Rolled 77 (1d100)
>>5838750“Wh-what?” blanched one, a middle-aged woman named Idelle. “You want me to be infected with MORE of the pox?”
“A magically-altered strain,” you assured her. “Like an… An anti-virus.”
“And it might make me into a scary lizard?” whimpered a young girl, Fantine.
“Not a lizard,” you assured her. “Just… A bit scalier, maybe But healthy, and strong!”
(…If all went well)
“What’s even the point, if I’ll look like this forever?” asked a young woman, Cosetta, staring at her scale-glad hands and arms scratched and scrubbed red and raw, yet still blistering with greenish, crocodilian growth. “I’ll never… I’ll be alone forever.”
“The unevenness and, ah, pustules… They should subside,” you tried to comfort her. “You’ll be, well… Smooth, at least.”
“Like a salamander,” she lamented, and you didn’t think it an appropriate time to correct her mistaken taxonomy.
“I’ll do it.”
>19It was the oldest woman of the trial, named Tatyana, who stepped forward first.
“If I die an old woman or an old lizard, I’ll still die,” she said mirthlessly. “At least I can maybe make sure that my son and his family don’t have to fear this plague in the future.”
She looked not unkindly to the girl Fantine.
“For all the children of Hawksong, and the human race, we must do who can do this thing MUST do this thing.”
Ne more one, the other women—shamed and chastened by this selflessness, stepped forward as well, heads bowed. Even little Fantine wiped her nose and stopped her chin from quivering, and strode up with the rest. Your heart broke for them… But this was the path you had chosen, and you were committed.
Honouring her spirit, you began with Tatyana, and moved down the list, one by one…
Graduated DC modified by earlier successes, down from 50/75/100 to 20/45/70 