<strong>Adventurer Info</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/wxtpNtWG/E6573864-230-D-4289-92-CB-771749046-C9-A.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Poppindale Mintwell<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Human/Cleric<br/><br/>Poppy was immediately of the mind that she had made a horrible mistake. These were not the cute and playful goblins of her idle imagination. With jagged yellow teeth, questionable warts and the sort of stink that only weeks away from water could conjure, she had come to the conclusion she wanted absolutely nothing to do with them! She whispered a prayer on the palm of her hand and threw it at them like a kiss. (Sacred Flame 24 to Hit/ 6 Damage)<br/><br/>The heavens parted and a bolt of fire rained down towards the goblin with the bow. Poppy stuck out her chest defiantly, trying to look scary as she yelled in goblin, “<strong>I have powerful magic! I will make your huts and your faces go… boom-boom if you anger me! I forgive bad… talking? if you offer… tribute?[/] <br/><br/>Intimidation (Nat 20+1) 21 At 2022-01-17 13:10:01, Brittlby (uid: 870) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158264)<br/><br/>The problem with the goblin language is that it did not have as many words as common. And so negotiations were always a little harder, given that they had thirty words for “butthole licker” or “sheep fucker” and none for “thanks” or “rude”. Regardless, she always preferred parlay to violence… when she was outnumbered. </strong>