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Hp: 27/27 AC: 18 CMD: 10 FF: 16 Touch: 14 Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 7 Init: 2 Percep: 1 M Flying Squirrel
![]() Skrate bares his teeth, letting out a hiss. He could try to fly down for a closer look, but, as usual, instructions got in the way of curiosity. He waited impatiently for the others to make their next decision. ![]()
Hp: 27/27 AC: 18 CMD: 10 FF: 16 Touch: 14 Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 7 Init: 2 Percep: 1 M Flying Squirrel
![]() Skrate jumps from shadow to shadow, keeping as high as he can, senses peeled for dangerous buggers lying about. He heads towards the shack, leading the scouting party as quietly as possible. ![]()
Hp: 27/27 AC: 18 CMD: 10 FF: 16 Touch: 14 Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 7 Init: 2 Percep: 1 M Flying Squirrel
![]() The little guy's head and tail both perk into an upright position at Ameiko's words. He chews enough so that his squeeks are legible to the linguistically capable. Translated from Squirrel: "You put hazelnuts on these things and I'm moving in!" ![]()
Hp: 27/27 AC: 18 CMD: 10 FF: 16 Touch: 14 Fort: 1 Ref: 4 Will: 7 Init: 2 Percep: 1 M Flying Squirrel
![]() Furnok of Ferd wrote: That's no squirrel! I see those tentacles. Sqirk kree-aak kree skree-ak! Skree-ak, fih!* *Translated from Squirrel: You're the one that named your pig Bacon! Bacon, mmmmm! |