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Rolled 11, 7 + 2 = 20 (2d20 + 2)
You emerge from the hallway into a large garden courtyard, complete with shimmering reflection pool. The air hums with insects – they are strangely in tune with one another, and the women’s high notes seems to be in harmony with the buzzing. You search the crowd of white-robed women before you, and spot your wife immediately. There’s no mistaking her – she stands amid the pool, robed in scarlet, surrounded by a loose circle of white-robed priestesses. Her hair is blonde, thick, and currently bound tightly into an elaborate net - grapevines, ivy, and bindweed interlaced into her hair. She wields a thyrus - a staff topped with a pine-cone, and waves it broadly in wide circles above her head – you see burning incense atop the wand. As soon as you appear, the women break off their harmony, which dissolves into feminine giggles.
Euanippe turns – and all is forgiven. Your anger is a distant memory, as she smiles at you. Your wife is a beam of sunlight – a nymph that chooses to bless you with her presence. A small part of your mind insists that you have come here to punish her, but you don't -
“Husband! Join me in the waters!”
Her tones are crystal – her voice is a choir. Funny, you have never noticed her voice’s perfection in the past – but how could you have missed it? Your legs are wet – you look down and are surprised to see that you are now within the pool before your wife, and she is speaking:
<span class="mu-b">“- that you have come so quickly, Hippomedon! A fine omen and with luck, a productive one,”</span> she adds with a wry tone. The women chatter amusedly as she speaks – she is clearly making a joke for their benefit. You find it strangely difficult to follow her words – she is speaking, but you find yourself watching the curve of her mouth – the rising and falling of her dress – the twinkling of sunlight in her emerald eyes.
<span class="mu-b">”Are you listening to me, Hippomedon?”</span> Euanippe inquires sweetly. You nod in response – of course, you are listening! <span class="mu-b">”We seek the blessing of Dionysus Μυστης, do we not?</span> Again, you nod, your swollen tongue sticking to your palate. Euanippe is stepping backwards; you are surrounded by her giggling handmaidens, who reach out to touch your chest and shoulders.
<span class="mu-b">Then you must catch me, Hippomedon and earn it!”</span>, Euanippe cries suddenly, whirling and sprinting of the water. You’re so surprised to see her leap deerlike out of the water, that you stand frozen for a moment – and the women begin chanting in your ears.
<span class="mu-i">“RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN!”</span>
they are blocking your path – you firmly brush them aside, but your feet are heavy and slow – when you reach the hall again, you hear only the distant echoes of your wife’s sandals against the stone. She’s getting away!
>Okay, /qst/ - give me THREE rolls of dice+1d20+4. Your AGI bonus is +6 typically, but you’re inebriated and your wife is bretty quick herself. Good luck!
