>>53994671>The dark-type’s scene came back to life as she continued her show.>”Take it off or I’ll slice it off!” The dark-type bellowed.>Twirling a dagger between her claws, she grabbed Falck’s hand tight and slid the knife between his fingers.>Grinning, she pulled the blade’s edge down with agonizing slowness.>The baron received no worse than a papercut, but his face went white as a ghost.“Roll intimidation.” You said. “And I’ll say with advantage, so you can roll two and take the higher one.”
>Her illusion paused as Zoroark gleefully scampered over, rolling two of the dice like you said she could.>She made no show of rolling this time, wanting to get back to roleplaying as quick as possible.>Two high numbers meant she passed, even without her modifiers.>No need to tell her that, though.>Not with math to work on.>And this time, she struggled.>After a wrong answer, she fell back to tally marks on her paper to ensure she got it right.>A correct reply of twenty-five kept the game moving, and Zoroark dashed back into position.“The sweaty, nervous mess that is Baron Falck curses you. He whimpers, wrenching the ring from his finger and placing it in your outstretched hand. The guards burst into the room, but the other party-goers have crowded around the door and block the soldiers’ paths. Screaming above the crowd, the sergeant orders you to halt as he slowly shoves his way through. With him comes his faithful houndoom, who barks rabidly and gnashes his teeth.”
>You look to Zoroark, having a good idea which contingency she’ll make use of.>”I sprint to the balcony!”>Your couch transforms into an ornate stone parapet, and Zoroark made a show of looking over it.>”Is the shopkeeper still below?”“Yup. He set up his stand right where you suggested. You’re on the second floor, remember.”
>”Safe enough to jump to?” Zoroark further questions.“Not the safest way down.” You warn her. “But it is the quickest.”
