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MATT: Make a stealth check.
LIAM: I send Frumpkin to do a lazy circle.
MARISHA: Man. This feels like last game. 12.
MATT: 12, okay. Good to know. Molly, as you get
closer, the shape takes more form. As the mist
fades and your proximity grows closer, you see a
squat figure. Wide and muscular, armored, with a
sack over the shoulder. Ashly, if you want to
enter?
SAM: What?! Whoa!
TALIESIN: That was fast.
LIAM: This is Your Life!
MATT: Ashly Burch joins us at the table.
LIAM: Hey, Ashly. Welcome.
MATT: So Ashly, if you’d like to describe what
Molly sees as he approaches?
ASHLY: What Molly sees is a dwarven woman with a
five o'clock shadow, a cigarette hanging out of
her mouth, extremely battered, bloodied, rusted
armor, full armor, and short, greasy hair. And she
has a big ol’ axe in one hand, and a big ol’
hammer in the other. Does she see these folk now?
MATT: Roll a perception check for me.
ASHLY: I don’t have dice.
MATT: Oh! We should get that for you.
SAM: How? This is terrible, here.
LIAM: The Laura Bailey bladder was right here.
Where’d it go?
MARISHA: Yeah, do you want–? Pick a dice bag.
MATT: We got plenty.
TALIESIN: And here, have a thing.
ASHLY: Oh, hey, thanks guys! It’s like I’m part of
the crew. Okay. So I’m rolling perception?
MATT: Yes. So roll a d20, add your perception
modifier.
ASHLY: Okay.
SAM: So much better than us.
ASHLY: It’s 18.
MATT: So you see one figure coming towards you,
difficult to make out gender, of lavender skin,
curled horns filled with jewelry, big long coat of
multi-colors, maroon, but then it goes into a
rainbow pattern almost, with two glowing scimitars
to each side, staring you down. Behind that, you
see two figures a little bit beyond your sight to
make out all the details, but one seems to be a
tall humanoid, the other seems to be much shorter
and smaller, probably halfling, gnome. And then
off in the bushes, not hiding very well, you see
another figure, keeping low to your left.
ASHLY: Ah, son of a dick. All right, let’s get
this over with. And then she holds up her
battleaxe and her warhammer.
SAM: Oh, she’s challenging us.
MARISHA: As I make eye-contact, I’m like, Aw,
shit. Was it the blue? Was I too tall?
ASHLY: I mean, you guys have your weapons drawn.
I’m assuming– Are we going to do this or what?
MARISHA: I would just like a little bit of
feedback so I know how to perfect it later.