)>Try to minimize the damage of what is happening (how?)>Look for someone specific in the chaos>Go get Rakta and Flora, maybe they can help you with another plan.>Write in>>5391701Fist piece of fanart of this quest!
I can see the dopamine overdose coming.
