>>5277754>Rolled 7 (1d20)You raise your flamberge in an attempt to deflect the blades, but you’re too late–the dual silver brands angle up past your hands and coarse your throat and heart. You brace for pain–or worse--as you raise your hands and shut your eyes.. but you find none. You reopen your eyes.
“You’ve lost, <span class="mu-i">my lord</span>.” Her words drip with mock respect. The mimic dhampir’s silvery form stands before you, both rapiers’ points at your vital points as she smirks with a mien of pride. “Now leave–retire to your manor, fatten yourself on caviar, and die a death that suits a noble. The notion of immortality here is no more than a myth to drive men mad. You will find naught but pain and misery ahead of you.”
You suppose this makes sense–you did challenge her to a duel, not a fight to the death. But as you remember it, this is not how it went.
>Attempt to assuage the dhampir again. Maybe you can disarm her without flirting.>Go for your flamberge.>Go for your rifle.>Ask your party for help. You’re in a bit of a bind.>Write-In. 