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This DnD game is set in the woods and everyone is a part of a barbarian camp. Now you dont HAVE to be a barbarian thats just what everyone calls you. Just because your in a camp doesn't mean you like each other just keep that in mind

As everyone is sitting by the fire place the elder calls everyone and their families around the fire pit as the elder says "alright, this day is the day where the brave warriors of our tribe go out for the hunt, and also a sort of rescue mission. It is said that a white dragonkin cleric is stuck in a nearby cave, nobody can seem to find her though so you all will need to have your eyes out IF you wish to find the cleric" the elder says and as he finishes that sentence a wagon with a army soldier in it approach your camp. (This will be done in fifth edition D&D)

Athar began to boast, "clerics? You mean the people you kiss up to the gods of civilization? Barbarian's don't need gods, just nature, freedom, and a good weapon to swing!" He chugged a drink, "oh yeah and some ale!" Atharhun looked at the Orcs, Humans, and Dragonborn around him. "Screw the Cleric, let's raid another village!" He raised his sword and hoped his brothers in arms would cheer. Atharhun never liked or respected the elders of the tribe, the leader of his tribe Stormjaw the Blue decided to join these orc's and humans along with their elders for mutual benefits but Athar believed it to be worthless, "let the strongest rule not the oldest!"

"Now calm down now Atharhun" the elder says "this cleric could be valuable to the upcoming hunt" the elder says "which I will talk to you about after our guest leaves" as the person in the cart gets out "so you said you need some ale?" The cart messenger says as he looks through his cart as he brings 5 whole kegs for the whole entire camp

Athar take one keg to himself and begins to drink from it, "fine let's hear what your guests have to say." If the civilization hadn't captured and arrested Stormjaw there was no way Athar would be listening to these elders, but for now he would bide his time. The cleric was of no concern to him, only taking control of the herd!

"I am a wandering salesman who, I am here to give you all some wheat" he says as he gives every man a bag of wheat, as he goes to you he seems to give you your bag rather quickly

As many wandering salesmen should know, do not stumble into a barbarian camp... Athar attacks as he yells, "he lies!!!"

The salesman barely dodges the attack as he runs away completely, sprinting away, leaving his cart behind

Atharhun is a seasoned barbarian and this guy is a salesman who rides in a cart all day, Athar catches the man completely, "Why did you try to poison us human!" Swinging his bastard sword again as he got close Athar aimed for the man's spine to criple him!

You hit him good, as he says "I wont ever tell" he smirks roll a constitution check

As the man stumbles to the ground I grit my teeth and swing down, "then you will die!"

He is extremely bloody now, you feel weak and sluggish, you now roll disadvantage with all attack rolls as that ale you drank was contaminated with something

(If he is on the ground then I should also get advantage, so dont the two cancel out?)

Putting his sword back on his back Atharhun pulls out his fifty feet of rope and begins to bind the broken and bloody man. Atharhun removes all clothing and any gold from the man and drags him back to the camp, "this man poisoned us!" He looked to the elders for what judgement they might bestow, however Athar was right behind the man holding his bound hands behind the man's back. "His spine is fractured but we can always light him on fire until he gives us the antidote... Or we can just force him to drink the ale himself... Or both!"

The 'salesman' laughs "there is no cure, the best you can do is find a cleric and hope for the best" the salesman says as the elder sighs "looks like we do need the cleric after all, ok, Atharhun go and search for this cleric while we keep this scum tied up" (roll a perception check) (and if the person is prone then they do cancel each other out)

Atharhun reaches into the salesmans mouth and pulls out his tongue with his hand. Kneeling down the Barbarian smiles, "I will find your family and your friends and I will make the slaves of the Broadsword Barbarian!" Atharhun laughs as he watches the salesman choke and die on his own blood, as a barbarian he enjoys this. Turning back to the elders he sighed, "You wanted him alive? My fault."

The elder sighs "you fool!" The elder says "he could've had some information we needed!... but whatever, what is done is done, go and find this cleric so she can help all of us"

"You are the fools, letting this man enter our stronghold and poisoning us like that... I'll save us once again if I must." Atharhun took his sword and took the merchants head off, using the man's long hair he tied the head to his hide belt. "May he ward off other pricks," Athar laughed and headed off towards the town of the civilized to find information about their missing cleric, or rather any cleric.

Roll a intelligence check

Atharhun scratches his head, "which way was that town again?"

Atharhun HP:13 AC:13
Bastard Sword 1D10+Str
Str +2
Dex +0
Con +1
Int -1
Wis +1
Cha +2
Skills: Athletics, Stealth!
Gold: 34

You get the feeling that its not a good idea to go to the town covered in blood and a head on your belt

Atharhun stops and takes the time to clean the blood off his scales, and his hide armor, however the severed head stays. And he enters town.