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MATT: The anti-Wheaton has been found. |
LIAM: You can’t come back! |
MATT: You can never touch Wil Wheaton, or you guys |
will cancel each other out like the bad guy in |
Time Cop. Oh my god. Strangely, the stealthiest of |
all of you is the dwarf in plate armor. |
MARISHA: Amazing. It’s lubricated with all the |
blood of her enemies. |
MATT: Exactly. All right, Molly, you’re staying 30 |
feet back? |
TALIESIN: I’m staying 30 feet back and attempting |
a stealth check. That’s cocked. That’s better. |
That’s (counting) 12. |
MATT: You all slowly begin to approach this fire, |
seeing the shapes and the figures described by |
Caleb previously. Beau, you step forward and your |
foot catches an under root and stumble for a |
moment. You hear the scrambling of her arms across |
the bottom of the forest floor, the moving and |
shifting of leaves and branches. The old woman |
looks up in that direction and looks back at you, |
immediately making eye contact with you about 30 |
feet away. Her arms immediately jump up in your |
direction as she begins to shout, “You! You will |
not take any more of us! I will sooner die!” |
MARISHA: I reach back out to her and I go: Yes, |
right?! We are so going to die. I’m with you. |
MATT: Make a wisdom saving throw. |
MARISHA: Saving throw? |
MATT: Yes. |
MARISHA: 15? |
MATT: You feel some sort of magical force suddenly |
penetrate your mind, and this sparkle of colors |
begin to spray in front of your face that |
completely distract you and obscure your vision |
momentarily, but you blink out of it and find the |
effect drift off of your brain. The old woman goes |
“(panting),” and reaches down and puts herself in |
front of the boy, between you and the child. |
MARISHA: Yeah, I’m not bad. I’m not one of the bad |
guys… That you were definitely talking about. |
That I’m aware of, right? What bad guys are you |
talking about? |
MATT: Make a persuasion check. |
MARISHA: Okay. |
LIAM: Ooh, that’s craziness. |
MARISHA: That’s in the middle of nowhere. Okay, |
18. |
MATT: Her immediate tension drops slightly. She’s |
still maintaining a very defensive position in |
front of the child. One hand is still up, but it |
seems that she’s pulled back a bit from the |
aggressive stance she was previously in. As she |
lifts her face a bit, you can see a bit more of |
her expression in the light as the hair pulls away |
as she lifts her chin. You can see that the face |
is humanoid, but with a wider nose. The skin is |
grayish, almost a blue tint, with bits of a soft |
fur. It takes you a second to recognize where |
you’ve seen these features before. This appears to |
be the same type of race that Pumat Sol is. |
MARISHA: Firbolg? |
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