"Wel...umm...that's. Well we should stop them."

With that Doen will shout out to the Bullywugs, "Hey you Wullyrugs! Cut that out! That's gross and no one is going to want to drink that! So stop peeing in it and selling your pee as a drink!"

Seeing that a fight is about to begin, t'Nee leaps into action (literally). 

((initiative: 19))

t'Nee lands behind the peeing bullywug and tries to stab him with his poisoned spear (( attack roll was a 9, if that hits it takes 8 damage and must make a DC12 CON save or take an additional 5.)), before reaching out with his tiny fragile frog hand and trying to push the bullywug into the vat. (( athletics roll of 5, opposed by bullywug's athletics or acrobatics check. if somehow this involves me being in skin contact with it, it must make a DC12 CON save or be Poisoned for 1 minute))

Hano has mostly been quiet, observing the discoveries the group makes. However, as the group enters the vat room, the sight and smell almost makes her gag.
"Oh, eww! You don't pee in vats, you pee in sand pits! Like the Cat Lord intended!"
Her stinging shoulder wound makes her reluctant for another fight, but she draws out a dagger and, closing one eye, sends it spinning at the centre bullywug grabbing a spear.
"Listen, just leave! Tell your friends to leave, too! We're only here for cream soda!"

[[13 on attack roll, 4 piercing damage if hit, rolled on Discord]]
 

Last edited by Magentamist (2/27/2018 11:10 pm)

Despite the savagery that t'Nee makes his attack with, the bullywug avoids the spear and manages to keep its footing as he tries to push it into the vat.
Hano's dagger lands true between bullywug shoulder blades. It croaks... not, "dies," just emits a croaking sound.
Doen's savage primalness is fierce, but the bullywugs seem surprisingly ready on the defense considering there was no reason to expect an attack. (Unless they heard the fight with the orcs in the other room, in which case, they're terrible and possibly lazy allies).

(Doraad)

Simon had carefully made his way over to Doen (hey, there were puddles of "soda" on the floor!), pulling out his newspaper. "Here, let me help you-" Stepping over a particularly large pool of the disgusting liquid turned his swing into an awkward flailing motion. "-never mind."

(Attack roll was 9. Not rolling damage for similar reasons.)