There is this thing called morale,
very important for a hero of ideal.
Especially when fresh and new,
part of an idealistic crew.
With growing experience,
and increasing confidence.
Situations of betrayal,
and necessary goblin slayal,
the power is growing,
fires of might glowing,
what has been a threat,
later not worth a debate.
Fireball is an answear to much,
and a benchmark as such.
Purifying flames incend,
setting problems to an end.
Hailstorm is a CO2 free solution,
or a horryfing illusion.
What fun a mass panic can be,
the pass to the boss set free.
Behind the scenes,
and by any means.
Here and there,
distruction is in the air.
An explosive alternative to diplomacy,
critic voices name it arnachy.
The right of the powerful,
has this certain evil pull.
For the greater good, justification,
and full destruction a good base for negotiation.
If threats are becoming reality,
for the sake of the players sanity,
Collateral damage is not mentioned at all,
an enthusiastic, fireball, nice call.
Or, a such drastic measures has been unnecessary,
from a druid or a faery.
For the sake of fantasy realm inhabitants,
do not fire out your destruction instants.
Even if only in your mind,
at least a fantastic character is behind.
They can have a further fantastic life,
and it is a nice fantasy deep dive,
Why on the other hand would we play,
and try to prohibit death and decay.
On the other hand, the power,
is like an electric shower,
emerged from an everyday pupil,
to a master of skill.
Do not kill the mood on the table,
keep your sanity stable.
Collateral damage is my favorite,
preferably with a crit.
As long as i am a kenku sorcerer,
a chaotic, motivated, try-to-be-good doer.
In general, please be aware,
and to your party members fair.
In memoriam to a gardener that accidentially has been in a crowd of city guards. Definitly the evil guys in this story ark! No doubts here. Threatening us after breaking into the glass house of a good friend of the prince, to steal an exotic plant in exchange of a part of a treasure map. An epic fail….
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