>>5717120>>5717152>>5717159>>5717173>>5717175>>5717192>>5717210>>5717281>A CHICKEN. Really cool animals!!!You have no more than a second’s time to think. OCTOPUS? You’d rather not–they’re far too slimy and repulsive, and your master has a thing about slimy and repulsive things. BOAR? You don’t want to spam the same move over and over, that would be cheap! CHICKEN..?
Your mind alights with images of cool chickens–yes, a perfect choice of familiar for you. You love chickens! They’re by far your fourth favorite thing in this world.
“Find Familiar.” You keep your tone cool and steady as a white hot bolt of light arcs across the battlefield and straight toward your face. You feel it on the back of your neck, hairs stood on end as the breeze of a fey spirit come to service your needs arrives. The cool, pale mist of a fae light floats before you–and with feathers bursting from the glow, talons snapping like steel, a chicken appears before your face.
And with an ear-piercing cluck and a blinding bolt of white, your fourth favorite thing explodes into a puff of feathers and fairy dust. You wince. You know the fae’s fine, but still. You hate to see chickens explode. At least it smells nice..
“Oh–now, what’s this?” The demon lord pulls the dyadic wand back. “Have you angered your wild god patrons, boy?”
You slowly pull back your arms from the dazzle of fairy light and roast chicken. The battlefield has blown up into a mess of writhing, shrieking tentacles, the tendrils having split the battlefield in twain–you and the knight on one end, the baron and the gnome on the other. You wince as a tentacle slaps the ground just a few meters short of your head, sending dust billowing up all about you.
The demon baron, although the recipient of the spell, doesn’t seem to quite understand how to use it–or perhaps he himself doesn’t understand they “work” for him. A misplay on LESHY’S part for once. You feel this the perfect chance to take advantage of the confusion to deal a killing blow, but with the battlefield split like this..
“Hey. Hey! Snuff.. Look.” The green knight hisses under his breath as he bumps his elbow into you. He motions toward the demon lord.
You see it–just between a mass of black tentacles, over a steel skull pauldron, a glimpse of a knife in the air. It hangs still, unsure of what to do. Maybe the mossfolk’s presence beneath the armor has given Bredbeddle pause.
>Ask if Bredbeddle can stab the demon lord just a little. >Yell at her to go for the arm.>Yell at Bredbeddle to go for a KILLING BLOW. You’ll figure things out after.>Cast a spell. You need to get yourself–or maybe at least the green knight–over these tentacles safely.>Attempt to get through the tentacles without casting a spell--riskier, but faster.>[Write-In.] 