>>5523944>>5523945>>5523947>Rolled 14 (1d20)You manage–by virtue of either of your magical education or your extraordinary willpower–to resist the blunt coils of the spell. You grit your teeth and grind your heels in despite the mortal fear that pools up about your boots. Your master fares even better, her face cool, her hands steady. But you can’t say the same of the wild woman nor the pickpocket.
The mossperson has fallen to her knees and sunken her head into her chest, both hands over her ears as if to block out a horrible racket. The gnome keeps to her feet, her legs quaking like jelly such that you doubt she’ll be standing for long. The wizard glides like a ghost to the thief, steps imperceptible.
Your would-be assassin stands over the fear-stricken gnome, a hand out to grab at her. Your master stands over the mossfolk in an attempt to sling a massive arm over her shoulder. “Snuff!” Sigrid snaps. “Help me out with the big one! We’re getting out of here.”
You find yourself reaching for your wand, but you find your hands shaking and teeth clattering so hard you doubt you’d be able to cast very well.
>What do you do? 