D&D - I made two people cry.
This is an amalgamations of various chat logs used to create an experience for my players. So, Hajar the SwordSage and Mor'ahg the Dragon Shaman, are rushed into a clunky combat not knowing who the other was. Their introduction is rolling for initiative. They yell at one another and kinda figure they are on the same side. Mor'ahg travels with his father, trading glassware. Shadow bandits assaulted their cart, using Hajar as bait, and every bandit they struck down, their lieutenant resurrected, filled with black smoke. Mor'ahg's father got in a contested breath grapple, screaming his dragons fire into the column of dark smoke that one of the smoking dead yelled back at him. you break his leg and he goes down, but keeps screaming a column of liquid death towards your father. your father is in a breath grapple //d20+5 latoeb rolled 1d20; result: 13 +5 Sum: 18 //d20+4 latoeb rolled 1d20; result: 20 +4 Sum: 24 Your father's chest heaves, maintinin
