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Rolled 1, 5, 3 = 9 (3d6)
And what is pain but the molting of your new skin, and wounds the mark of a new form?
Aching, moaning, groaning, shuddering, Slicerats and Slugrats find their wounds converging, fading to Bruises and Pain.
Butcher and Fourth Dusk, less wounded, battered and half-struggling, find their senses simply alight with the tang of sensation, all a-nerved, a jingled, a fresh, a-flame.
Waxworm rolls Focus to resist 99 points of resonating Hygean Invocation feedback.
