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Butcher is spotted and the rats form into a RATPACK, flinging stones and curses his way. This is one of their tricks - they'll act as a single unit, but for every participating member they get +1 to their relevant skills! That's a right stomping. Split them up, intimidate a few of them out, or try to break up their formation somehow, otherwise they'll swarm you with team-work.
Luckily they haven't thought to draw knives yet, or they'd do you their namesake - some rats to grab you and hold you, some rats to slice you. Bad stuff, Maskmate. Bad stuff.
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A valiant Slicerat spots Amicus and sprints to clock him clean on the helmet, spurred on by an ally shouting Influencing Encouragement - and the hit lands right through the guard. But the Rat regrets it more than Amicus, hard hats hurt.
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Slip offers words of MOTIVATION - encouragement turns the tide of most conflicts, right? MOTIVATION works as AGILITY that gets spent when you use it. But it increases your grit rating too - how's that for inspiring? You all have 1, this time!
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The SLUG RATS have formed a veritable battle line of furious fists, slapping their gloves together, glaring, spitting on the ground. One of them scampers to the roof!
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We're being flanked from behind - that Rat that slunk out earlier has found a fair few friends!
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One of the more brave ones tries to clamber up the ledge but Mock kicks them right back down and again and that particular Rat doesn't seem like they'll be any sort of trouble soon. Good work, Mock! But note that your AGGRESSIVENESS is also EATING into your GUARD - you Knuckledanced to 2, so while your strikes will hammer someone home, they leave you fairly exposed.
Of course it's a well known fact of life around this city that <span class="mu-s">interesting things</span> happen when certain status effects reach 3. Something to do with six sided dice and probabilities and universal functions, don't ask me, I'm no scholar, but apparently that's when things start to really take effect... So... you could push a little further. . .
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Square off! We're INSIDE the WAREHOUSE!
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Waxworm (???) wanders off and plucks some of Butcher's work off of the ground and the sunlight skies high above shine just a little brighter for just a moment. Looks like you've accrued a EMPYREAL BOON, from the fair Icon of our grand city. Used to be the Theurges would chant its name and bring its attention to the high and the low, but we don't hold so much with that sort of thing these days. They tried to burn the city to the ground some years back, and really, that does a number on your appreciation for their civic sensibilities. Still, you'll find the Theurges of the Empyreal Flame most anywhere. They man the charitable orphanages, the soup kitchens, the hospitals, the way stations, the post offices, the tax offices, the harbor offices, the churches, chapels and temples, the government apartment blocks for the homeless, the plague homes...
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