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It doesn’t hit you until <span class="mu-i">after</span> you gather the length of rope from your eerily-voluminous pockets and huck it towards the voice–every cry for help has the same wavering intonation… the same scratchy timbre!
“That’s the way, Rook!” Nods Volka as she moves to assist you in reeling in your quarry! “Hold tight, okay!?”
Feeling the rope go taut, you suddenly realize what the rescuee’s voice reminds you of:
Those videos on <span class="mu-b">MeTube</span> of people’s ‘talking’ dogs…
Sensing something awry, all the girls can do is watch in shock as you become airborne–your shoulder nearly leaping out of its socket as something boasting the strength of a gorilla yanks you over! Hurtling through the air like an arrow, you manage to get a glimpse of four glowing slivers through the gloom… along with the beating of powerful wings as the eerie angler moves to carry you off into the sky!
>Roll me 1d100+4 (+0 Lol no footwork in the air, ya dummy, +3 Limbo, +3 Sneaky Leather Armor, +3 Friends Nearby, -5 This thing’s STRONG!) to cancel your flight! Best of 3!
