>>5580811>>5580877>>5580934>>5580990>>5581125>>5581162>>5581228>>5581282>>5581622>what's the real number?>Chase after that giant by way of the roofs.Your real weight is of no concern to you nor anyone else, but you are at a duly reasonable weight for a woman of your stature and age. Your extra heaping of tochitura de pui from last night is not showing at all on you, nope.
You decide to take your chances on the rooftops–you’d get torn apart if you tried going streetwise and made into mush if you got the giant looking your way. You’ve a good route of the row from your position: the homes are built tight, near on top of one another, and about even in height all across.
You would find this trivial.. were you not on the late side of thirty-five, with a near constant crick in your back, and a bit more wide about the hips than you should be. You glance back to the door back down to the building–shouting, slamming from the other end–and turn back to the edge.
You take a deep breath, shut your eyes, and leap off onto the next.
You land foot first, then heel (which, to your shock, does not snap), and then staff–each point makes for a supportive strut from which you can steady yourself upright. You very slowly open your eyes to see you are not, in fact, in hell, but on another roof. You release a deep sigh of relief: just need to do that another twenty times.
You manage yourself into a nice rhythm about in time, eyes shut over each step over the roof for just a whistle of air in your ears and the pound of ground beneath you. The giant continues to lumber after your dog, a good landmark by which to track your progress by.. and you seem to even be somehow catching up!
Your pride in your below average athletic ability comes to a quick halt as the giant begins to laugh, a low, ugly bellow that bores through eardrums and into your head. “AHAHA..! I GOT YOU NOW, DOGGY.” The giant snorts, the boast in his voice loud and clear enough for all across the quarter to hear.
You peer over the edge of the building you’re on. MORNE has been cut short in his dash down the road as a throng of axe, scythe, and torch bearing cultists have begun marching down the promenade opposite him. The giant on one end and the horde across him, he comes to a halt and his head flicks between the two paths.
>[Dice Roll] Try to leap onto the giant from here. You don’t have a very advantageous position, but with luck, you could get onto him and get Morne out of this.>Shout for the giant’s attention. Lead him opposite from Morne.>Leave Morne to it and try to get a more sure position on the giant’s body.>Try to aid him using your cool BLACK MAGIC–but you doubt you’ll be able to keep up with the giant’s pace if you do start casting.>Write-In. 