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6/26/2025, 6:26:13 AM
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Sensing a hammer about to drop, you grit your teeth in kind and prepare to-
“PRECISELY WHAT I NEED!” Gobsmacked by Jhairo’s exultant declaration and the subsequent round of bellowed laughter, all you can do is hang on to his wrist for dear life as he spins you around, dancing like a mad Skog! “PRECISELY WHAT I NEED TO BE FORGIVEN!
“HERESY! DEMONOLOGY! ATTEMPTED ARSON!”
You hit terminal velocity in seconds, but there’s not much you can do about it! Snatching Morook out of his seat and grabbing Volka by her claw as well, Jhairo leads you all on a wild dervish across the tavern, the patrons responding to his raucous laughter and foolishness with renewed revelry of their own!
A band of minstrels strikes up a tune by the fireplace! Boozers clink their mugs! Some of the more adventurous customers get up and dance too! JHAIRO, you sputter as Volka joins in on the laughter, c-calm down, dude...
“WHYZABEDFLYIN!?” Yowls Tzah-Tzie still trapped in your robe!
“This really is a strange tavern…” Morook observes mid-spin!
Tumbling to the floor in a heap of bodies, Jhairo continues to laugh madly as he holds you and the Ranger aloft!
“Brother Anton,” He gasps as his usual bravado returns to his voice and smile, “Mine dearest and TRUEST friend…”
You know what’s coming, but there’s not much you can do about it! Bracing your weak, human bones as best you can, you hope what happens next doesn’t crush your gal pal!
“You SAVED me!”
With that, the Skog brings you in for the MOTHER OF ALL HUGS!
>Roll me 1d100 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOOO, -10 SKOG HUUUUUUG!) To not get squeezed into catatonia! Best of 3!
Sensing a hammer about to drop, you grit your teeth in kind and prepare to-
“PRECISELY WHAT I NEED!” Gobsmacked by Jhairo’s exultant declaration and the subsequent round of bellowed laughter, all you can do is hang on to his wrist for dear life as he spins you around, dancing like a mad Skog! “PRECISELY WHAT I NEED TO BE FORGIVEN!
“HERESY! DEMONOLOGY! ATTEMPTED ARSON!”
You hit terminal velocity in seconds, but there’s not much you can do about it! Snatching Morook out of his seat and grabbing Volka by her claw as well, Jhairo leads you all on a wild dervish across the tavern, the patrons responding to his raucous laughter and foolishness with renewed revelry of their own!
A band of minstrels strikes up a tune by the fireplace! Boozers clink their mugs! Some of the more adventurous customers get up and dance too! JHAIRO, you sputter as Volka joins in on the laughter, c-calm down, dude...
“WHYZABEDFLYIN!?” Yowls Tzah-Tzie still trapped in your robe!
“This really is a strange tavern…” Morook observes mid-spin!
Tumbling to the floor in a heap of bodies, Jhairo continues to laugh madly as he holds you and the Ranger aloft!
“Brother Anton,” He gasps as his usual bravado returns to his voice and smile, “Mine dearest and TRUEST friend…”
You know what’s coming, but there’s not much you can do about it! Bracing your weak, human bones as best you can, you hope what happens next doesn’t crush your gal pal!
“You SAVED me!”
With that, the Skog brings you in for the MOTHER OF ALL HUGS!
>Roll me 1d100 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOOO, -10 SKOG HUUUUUUG!) To not get squeezed into catatonia! Best of 3!
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