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4 posts. Alias of Turlin.


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The rat hisses and quickly runs after the doctor, scurrying up the steps and up her leg.


Clairvol backed up slightly, his beady red eyes darting all around...

A more astute observer would notice that he keeps pawing at his collar.


Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Clairvol slips out from under the doctors coat and hisses...


With that a large white rat scurried up on to the table and ran up to the gravy bowl, which it grabbed with its mouth and bought it back the the doctor. The rat was large, much larger than a normal rat, but only half the size of a dire rat. It wore a simple black collar that had a single blue gem on the back.

The doctor took the gravy bowl and poured it into the little bowl she had made with her potatoes. She then sat it down and gave the rat a pat on the head.