>>5579467>>5579614>>5579623>>5579663>>5579851>>5579906>>5580172>>5580224>Ask Morne to carry us onto the giant's shoulder in his big strong wolf arms>Ask Morne to distract him by running down the street. You’ll lead him away from the cultists and scale him while he’s distracted“The rune I have is a BABALON RUNE—works with displays of affection like kissing, hugging, hand holding, and o-.. other stuff.” Your face flushes. “The enthrallment is stronger with more intimate shows, and the victim has to perceive the display as love–so a kiss on the cheek ought to be enough to bend him to my will.”
“The cheek.. which one?” Your wolfish aid begins, but he seems to catch your irritation in the air and cuts himself short. “Bah, fine–..you’ll just have to clamber onto his shoulder somehow.”
“That’s the hitch.” You observe as you take another few steps back along the roof. You cast a glance down–the giant stands a little short of the height of the building, but it’s a long fall nonetheless. “You could maybe.. carry me up there? In your arms?”
“I barely trust myself to scale that lug alone right now.” The hound points at his eyes, or lack thereof. “But there’s not a chance in hell with an extra two-hundred and fifty pounds in my hands.”
Morne continues before you get the chance to protest that (VERY FALSE) estimate. “I’ll run down the street, see if I can’t draw our friend away from the mess down there. It will be good for me, too–I can’t smell a thing through this smoke.” He exasperates as he runs a hand along the edge of the roof. “You follow along after him by rooftop, and when you see a chance, jump onto his shoulder and kiss him.”
“Wha–.. jump? What are you talking about, jump?!” You begin to argue, but he waves you with a claw.
“I’m off. Don’t take too long or you’ll get run through by a cultist. Don’t trip over the roofs or you’ll turn into paste. Good luck, little poufiasse.” The hound waves you off before he rents himself from the rooftop and into the plume of smoke from below. You move to shout down after him, but he’s gone–down the road, a black blur blows by.
“AH. DOG AGAIN..” The giant grumbles from ahead of you before he begins to lumber down the street. “HERE, BOY..!”
You catch a decent glimpse of the breadth of the giant from your perch on the roof-rippling flesh, head lurching beneath a sack and noose, water wheel bouncing along his back by ropes.
>Chase after that giant by way of the roofs.>Wait for one of the cultists to come through onto the roof–get a proper slave to serve as a human bridge.>Shout, and draw the attention of the giant to you. Maybe you can do this another way.>Write-In. 