Finally my illusionist gnome or halfling acrobat thief characters can be even more annoying in combat, or during a banquet.
“The barbed bolt on my finger crossbow has a thin strand of giant spider silk attached to it. I fire it at the largest olive across the table.”
Roll …
“Pardon me Dutchess, could you pass me the olive I was aiming for, or perhaps just pass the whole crudités plate. I am sure that the bleeding will stop soon and that there won’t be the slightest blemish by morning.”
Roll …
“Thank you; you are quite kind. And what a lovely shade of green your blood is. So rarely seen in polite society these days.”
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