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6/27/2025, 8:03:27 PM
No time to explain, you sputter as you just barely manage to LIMBOOO under a volley of mugs and cutlery chucked your way like a rain of arrows! You’re sitting ducks here!
“... What’s a duck-”
Your quick rundown on ducks is put on hold when a Skog (not one of yours) leaps from the crowd like a stage diver with the clear intent to tackle you! Pirouetting out of the way, your eyes go wide as you the table lurches beneath the spry Skog’s weight… and, by association, you!
The effect is obvious, if not a bit cartoony: Though the attack misses, the table launches you ceilingward like a seesaw through a hail of glassware! It stings a bit, but the beam you SLAM into at terminal velocity hurts a bit more! Clinging to the support like a squirrel about to fall from a power line, you nearly lose your grip when your robe’s petite passenger takes the opportunity to use your face as a stepping stool and climb onto the beam ahead of you!
“Wh-what happened, Ant!?” Stammers Tzah-Tzie as the crowd below continues to hurl everything but the kitchen sink your way! “Th-this isn’t about the salt I took, is it!?”
Nah, you reply as the two of you scurry along the support, there was a bit of an altercation between Jhairo, Volka, and the bar patrons… and besides, her salt thing was ages ago!
Right?
TT pretends not to hear you as she stuffs a handful of something in her mouth and starts to crunch on it!
RIIIIGHT!?
“Spirit of Honesty: I totally borrowed another bag or two when I was pretending to do dishes.” She replies weakly! “Sorry…?”
You’ll be mad at her later when you aren’t in danger of being stomped into a paste! Peering over the side, you manage to locate your pals relatively quickly–AFTER ducking a pair of Durhers someone catapulted your way, that is! While Volka and Jhairo seem to be handling themselves pretty well, Morook is…
… Well, he’s not doing too badly for an unarmed and injured Chytree! Baiting attacks from the crowd, the dude ducks and weaves like a pro as he delivers decisive blows with what you assume is a chair leg! Still, he’s pretty far from the Skog Squad…
As for Inngo, well, you LIMBOOO another flying patron only to realize they’re a Gnok, not a Durher! Glancing downwards, you watch in awe as, true to his word, the Molegg begins the methodical process of putting patrons through his wall!
He must have a deal with a Carpenter or something…
>CONTD.
“... What’s a duck-”
Your quick rundown on ducks is put on hold when a Skog (not one of yours) leaps from the crowd like a stage diver with the clear intent to tackle you! Pirouetting out of the way, your eyes go wide as you the table lurches beneath the spry Skog’s weight… and, by association, you!
The effect is obvious, if not a bit cartoony: Though the attack misses, the table launches you ceilingward like a seesaw through a hail of glassware! It stings a bit, but the beam you SLAM into at terminal velocity hurts a bit more! Clinging to the support like a squirrel about to fall from a power line, you nearly lose your grip when your robe’s petite passenger takes the opportunity to use your face as a stepping stool and climb onto the beam ahead of you!
“Wh-what happened, Ant!?” Stammers Tzah-Tzie as the crowd below continues to hurl everything but the kitchen sink your way! “Th-this isn’t about the salt I took, is it!?”
Nah, you reply as the two of you scurry along the support, there was a bit of an altercation between Jhairo, Volka, and the bar patrons… and besides, her salt thing was ages ago!
Right?
TT pretends not to hear you as she stuffs a handful of something in her mouth and starts to crunch on it!
RIIIIGHT!?
“Spirit of Honesty: I totally borrowed another bag or two when I was pretending to do dishes.” She replies weakly! “Sorry…?”
You’ll be mad at her later when you aren’t in danger of being stomped into a paste! Peering over the side, you manage to locate your pals relatively quickly–AFTER ducking a pair of Durhers someone catapulted your way, that is! While Volka and Jhairo seem to be handling themselves pretty well, Morook is…
… Well, he’s not doing too badly for an unarmed and injured Chytree! Baiting attacks from the crowd, the dude ducks and weaves like a pro as he delivers decisive blows with what you assume is a chair leg! Still, he’s pretty far from the Skog Squad…
As for Inngo, well, you LIMBOOO another flying patron only to realize they’re a Gnok, not a Durher! Glancing downwards, you watch in awe as, true to his word, the Molegg begins the methodical process of putting patrons through his wall!
He must have a deal with a Carpenter or something…
>CONTD.
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