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With some grunting effort, sweat and the chill stains of sudden cold between the licks of high heat, Maskmates filter out of the area, into the city proper, into the afternoon hours. The fire brigades will be here soon, and a hundred Slice Rats, to harass and harry, and there are grander, better, far more worthier places to be
Eyes wide with true sight and a prayer on stained lips, Waxworm fails a Focus roll to use a boon (16 vs 5) and for a brief second long slender limbs from the Painspinner dance across the peripheral vision of everyone in the vicinity, leaving after-images of ghost light and a headache like the growth of new teeth coming in.
