<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6Uzxfey.png)(https://i.imgur.com/UMJkDhK.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/LEKagIZ.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/D3yP3yn.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/7oSm2nX.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/fu2TiVd.png)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/iOtPPNd.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/0zQCXti.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/kQLBjB4.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/ZG1uh1x.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/ORUp57j.png)<br/></div><br/>"Wah? And who the fuck are you?" the goblin asked when Grella waltzed out of foliage. The elc's threat landed flush with a handful of the group, about half of them turning from Xanavel to face the new arrival, casting wary glances at her wicked blade, which could no doubt cleave an entire drum set in half with a single swing.<br/><br/>Before they could even fully register Grella's presence, Valna decided to show herself in turn, the commotion allowing her to all but stroll up behind the white-skinned tiefling,<strong>"alright, relax"</strong>his smooth, deep voice purred as he put his hands up,<strong>"Well Gleam, looks like we've found ourselves in a proper ambush. bandits I presume?"</strong>he addressed their goblin leader before casting a raised brow over his shoulder at Valna,<strong>"which is kinda funny in a karmic sense"</strong><br/><br/>"Fuck" Gleam cursed under her breath. As Valna continued the the floating fairy flutist perked up, "You know who we are!?" she asked excitedly, though she slumped when she realized she wasn't talking about recognizing their band. As Valna laid it all out on the table Gleam looked confused at first, then incredulous, and then increasingly pissed, perhaps even full on nettled, "Alright alright alright! Everyoneshutthefuckup!" she shouted with a groan, "Ok. First of all, let's just get this out of the way. Fuck you" she said to Valna, holding up a finger, though not the thumb, pointer, ring, nor pinkie. "Second, steal from you? Bitch we didn't even you were here! YOU ambushed US!" she pointed out indignantly, "We were just gonna play this Traveler here a song and be on our way. Yora fuck! This is the last time we ever offer a free show to someone" she whined, pinching the bridge of her nose.<br/><br/>For a moment it seemed like they were going to go along with Valna's offer, however there was just something about Valna's tone, and the overall injustice of the situation (from their perspective) that seemed to really tick the goblin girl off, "You know what? No. Fuck you. You're not gonna just hold us up for no reason and then tell us to fuck off like you're giving us some generous offer. You wanna pick a fight? We'll fucking give you one!" she shouted, "Hey Gleam, I know you're pissed, but let's not do anything crazy. Maybe we should just head ou-""Shut up and toot your flute Drake!" she shouted, taking her six stringed lute in hand and strumming it up. The draconic trumpeter looked conflicted for a moment, but ultimately took up his horn and started to play (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFNOx2PczMo), the other band members following suit, save for the drow bass player and the male tiefling Valna was standing behind. As soon as the music hit the group's ears they would get hit by an abrupt wave of drowsiness, swaying their senses and loosening their muscles. Xanavel would immediately recognize it as the same song they had used to put the merchants down the road to sleep.<br/><hr/><br/>It would seem that bandits don't take any more kindly to being held up as regular folk do, the irony of it all apparently lost on them. It appears that diplomacy has failed gang, and the Brass Bard Band-its have started up a horn filled lullaby to try and put you all to sleep.<br/><br/>Please make a Defy Danger check to try and resist the effects of the song, using whatever ability you can reasonably justify (such as strength to slap yourself awake or wisdom to stay conscious through sheer willpower).<strong>Xanavel</strong>gets a +1 to the roll due to having already witnessed the spell in action. An initial failure will result in a -1 ongoing to all rolls as drowsiness settles in, with further failures drawing you closer and closer to unconsciousness