Of course it works! You're the mother fuckin' Dark Lord!

The gnoll falls to one knee and coughs hard several times. Another, smaller gnoll rushes to its side but is waved away. When the old gnoll stands back up, its eyes glow an ever so slight shade of purple.

"Gnolls recognize the wisdom of your words. We follow your banner. You make heroes our slaves," it says.

"Very well. And what should I call you?" you ask.

"Jar-Jar," he replies, simply.

"Jar-Jar, I'm searching for a guild hideout. This is your land. Do you know of what I speak?" you ask.

Before he even speaks, Jar-Jar's eyes tell you that the beast creature knows something.

"To the south is a cave. Guarded by rock-people. Attacked it many times. Now we avoid," it- or rather 'he' you've finally decided on -says.

"That must be it. Ready your gnolls. We're laying seige to it tonight," you say.

Then you turn to the captured hero. If this battle has tought you anything, it's the folly of going in half cocked and underprepared.

"Looks like you've received a stay of execution," you say.

You bend down and scoop up his lost helm. The face shield has exaggerated large eyes and a triangular grate which stretches down from the tip of the nose to the corners of the mouth. Looking at it is like looking into the cold, calculating eyes of a murderer. You peek at it's stats:

Item: +2 Enchanted Helm of Char

Item type: Armor - Head

Rarity: Rare

Bonuses: +10 AC, +8 Damage,

Special Abilities: True seeing - Sense traps and concealments, Sense motive - You can sense lies and deception

It'll provide some much needed protection and might just give you a slight edge in melee. You throw back your hood and dawn the helm. As for the rest of his gear, you let him keep it for now.

"Master, you have an army now," Abby says.

"Indeed," you say and are startled by the sound of your own voice. It's deeper, and even to you, more than a little menacing.

"Gather gnolls. We march to war!" Jar-Jar shouts.

Men and gnoll alike cheer.