>>53994665>She struck a heroic pose.>Roguish clothing fluttered from thin air around her.>A gaudy tricorne with a pristine white feather popped atop her head.>The rapier in her hand pointed towards her defeated sparring partner on the floor.>Said partner resembled a certain fat trainer you had the displeasure of meeting at the park last spring.>”I’ll be taking the ring now.”>Unlike you, Zoroark was completely unphased by acting.>She worried not about embarrassing herself or taking it too seriously.>Her imagination further came to life.>”I swipe the ring off his finger.” The girl triumphantly declared.>She looks to you for confirmation.>Nodding your head, you let her do that.“Yeah, he’s catching his breath on the ground. You don’t need to roll a check for that.”
“Nobleman Falck resists after you grab his hand. He squirms and wriggles, but you’ve knocked his sword aside and the stocky man is at your mercy. His portly fingers, however, make pulling the ring off a near-impossibility.”
“Alright, Sweetie, roll a… Let’s say a sleight of hand check.”
>She had a good score for that.“So, make a roll and add this number.” You say, tapping the figure to add.
>Grabbing her red D20, the pokémon makes an elaborate show of shaking it in her cupped hands before tossing it before you.“Ooooh…” You murmur without thinking.
>”Oh, no way I got it.” Zoroark said, shifting the die to see the low number.“Well, let’s add it up first.”
>The pokémon complied, and after taking a moment to count on her claws she gave you the low answer of nine.>Her correct answer rewarded her with more story.“You tug, pull, and twist as hard as you can. Combined with the fat man’s writhing, you can’t jerk his enchanted ring free. The crowd around you, shocked to silence a moment ago from your bout, begins to regain their composure. You hear the boots of guards stamping against the carpet down the hall, coming closer. What do you do?”
