"Friends just means people who are going to stab me less."
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"This is a bad idea. Even if we don't all die, who keeps the ship running? Where do we go?"
"No? I thought you used lightning magics. Or something. I don't know magics."
"If he's dead, leave him here. No time to drag bodies around."
Mopsank slowly and carefully does whatever nondescript thing is necessary to manipulate some mechanism or something.
Mopsank glares at his inquisitive new friend. "Stop talking! Something is gonna hear us." Then he takes a closer look at the trap Skrelznit mentioned, to determine if there is a convenient way for him to disable it.
Mopsank stays near Pew-Pew, because he doesn't trust him. He doesn't trust anyone, really. But at least being near the back is safer.
Mopsank quietly snarls at the upstart newcomer thinking he's entitled to one of those beautiful knives... but he knows better than to make a fuss. He grabs the other daggers, including the shiny silver one, and stows his old pair for now.
Mopsank immediately regrets this. Just, literally everything.
Mopsank isn't exactly eager to fight dead things, but he's already committed, so he pretty much has to, at this point.
Mopsank continues to swim towards Quinn.
Mopsank is anything but eager to fight these monstrous foes. Luckily for him, he has an out. He dives underwater and makes a beeline for Quinn. Someone has to do it, after all.
That is the harshest judgment I have ever seen a player pass on a party member.
Mopsank looks in the bag and furrows his brow in frustration. "I was hoping for treasures..." He tosses the bag over to someone else.
Mopsank doesn't bother with whatever's down there. Instead, he just tries to snatch the bag and get away.
Is "Pew-Pew" attempting to speak common among kobolds? I'm trying to figure out why a 9 int (slightly below average) character is speaking with the vocabulary of someone who's only just learned what talking is.
"Dragonspeaker... that sounds like a lofty title. Perhaps we do trust you. For now, at least."
With a glint in his eye, Mopsank dives down to try and get what might be a hidden treasure.
Mopsank squints, looking for hints of color in the pale of the dark. "Your scales is dark, like mine, but not. Like charred meat."
"How do we trust them? Could be tricksy magic pretending to be kobolds."
I'm actually inclined to agree. That will be helpful for everyone.
"Yes, Mopsank will trust Sassarra's judgement."
Mopsank tries to hide just how perturbed he is by Skrelznit's explanation. He doesn't say anything, but it's obvious.
Mopsank waits for at least one person to jump in without getting hurt, then jumps in after when he's sure it's safe.
Hi! Sorry for disappearing for a few days, I was sick in bed. I'm back now, though, and it looks like it's time to level up! Personally, my vote for teamwork feat is Outflank, but that's just because it makes my job so much easier.
"Yes, I like 'die'. Let's make it that one!" Mopsank, ever the opportunist, seems much more cocky when it's him with the upper hand.
And what an upper hand it is.
Mopsank is visibly perturbed by Skrelznit's description. "M-maybe we stay away from them..?"
"Ladies? Were they all ladies? How do you tell?"
Mopsank immediately begins searching for loot.
Mopsank takes advantage of his concealed position to get the perfect hit on the nearest monster.
Unfortunately, he loses his footing, and both daggers fall short, and the only thing he accomplishes is giving himself away.
Mopsank grabs one of his knives and times the rope-cutting with Skrelznit.
"Yes, good, ambush. Finally, a good plan!"
"Yes... all the pieces is from people. Mopsank would know. We should be sneaky."
"Ehehe... I know you can do it! Mopsank believes in you!" Mopsank continues to do nothing helpful. Damn it, Mopsank.
Mopsank decides to get back to sturdy land and wait to see what happens.
Mopsank just grumbles, annoyed, at the inconvenient footing. This has to be the worst swamp he's ever been in.
Mopsank, true to his word, seems to blend right into the water. It seems the black-scale is an absolute natural at this, just like his draconic patrons.
"Mopsank can get across sneaky. Nobody sees me in the waters."
"Maybe Mopsank get him in his sleep. Why bother with the girl, though? Already lost, waste of time."
Mopsank continues to cover the wheel. The others seem to have the sailors handled.
Do you have any other suggestions?
I've mostly updated to level 2, but I haven't decided on a rogue talent yet. I wonder if it would be worth it to invest in trapmaking talents...
Mopsank spies an excellent opportunity to minimize the risk of physical harm, and decides to stay where he is to make sure the enemy doesn't take the wheel.
Mopsank immediately votes to wait, retaining the element of surprise. When given a choice of weapon, he greedily eyes the magic dagger, but if not for that, he'll keep his existing weapons.
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