Pixie on the town (Moore)

[Anastasia]

You open the door. All about you find bodies - bodies of githzerai. Some are skeletons and others are intact. A few are being eaten by tall blue slaad. They're covered in shadows, and as they see the two of you, one offers out a gith's arm. "Hungry?" It asks in Common. "Arm for arm?"

[Nephrite]

Moore shakes his head slowly. "No. We're not interested in that. Did you... kill all of them?" Moore asks, knowing the answer already, but wanting to hear it. "If so, why?"

[Anastasia]

Behind you Moonlight braces, as blue slaad amble on out. Over two dozen, no three dozen. At least 40. It smacks its lips. "Hungry."

[Nephrite]

Moore frowns at that. He glances towards Moonlight. "Odds don't really look to be in our favor on this one. What do you think?" He asks, voice rather wary.

[Anastasia]

"We don't have a choice, we have to do something. There might be survivors," Moonlight readies her mace.

[Nephrite]

"Well then, let's see if this works." Moore says as he takes on a much more serious tone as he looks at the blue slaad.

"You and your friends will leave. Now." Moore and all his images command.

He's going to try an Intimidate and use his anarch powers to do something threatening, like... I don't know, thunder... no. A booming voice from Mechanus to reinforce his message.

[Anastasia]

Anarch check first of all.

[Nephrite]

[13:37] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5
[13:37] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=7 ]{12}

[Anastasia]

No love on that, so just make a straight Intimidate check.

[Nephrite]

[13:45] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+12+11+15 Intimidate
[13:45] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+12+11+15 Intimidate --> [ 1d20=17 ]{55}

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d10+20+12 slaad pack (the odd roll is due to chaotic feats in play)
<Rei-chan> Kowork rolled : 1d10+20+12 slaad pack (the odd roll is due to chaotic feats in play) --> [ 1d10=5 ]{37}

One slaad stares and then clutches its chest. "Oh, I am slain!" It declares, before falling face down. It's still breathing, though.  Another continues eating a leg, "Terrified," It says dryly, in perfect Draconic. "Food's important that fear. Especially crispy food."

However, the majority recoil, some even stopping their meal and falling back.

[Nephrite]

"I think they don't understand the circumstances they're in, Moonlight." Moore and his images say to her. "Any of you who don't want to die today should leave." Moore says.

He'd like to cast Improvisation, but considering things I'm not sure if he will have the time to do so.

[Anastasia]

Most of the slaad quickly run past you and flee, leaving only three. One's still eating, disinterested. Another is watching you with beady eyes, "Two and three, two and three, tow and three," he constantly mutters, two more and more often becoming tow. The last rises and claps, "Bravo, good sir. Dinner AND entertainment. A classical production so rare as to be avant garde. I award you full honors and stars, my friends!"

[Nephrite]

"So, which one of you feels like explaining why you're even here?" Moore asks. "Or maybe we should just skip past to the part where you're not here anymore because you're dead, just like everyone else you apparently killed."

[Anastasia]

Make another Intimidate check.