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Both girls have their points–based on what you saw, er… <span class="mu-i">sensed</span> when you were fighting the sewer golem, you were a lucky duck to have Oti on <span class="mu-i">your</span> side! Dubious powers aside, you’re not sure if you could handle an ice blast to the face! Getting to the mage, though, now that’s a pickle of a different brand…
Volk, you whisper, prompting the big gal to stoop closer, get that Moleg’s attention–doesn’t matter how!
“Can do!” The Skog salutes with a toothy grin!
T, you add, slip in close and see what these goons have on ‘em–weapons, bells, if they have it, you <span class="mu-i">want</span> it, okay?
The Durher responds with an almost <span class="mu-i">hurt</span> expression! “Wh-why do you think <span class="mu-i">I’d</span> be good at-”
You probably have some doubt on your face, because the girl gives up mid-protest and shrugs. “Okay, leave it to me…”
And they can leave that mangy mage to <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, you sneer! Now let’s go get some sugar!
Breaking off, you maintain a healthy distance as Volka works her magic–whatever that magic is… striding over with the confidence that only a colossal scaled warrior lady can pull off, your distracteur gets in range of the Moleg and-
“Achoo!”
Lets out the daintiest sneeze you’ve ever heard. Was… was that the distraction?
“<span class="mu-s">BERSERK SKOOOOOOOGG!</span>”
The warning barely leaves the Moleg’s unseen lips (do they have lips? You’re curious…) before said thug tackles Volka like a dummy at a football training camp! Startled, frightened, and altogether <span class="mu-i">spooked</span>, the Durher Mage pivots like a cat on a lazy Susan and grimaces as the air crackles with bone-chilling magicks!
As you prepare to take the brunt of the attack, you watch as TT abandons her thieving attempt and scampers a safe distance away from the now fully-alert gang goons!
>Roll me 1d100-6 (+1 Footwork, -2 Dark, -2 OutSurprised!, Cone of Cold Proximity -3) to cure the UNcommon cold! Best of 3 rolls!
