Rolled 28, 1, 76, 55 = 160 (4d100)
A Time's not much to make new kit, considering that the TeamBossers will most likely cut it orf shorter.
You grease up and make foot-binds like the briefer told you. There's unfortunate Gobbos wot got flashfrosted in the dunjjon left in the resting area to thaw. You are motivated not to fuck up, looking at them.
When the TeamBosser Oiks make a long <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">FEEEEEEEEF</span></span> to gather the Wranglers, you're the first to walk up, Pork Hos second. The rest have to be threatened with whips: the TeamBossers each have a stiff thorny stikk-lash along with a wood-whistle as part of their kit. They both got kludge armor and choppas; they're the best kitted out, after YOU. They'll probably try to chopp any Gobb wot tries to run without their say-so.
The bigger Oik points at you.
"<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">Red Titchy. Mm givvin yer da salt bag. Arfta da place wiv 3 black stakes, yer start frowwen salt as yer walk everwhere. Make it eazy fur uz behind.</span></span>"
You pass the buck to Pork Hos; you want yer hands free to get killy if yer meet anyfin.
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>BoA 65 vs 44>PASSThe first several catches are nuffin, most no bigger than the Oiks, and in ones and twos; with you in front taking the beasties' attention the others are able to flank and net them.
The two TeamBossers make a point of always getting the noose-ropes from YOU just before they reach the entrance. Credit-cribbing faggz.
But you let them bullybugg you, run their moufs; you're running a bigger game than juzt clout. You do nearly snap though: the way them two look at you is like you're a chump. If you still needed to shed Living Blood to train yer Carrionpede them two would already be salsa chunks.
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The Teem makes enough progress for Pork Hos and both Oik Bossers to run out of salt to throw. Two Gobbz are sent orf to fetch moar from outside; the rest retreat to a less icy bit of the dunjjon and huddle, happy to wait.
With Pork Hos watching your back, you get out a smol swigg of liqqor to warm you up; pass a generous half to Pork Hos. He's grateful; you just need him pumped and limber if shit happens.
> - 1 Stuffs>BoA 69 vs 95>FAILNo one notices when the air gets pleasantly - not warm - less chilly. A number of Gobbz, already half-tired, yawn and nodd orf readily. Even the Oik TeamBossers droop a little, sitting against the wall.
The hotty swiggz keep you from dozing orf, so you're mostly awake when something big long and full of spikes comes down the tunnel like a thrashing trout, smashing one Oik nearly dead and starts snapping up the bewildered groggy Gobbz.
Worse: it's walled YOU and Pork Hos in from the way out.
<span class="mu-s">[C H O O S E]</span>
QM rollan 4d100; 1 for Dur, 2+3 for HP, 4÷2 for Dmg
>RUNRUNRUNRUN! DEEPER DOWN! ANYWHERE NOT HERE!>I wuz geddn bored WAITN ON YER, FUGGFACE!>Try to angle past and get out!>-20 Penalty>ELS?[R O L L]
>5D100>1 for Gen, 2-5 Combat if applicable>>6143559>>6143497>>6143473>>6143448>>6142736>>6142515>>614243733hrs
