>>5723987>>5724034>>5724131>>5724136>>5724253>>5724326>>5724471>>5724937>Perhaps this warrants a clothes beam.You decide this situation warrants a change of clothes for the poor woman and shuffle your wild card deck just in time for a clothes beam spell (convenient, that). You feel magic ebb from your wand’s end, a lattice of sinew and thread that envelops her form whole. You need only implore some wild fae spirits to reshape it, as wont they are to help..
You shuffle through the usual suspects–some more natural wild garb (a bit too itchy), a form-fit v-neck frock (her bicep tears through the sleeve), the DUCKWORTH family wear (your master makes you remove it from her–again..), some modest wear for the heat (way too modest), and finally a gnometic cap and some simple cloth wear. This outfit seems breathable, comfortable, and green enough.
“Kind of racist, pineneedle..” Bredbeddle mutters.
“Well, looks like she likes it.” You fold your arms. You’ve always had a penchant for those big, triangular green hats yourself.
In the meantime, you pick up the green knight’s sword his soul has been lain to rest in–CALIBURN–and examine it close. You take a few practice swings in the air. It’s strange.. you can’t quite feel anything magical about the blade just yet, nor do you sense his voice or anything talking to you through the hilt. You frown–maybe you need to readjust him? A poor fit?
“Snuff. If you’re done playing dress-up, a hand, here.” Your master complains, scraping moss from the gaps in the tile as she goes looking for residue. “I’m getting sweaty.”
>Help her meticulously.>Help her.. COOLLY.>Ask Bredbeddle to do it.>[Write-In.] 