D&D campaign scenes

Critical Slap

Errich was slumped against the wall, looking up at the huge statue. The emerald eyes that sat in the stone dwarf's' face looked valuable. Really valuable. The halfling smirked and looked up to his human friend. Salazar glanced down and almost instantly looked up to the jewels when Errich gestured with his head.

If there was anything Salazar was weak for, it was getting money and lots of money. Maybe not by dishonourable means, but the party had been running low after he had had to pitch in to bribe the innkeeper it let Thorin back in after last time. Besides, Errich was gonna steal them no matter what, so he might as well be there to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

Salazar sighed and nodded and Errich's' freckled face lit up with a grin, his green eyes twinkling.

The two made the way across the room, awkwardly stepping over the bodies of the drow and bugbears they had killed.

"Gimme a boost, will ya?" Errich said, lifting up his foot. Salazar sighed but helped the halfling up anyway.

Aramil was standing in the middle of the room, staring blankly at the duo until he suddenly snapped into laugh when Errich's' fingers began to reach for the glittering eyes. The elf looked around, panicking, and did the first thing he could think of to stop him. He casted Ray Of Frost.

Ray Of Frost hadn't managed to do anything ever since Aramil had joined the party. It would alwnays turn out to be a wet puddle at his feet, making his new companions slightly concerned about how he handled his bladder in battles. But, now it worked. The wizard threw his hand forwards and almost instantly Errich's' torso was trapped in a rocky block of ice to the statue's' beard, fingers only brushing the dwarf's' cheek.

There was a moment of silence, as everyone tried to comprehend what had just happened and the players roled for damage. Then the rogue started shouting.

"Oh my God, what the fuck was that?! Ow, holy christ! My back is in pain right now! Is it touching my hair, is my hair okay? Holy god!"

Salazar stared up at his halfling friend for a minute before spinning around on his heel and slapping Aramil across the face. In all fairness, the human's' nerves were still a little on edge from a giant fight and the only person he actually admit to being friends with in the whole party was frozen to a statue.

But, it's moments like these when you forget your fragile wizard decided to tank the final boss room. And the players all looked to each other in amused and terrified silence when Salazar rolled a natural twenty to hit, then fourteen damage.

Xar, who was still trying to hold some blood inside his body since the cleric was too busy fussing over his cousin watched the shit go down and then freaked out when Aramil vanished. He stumbled to his feet, reaching out his arms ahead of him, trying to find the elf while knowing he had cast Invisibility on himself.

Errich finally dropped down from the statue, as the ice melted quickly and started shouting that he was going to, 'stab that fucking elf' when Thorin finally heard it from the other room.

He left his unconcious cousin and stormed in, only to see a bleeding out Xar stumbling around like a zombie, Salazar looking stunned and Errich describing gruesome murder with Aramil no where in sight.

"What the fuck is going on here?!"