>>5712250>Rolled 4 (1d20)“Okay! On the count of three–..” The knight huffs as he wraps his fingers around the blade’s hilt. The gnome, too, has her hands about its crossguards. “Three.. Two.. On–”
The rat pulls just a little too early, and their pulls come disjoint. You feel the blade wrench its way about your insides as the two wrestle with the sword.
“You idiot! You pulled too late..!” The pickpocket hisses as she wrenches the blade left. You could swear it was about to touch a rib.
“No..? I said on three!” The knight grunts back in weak protest as he pulls the blade back. The contest continues for about twenty more seconds than it should’ve until, finally, the blade shlicks out of your side..
A burst of incense billows up from around you as your form changes shape again–hair receding, fangs sinking, you feel your familiar human-elven form taking center stage. Your head comes to first, then your arms, and finally your legs, whereupon you manage to stand for just a few moments before you collapse back onto the ground. Your hand flies to your side and comes away wet.
Where did that cut land? Just under your armpit? Somewhere along your ribs? Wherever it did, it was a deep one. Your insides feel hot and cold all at once.
“Ah! Pineneedle?!” The gnome approaches as she places a ginger hand on your back. “Is it a mortal wound? It was this stupid dead pipsqueak, he–”
“By chance–..do either of you know how to mend a wound?” You manage weakly.
The pickpocket, as you expected, shrugs. The knight gives you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I’ve no doubt your master knew the right spells, but..”
“I thought so. It’s alright. I’ll be fine.” You stow the pain away as you pull yourself up to your feet, unsteady. “Shall we bring this to a quick finish? We ought to treat this back at the chapel.”
You will definitely NOT be fine. You’ve taken enough anatomical courses at the conservatory to know that this wound is grievous and you doubt you’ll last long if you let it fester. But you can’t risk gambling on a healing spell now–who knows how long it’ll take to draw one with wild card magic? And with how your magic is so unstable and seems to even work against you now..
You’ll just have to slay that demon lord down fast and get your master back in the hot seat–she’ll take care of you.
>Check the wall behind you. It appears to have knocked some things loose when you slammed into it as a boar.>Continue to haunt the halls. Perhaps you’ll find MOLLY–or, even the BARON–in your wanderings.>[Write-In.] 