Rascaliron looked at the blood diffusing into the soup.
Wheeee!! cherry poppins me Lady, ye just turned me upside below wit' that move...oh i be so lovin' 'tis company, ye have a heart me lady ye hear me? ye have a heart...not to mention a fine lovely booty to be off along wit' it!!
Rascaliron stared at Sasha's butt before slurping up the contents of the soup. He gave a loud burp at the table before proceeding to the rum counter.
A fine life i shout! A fine life! cap'n be a most kind scurvy dog to gift us free drinks! I have to begged fer it when I was back in Ilizmagorti! I be lovin' him already! May Besmara bless his soul. HeeHaww!! HeeHaww!!
Rascaliron took a mug of rum and drank deeply with rum spilling down the side of his mouth and beard staining his already very stained shirt. Not that it matters anyway.
Fortitude Save DC15: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Charisma Bonus: 1d4 ⇒ 3
As he drops the mug on the floor a visible change came upon him.
Woooooohhh.....this rum is sensually exquisite... said Rascaliron as he wiped his mouth and winked at Joseph Blackhand.
His eyes fell on Rosie Cusswell and he smiled and run his fingers through his shaggy hair trying to style it properly before walking over to her.
Say what's a fine lady like you doing in a runt like this? You have such beautiful eyes and even though you may not have the height, you definitely have the assets gal...it's such a pleasure sitting beside you. You may call me Fondle baby....and you can see I am a man with powers...some find this very attractive.. Rascaliron smiled as he stretched out his hands and an apple flew into his hands.
Cast Mage Hand
He ended off by saying Because I am a man with powers...I here'by judge that you’re guilty of being a hot wench…I sentence you to walking my plank...so what do you say? Rascaliron winked.
Diplomacy Roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
