You've just finished stuffing Stumpy and his blood-soaked cushions innada Pouch when there's a crash like pottery from outside.
Almost immediately, fire, air burning orange, and Towser <span class="mu-s">BOARK</span>ing his muttmonster head off.
>nerh?>da fuggYou race to the front door, throwing it open to see: biggy tree infrunnada the house on fire.
Then you hear a <span class="mu-i">thwipp</span> somewhere above a behind and feel a sharpy poke in your back.
>4 dmg >Kludge Armor saves 3 dmg, loses 2 Dur>Toady 11/12hp>Kludge Armor 10/12Dur"<span class="mu-g">Gakk</span>!! <span class="mu-g">Hey</span>! <span class="mu-g">Das cheatn</span>!"
You see the little shit: a bit past grubling age, short bow. He'd waited until you opened the door and stood still in it before loosing at your silhouette. Clever.
"<span class="mu-g">Mm comman fer yez BRAINZ negzt brat</span>! <span class="mu-g">Finna slurp it out yez skull wivva STRAR</span>!!"
He ducks out of sight and you hear an upstairs door slam.
There's glisteny oily stuff glopping over the top steps out of a wide-mouthed bottle.
You risk a glance back out: yup, that's the tree holding Towser's rope. You might have a minute or two before the fire weakens it enough for doggface to snap it free of the tree.
When Towser breaks free, he'll be coming at your back.
But if you don't get the kid...
>muvva fuggen SHIDD[TACTICAL DECISION]
>CHASE THE LIDDLE SHIT>GIBB DA MUTT>>6092743 >>6093085Writan when va two killa droogs report in.
