>>5285138>Rolled 18 (1d20)Your eyes hone in on a sheen of black gloss among the pale lunar flowers. You scramble for it, brushing aside petals, wrapping your hands against it–the brand’s familiar burning licks at your palms, a hot tingle against your skin. You release a sigh of relief as you look the piece over–you’ve got the firepower and right distraction, now. You just need to set your plan in motion.
You look the mimic over. You’ve got a small piece of it now–as much as you’d like for it to recall some tough fight of yours and aid you in battle, you don’t suppose you’ve got enough material for it to work off of. You’ll just have to leave it to distract Morne in some other way.
>Ask it to take the shape of a happy memory.>Ask it to take the shape of a sad memory.>Write-In. 