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![]() At the right time Lizzy speaks up again: "Pleasssee, my lord, we beseech you and ask the help of your mighty tribe. We are but mere humansssss and lack the cleverrrrrness and skill needed to escape the clutchessss of the undead. Not like lizards which are smart, and powerfuuulll..." at that point a stone hits floor not that far from Lizzy thrown by Hopper. "Will you aid us?" ![]()
![]() Lizzy moves in a lizard way toward Kaelan waiting for him to finish speaking and then she says: "Oh mighhtttyyy chiefff of the goblin, whose wittt and skillls are unsurpassed, I am called Ulthun, Watcher-Lord of Lastwall. Alllaass, that land has been overrrun by undead and is no more." Her tongue is stuck out when speaking certain words which make them sound well like it would be said by a lizard. Perform: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18 ![]()
![]() The Mad Hoppper wrote:
"No he is not meticulous. Once he gave a customer bestial mutagen instead of healing potion. You should have seen that poor wounded man with fangs and claws chasing his son in law. That was a good one." ![]()
![]() Lizzy wakes from the slumber towards Anjo and repeats with her odd voice what was told them with fair bit of accuracy: "Thinking of mistakes...One of your fellow young pathfinders was ... led astray, smuggling an Azlanti artefact into the city. His punishment was to be petrified and left in Westgate as a lesson to others." "This arrived on my desk just before the party. It is the authority for his release. ". "This one will return him to flesh. The second.. well. most situations are better handled with words than swords. IF you find yourself in such a case, that second potion may help you. Are you willing to release your colleague?" ![]()
![]() Arrus Lionius wrote:
That is very nice of you, and Hopper is already plotting to kick you out, as he believes that the team does not need more longshanks yet Lizzy would not approve such a solution. There will be more opportunities for us to play together so when I ask if someone has anything against (even tho I got a green light from GM) I am prepared for gracefully handling when someone says: 'I prefer to play in the team of 6'. I prepared crying, screaming and calling people names => baby rage on full scale ;) ![]()
![]() The Hopper translates what was said to Lizzy. She lifts herself on the back paws and takes a deep breath. You can see her eyes turning to red and smoke leaving her nostrils.
The cloud of smoke is not larger than what you could generate while smoking a small pike, and the fire was nearly visible. The apparently smug of herself Lizzy lowers its head and spits up a bundle of leaves soaked in some substance. |