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Rolled 15, 3, 4, 1, 20 + 30 = 73 (5d20 + 30)
You spend the rest of the day preparing yourself for the excursion.
The kludge armor you restring to maintain the fit, then run through mud and dry in a spot of sun to dull the light yellowy wicker color, tie some rags over and around it to mask the angular pattern of the weave; the Dagger you scrub dull with fat and soot, put some resin on and burn it over fire to mask the blue glowy bits; the shoddy axe you grate serviceable against a flat rock. Simple things.
You do all this from just behind the treeline, in sight of Plague Town. When you snooze, it's in a big tree, tall enough to overlook the road leading into the town.
Shitfool was a little off and a little right about there being no movement: no one's travelling in or out of town; no one on the road, and you've been watching the best part of the day. A town of this size (~140-320LM before the Plague) should still have perhaps 20 or so coming and going a day. This one has no out-traffic whatever.
On the other hand, inside the town it looks busy. You make out Humies pushing wagons and barrows out of the town mains and dumping it in wide, regular heaps past the skirts. There's a lot of it.
When you've snoozed enough you practice the new Carrionpede killy killy (Serral Ring Mandibular and Sickle Splay Incisor) that Spitpool taught you, and some skritty skritty (Eight Devouring Transformations) to limber up.
You keep it up till Sun-drop Moon-up (~6pm), when you start doing the Ceremony.
Gui Li takes more than an hour to show, and she feeds you the Oath Dishes she half shoves them in your mouth. Dat bich.
You return the favor with variations of "fugg you too, trash bich. I still win. I win for ebah. Fugg you and your slagg ploppa," when it's your turn to feed her.
Then you do the 99 steps, blah blah, set the Altar down, the candles are gone out, you restock the Oath Dishes, relight the Groom candle, and chant the Nuptual Greeting again. And again.
You want to rest and grub up you before you go about your Sleeppoop's business, and Gui Li wants her Six Times per Thirty Six Times; no way you can do all that without cutting corners. Fugg Sincerity, YOU want efficiency. You don't care what Gui Li wants, because fugg dat bich.
In fact, you grab your studd and gools in front of the Altar after the last Ceremony and show her what's what.
>see dis? eh? see it?
>SUGG. IT.
>SUGG. ME.
>FUGG. YOU.
The air around the Altar slows, gets a little darker, but you give your buggs and stuggs one last tug facing the Altar, and rearend a solid <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">BRAAAAP</span></span></span> right into the Home to really drive your point in. You wait a minute. Nuffin. Yehh, dats wat you thoughts: bich ain't do SHIT.
***
"Bootiful Sweetfoods, m goin na town now."
He flings you the Pouch carelessly, as before, but this time you catch it on two hooked fingers, without raising your face from the floor; the Fishing Sickle. He does not deign to acknowledge it.
>bugghole.
>Shitfool.
>QMroll5d20+30 for nightscouting
