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SAM: Okay, cool. You’ve said that. You said that,
right?
MATT: I did. Like twice. All righty. Break time
guys, let’s go.
[break]
MATT: Welcome back, everybody. We have our winner
of our giveaway for this fantastic Deven Rue
map-etched dice tower by Wyrmwood. It is
GottaBeKD18. Congratulations, GottaBeKD18, you are
the winner! Danoba will get your contact
information and we’ll get this sent out to you
ASAP. Well done! You’ve won the first giveaway in
the new studio. I am excited for you to try it
out; it’s quite delightful. All righty. Bringing
us back into where we left off. Frumpkin wanders
off through the darkened forest.
SAM: (hooting)
MARISHA: Oh yeah, he’s an owl now. He’s so cute.
SAM: One, two, three.
MARISHA: Mr. Owl was a dick. It was a dick move.
ASHLY: Yeah, it really was.
MATT: One, two, three, fuck you. As Frumpkin
begins–
[owl hooting]
SAM: What the fuck was that, Matt?! There was an
owl that just hooted on the soundtrack.
MATT: Yeah. We’re in a forest at night, guys.
Frumpkin makes his way through the dark tree
bottoms, eventually coming upon– actually, this
would be a more creepy setting for this, I think.
That’s better. Frumpkin slowly comes upon the
warmth of this distant fire, closer and closer
until coming around the corner, seeing a small
fire heating a cauldron of some kind, some metal
bowl. A bit of steam is rising off of whatever
liquid is in the interior. You see an elderly
woman in darker, tattered clothing that drapes off
of the body, hunched but tall, very tall, like six
and a half feet tall at a hunch. Make a perception
check for Frumpkin, please, at this distance with disadvantage.
LIAM: With disadvantage?
MATT: Yes.
LIAM: Okay. Perception, you said? 14.
MATT: The skin of this woman is a faint gray
color, almost a gray-blue tint. The hair is this
matted mess of tangled white and gray that is
pulled back and tied behind the head where it
cascades over the shoulders. The ears are long and
pointed, out to the sides a bit. The nose is wide
and pressed up into the face. She is going back
and forth from this little hovel that’s on the
opposite side, that’s built between two trees: a
large thick one and another that seems to have
fallen and come to rest at an angle next to it. In
that small cranny between the two trees, you can
see this little hut built of thatch and sticks and
rope to construct this little home. It’s almost
like an arch that’s holding it up. Near the ground
of this cauldron, you see a child of some kind
that is sitting on the ground, holding knees to
its chest. It looks to be a boy.
LIAM: Knees to chest?
MATT: Yes.